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Using his foot, Oliver nudged the door open. Anger flared within him. The office had been tossed.
Oliver returned his gun to the back of his jeans. He followed Darling into the small, disheveled room. She stood in the doorway, eyes roaming over the mess. Then, like a switch had been flipped, she hurried to the other side of the desk and started to move through drawers on the floor.
“It’s gone, Oliver!”
“What’s gone?” But before she could answer, it dawned on him. “The security tape.”
Darling nodded, clearly upset. An overpowering urge to comfort her pushed him forward. He put his hands on her shoulders, making her look up into his eyes. The moment from the night before played back into his mind.
She was close enough to kiss.
“Oliver, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Yes?” His voice dropped low. Her green-eyed stare could stir up a drove of feelings in mere seconds.
“I think I know who did this,” she whispered. “And you aren’t going to like it.”
Private Bodyguard
Tyler Anne Snell
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TYLER ANNE SNELL genuinely loves all genres of the written word. However, she’s realized that she loves books filled with sexual tension and mysteries a little more than the rest. Her stories have a good dose of both. Tyler lives in Florida with her same-named husband and their mini “lions.” When she isn’t reading or writing, she’s playing video games and working on her blog, Almost There. To follow her shenanigans, visit www.tylerannesnell.com.
This book is for one of my best friends, Rachel Miller. Thank you for listening to everything I had to say about Darling’s story, as well as every other story I’ve ever created! Your enthusiasm, wisdom and friendship have made my life exponentially better. Here’s to many, many, many more years of staying up late and talking about books!
Also, the quickest of shout-outs to Hunter Hall.
Our friendship is also killer!
“It was just a little misunderstanding.”
Darling Smith was standing behind the bars of one of two holding cells in Mulligan, Maine, and not at all amused.
Deputy Derrick Arrington, however, was all humor. Maybe that was due to the fact that the two had dated on and off the year before with less than favorable results. They were normally amicable if not downright pleasant, but Darling figured it wasn’t every day he was able to arrest his ex. Her thoughts slid back in time for a moment.
Oh yeah, she would have loved to put a certain man from her past in the slammer and throw away the key.
“That should be tattooed across your forehead, Darling. ‘It was a little misunderstanding,
