Law.”
The name was familiar, but she couldn’t place it. She held out her hand as she introduced herself. “I’m Tess Donovan.”
His grasp was firm. His hand was rough and calloused. His touch increased the spark she’d felt into a thousand-volt shock. She was actually trembling. “C-c-can I help you?”
“I’m handling security for Governor Lockhart’s event.”
“I thought Stacy’s fiancé was in charge.”
“The situation merits my attention,” he said. “With Bart gone, I’m in charge.”
Yes, you are. She’d take orders from Mr. Law any day of the week.
Chapter Three
When Trudy dashed through the front door of the office, Tess mentally pushed her back outside. She wanted more alone time with Nolan. His presence validated all those resolutions she’d made about moving on with her life.
“Bad news,” Trudy said as she hung her coat in the closet near the door. “That stuffed gopher my baby grandson wants for Christmas is nowhere to be found. I’m thinking I could chop the ears off a bunny and it might do.”
Pushing her curly gray hair into shape, she darted toward them, introduced herself to Nolan and tilted her head back to look up at him. “You’re a former marine. Am I right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I can always tell.” Her blue eyes twinkled. In her lace blouse with the sparkly Christmas-tree brooch, Trudy Benson was the very definition of cute little old lady. “My oldest boy was in the Corps for ten years before he settled down. Where were you stationed?”
“That information’s classified,” he said.
“You can tell me. It’s not like I’m a terrorist, even if I do have to take my shoes off at the airport. I’ll just assume it was the Middle East. Do you speak Farsi or Arabic?”
“Both.”
For a moment, Tess considered letting Trudy continue with her questions. Her adorable grandma persona gave her free rein to say things that would have sounded rude coming from anyone else, and Tess was curious about Nolan.
But she didn’t want to waste his time. “Mr. Law is handling security for the event at the Smithsonian.”
“I should have guessed,” Trudy said. “Corps Security and Investigations, the business that Bart Bellows founded. Is there any word on Bart?”
Tess stared into Nolan’s dark glasses. She hoped to hear something positive but feared the worst.
“I’m sorry,” Nolan said. “Nothing new.”
She sensed that he was holding back. Later, she’d push for more details. “I’m glad you’re here, Mr. Law. We have a problem with the security.”
“We’re going to be working together, Tess. Call me Nolan.”
His rasping voice struck an unusual note. At the same time, his cadence and pronunciation sounded familiar. “All right, Nolan. About this problem…”
“The blueprints at the Smithsonian,” he said. “I have a contact who can obtain the necessary security clearance. He needs to meet you.”
“When?”
“Now would be good.” He checked his wristwatch. “I’ll drive.”
Though she didn’t have pressing matters to handle this morning, Tess wasn’t a big fan of the spontaneous. She liked to have things planned and executed with tidy precision. “I have a meeting at one o’clock.”
“I’d be happy to drive you there,” he said.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
She took Trudy’s arm and retreated behind the partition. As soon as she was out of Nolan’s view, Tess exhaled a breath she hadn’t been aware of holding. Her heart was beating faster. She felt warm all over. She whispered, “I can’t just drop everything and waltz out the door with him. Can I?”
“You really must.” Trudy patted her shoulder. “Nolan Law is the hottest thing that’s been in this office since we did a test run with that thirtieth birthday cake with all the sparklers and the tablecloth caught on fire.”
“May I remind you that we had to replace a chair after that disaster?”
“Are you sweating?” Trudy asked. “Am I seeing a sheen of perspiration?”
“No.” But yes, she was. Her forehead was damp.
“For goodness sakes, Tess. Go with the sexy bodyguard. If anybody deserves some zing in their life, it’s you.”
Tess wiped her palms on her black slacks and tried to gather her composure. “He’s definitely sexy.”
“He’s kind of a thug with all those scars, but there’s something about him. It’s pretty doggoned obvious that you like him.”
“For all I know, he might be happily married.”
“Oops, I hadn’t thought of that.” Trudy pivoted. “Let’s find out.”
Before Tess could stop her, Trudy darted around the partition and up to Nolan. He was standing at the front desk, holding a clear-framed snapshot of Tess’s son at the top of a slide waving his hands in the air. He held up the picture. “Is this your boy?”
She nodded. “That’s Joey. He’s four.”
“I can see the resemblance to you.”
“Not really,” she said. “He’s the image of his father, healthy and funny and more headstrong than is good for him.”
Trudy piped up, “Do you like children, Nolan?”
“Yes.”
Trudy beamed her grandmotherly smile. “Have you started your own family yet? Is there a Mrs. Nolan Law?”
“A missus?” He seemed amused by the concept. “Actually, there is no Mrs. Nolan Law.”
“No time like the present to get started,” Trudy said. “You two should get going. I’ll take care of the office.”
Tess started to object. “But I—”
“If anything comes up, I’ll call or email or text. Run along.”
Feeling like she’d been railroaded by the Trudy bullet train, Tess slipped into her suit jacket and coat, grabbed her briefcase with the laptop inside and followed Nolan out the door. She expected a rugged man like him to drive a Hummer. Instead, he had a classic black Mercedes.
She buckled her seat belt and leaned back in the luxurious seat. “Where are we headed?”
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