CHAPTER TEN
At eight o’clock that night, a knock sounded at her door. Weird since she hadn’t buzzed anyone into the building. Must be Geoff. He’d texted earlier to ask how she was doing, but he probably wanted to see for himself.
Brody rose from the couch. “I’ll get it.”
He opened the door and then stepped aside. Four men strode into her apartment as if they owned the place. Her pulse skyrocketed.
“This is the security team I mentioned.” Brody acted nonplussed.
She hadn’t known what to expect in a bodyguard, but a man in a suit with a dark tie and earpiece seemed about right, not four hot guys who looked like they’d stepped out of an action-adventure movie. Silent, rugged men with inked, muscular arms, watchful gazes, and concealed weapons. She’d felt safe with Brody, but these guys c
