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I still didn’t want to go back home after the afternoon snack, so I simply steered away from Artan’s SUV and slowed my steps, as if going for a stroll around the neighborhood. Artan followed close on my heels.
Maybe going for a walk wasn’t such a good idea, not with a six-foot-three bodyguard looking like he would kill anyone who got too close.
For several blocks, we walked in silence, Artan half a step behind me. Everyone probably thought we were strangers. Which wasn’t entirely far from the truth. Artan was a stranger to me, and besides his aggressive hotness, he was quite frightening.
After an hour walking, my legs were getting tired. It was almost five and I should be back home, even if I wasn’t ready to spend the rest of the evening with my mother. However, I wasn’t sure I coul
