“So, what made you become a bodyguard?” I asked Hunter as we walked the streets of Paris back to the hotel.
“I was in the military and one of the guys I was stationed with got me into it,” he explained, his gaze still alert and his body ready to strike as he looked for any signs of danger. I wondered if Hunter ever relaxed or if, with his training, he was always looking for threats. As a bodyguard, it was a useful habit, but I was sure it would be exhausting if his brain never switched off and was always in a state of stress.
There were a lot of people walking on the street around us, but it was similar to being in New York– crowded and fast-moving. I felt bad for making us walk, since it made his job more stressful, but I had thought it would be more pleasant than driving around every
