Fucking hell, that was messed up.
My job for the foreseeable future was protecting a girl who followed a complete stranger (who barely even spoke her language) into the woods to hook up. It was so f**king careless, and I was beginning to understand exactly why her father had gone to such lengths to make sure she was taken care of during this trip.
Jesus. And I had thought this would be boring.
Goddamn stressful was more like it.
As annoyed as I was with her, I was infinitely more annoyed with myself. I was the dumbass who almost got caught because I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her.
I had to get that shit under control or she would make me in no time. And I needed to take this seriously. This guy hadn’t hurt her, but I knew firsthand that there were plenty of people out in the world willing to take advantage of her particular brand of naïveté.
I kept my phone perched on my knee, watching that sedentary blue dot out of the corner of my eye. It was another fifteen minutes or so before it began to move. Five more before I saw Kelsey and her foreign friend emerge from the dirt trail onto the paved steps at the center of the garden.
They passed by me and I scowled, expecting the two of them to go back to wherever his moped was parked, leaving me to chase behind again.
I was surprised when Kelsey stopped at the bottom of the steps and said something to him. He paused and leaned his ear closer to her mouth like that might help him understand her better. She took a few steps back and gestured toward the garden. He looked confused, but her intentions became pretty clear when she started climbing the steps and waved goodbye.
He stared after her for a few moments, his mouth open and his brows furrowed. His eyes dropped to her legs, and he grinned in a way that was both sorrowful and celebratory at the same time. Sad to see her go, but victorious all the same.
He ran his fingers through his mussed hair, and then turned back in the direction he’d been heading. I had a feeling that we wouldn’t be seeing him again, and felt stupid for being glad.
I turned sideways so that I could see where Kelsey was heading. I waited until she’d left the steps of the courtyard and turned down one of the paths. I got up and followed her, tucking the newspaper in my back pocket in case I needed it again for cover.
I followed at a distance, but the stealth wasn’t really necessary. She didn’t stop to smell any flowers or pause to take a picture. She walked quickly, determinedly forward like there was somewhere specific she meant to go.
Still, I held back, wanting to be cautious after nearly getting caught before. I was glad I did when, several minutes later, I started to round a bend only to find her stopped and scanning the area around her. I stepped off the path and into a thatch of trees where she couldn’t see me.
When she was satisfied that she was alone, she dropped her backpack beside the trail and walked up to an old, very large tree. The branches were thick and numerous; she gravitated toward a limb that dipped low to the ground, the spears of grass skimming its bark.
She tested its strength with her hand and then, satisfied, sat down on it. She wrapped her arms around herself, grasping both elbows, and laid back along the limb.
I might have thought she was sunbathing, except she took no care to lie in a place with direct sunlight, nor did she uncross her arms.
I thought maybe she was resting, taking a nap even, except I could see the steady, constant tap of her sandal from here.
I wanted to move closer, to see her face and try to decipher what was going through her head. Had she been heading for this particular tree? Or was she just looking for solitude? I brushed away a niggling of guilt at intruding.
I was reading things into her posture, into the rhythm of her tapping foot, and I couldn’t tell whether she was truly upset or if I just wanted her to be.
For all I knew, she was as relaxed as could be.
There was nothing that said women couldn’t have meaningless sex. I’d had my fair share, and it was only double-standard ass**les that didn’t seem to think that that was okay.
And I didn’t want to be that guy.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever Kelsey was feeling, relaxed wasn’t it.
I resisted the urge to move closer. The trail was wide open next to her. There was no sneaking up on her now, not like when she’d been in the woods.
So I had to wait, with just conjecture and my GPS for company. If only that little app could tell me where her mind was along with her body.
Not that that mattered. How she was feeling had nothing to do with my job. I just needed to keep her safe. But then again . . . how she was feeling would influence her actions, which did matter to me.
When the sun’s light was low in the sky, casting angled shadows across the trail, Kelsey sat up.
I strained my eyes to see if she’d been crying or if there was any other signal of meaning for her little break.
I got nothing.
She looked as perfect as ever, and I decided that it had all been me, seeing what I wanted to see. She was fine.
I made a promise to myself once and for all to turn off the emotional side of this. I needed to be as objective as possible if this was going to work.
From now on, I would watch her when I could.
Find her when I’d lost her.
Protect her when she needed me.
That was it. Nothing else.
3
TEMPTATION. IF THIS mission had a code name, that would be it.
Not just Kelsey, though the girl was temptation at it’s finest, but everything about it. It was hard to stay focused on work when “the office” was a bar.