“What?” I had to have misunderstood her.

She smiled at me, that sly, feline, female sort of smile a woman gave a man when she knew she said something that will drive him out of his mind. “You heard me well enough, sugar,” she said, mimicking my accent almost perfectly. Then her face brightened and she pointed over my shoulder. “Look, I think Jake found you some clothes to wear for now.”

I almost snapped that I didn’t want any clothes. It would’ve been the truth. I didn’t want any clothes, and I sure as hell didn’t want any clothes from this place. I hadn’t seen so much as a price tag, but I had a weird suspicion that even a week’s worth of clothing would cost more than I made in a couple of months.

The man with Jake gestured toward me. I couldn’t help but notice it was the same guy who’d been ready to hustle me out the door earlier. I gave him a mockery of a smile. He swallowed and smiled gamely back. “Sir, if you would...”

***

Four hours later, I’d more than doubled my wardrobe. I just about choked when I heard the discreetly murmur of the total. Ryan passed over a gold card without blinking, while Jake and Carly started talking to me, clearly an attempt to distract me from a sum that had not three digits, but four.

She’d just spent a few thousand dollars on clothes, and that wasn’t even counting the suits she’d had those guys putting a rush on either. These were just some jeans, sweaters, a few sports coats that fit like they’d been made for me, and some other clothes that ranged from casual to...well, they looked pretty damn dressy to me, but with the suits I now had, I didn’t know what to call the other stuff.

Before we left, Carly had me take a pair of black trousers and one of the shirts into the dressing room to change so I could wear them out. When I got back there, I looked at the clothes. For fuck’s sake. She’d given me underwear. She hadn’t even blinked when she’d given me a fucking pair of boxers. I didn’t wear boxers. But I wasn’t about to argue that point with her. I’d deal with the underwear problem on my own later.

A few minutes later, though, I decided maybe I’d give the shorts she’d pushed on me a chance. They weren’t the loose-fit boxers I’d thought they were at first, but rather those boxer-briefs, and they were pretty nice. Soft, too. It was pretty pathetic, but I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d gotten new underwear.

The clothes were better. Okay, the pants fit well, snugger in the ass than I preferred, but the shirt was amazing. I guessed it was more of a sweater, but it was soft. Like softer than anything I’d ever felt before, except maybe Carly...

I suddenly realized I was standing there, stroking the arm of the sweater, and I felt like a damn idiot. Muttering to myself, I scooped up my old clothes and was now embarrassingly aware of how they looked. Jeans so worn they were white at the seams and faded old thermal that wasn’t all that warm anymore. I didn’t even want to look at my underwear. I opened the door, and then stopped in my tracks, staring at the image of the man in front of me.

I recognized the face, the hair. I knew the man – he was me, after all.

But whoever in the hell said clothes didn’t make that big a difference didn’t know what they were talking about.

Chapter 5

A haircut turned the man in the mirror into even more of a stranger, and an intense session on table etiquette with Jake had me ready to shove my head through a plate glass window. But that headache paled in comparison to what came next.

It was a dinner party at the home of a local mystery author.

Apparently, Louisville had more than its share of local celebrities and this author was known for her slew of mysteries. I’d read more than a few while I was in prison, not that I planned on mentioning that if I happened to meet her.

The car came to a stop in front of the building that I wasn’t sure I would call a house, and Ryan paused before he opened the door. “Remember, you’re mostly just watching and taking things in tonight. There’s security on site. Just stick with Jake and do what he tells you to do.”

I nodded and tried to pretend I didn’t feel like I was going to puke on the toes of the shiny new shoes Carly just bought. And she’d paid some ridiculous amount for them, I was sure.

“Quit fussing, Ry,” Carly said from across the limo. “Bobby will do just fine.”

Ryan rolled his eyes. And then he opened the door.

The flash of lights practically blinded me.

Now it made sense why anytime I’d seen a picture of a bodyguard, they almost always wore a pair of sunglasses. I fumbled in my pocket for the pair Jake had loaned me. They slid down my nose almost instantly – he had a face like a big, square brick – but they were better than nothing.

As I slid them into place, Ryan settled his body in front of the door.

I climbed out and he stepped aside.

The whine of cameras and the roar of voices flooded my ears. I didn’t know how much time passed before that annoying bit of posing for the cameras and ignoring microphones was over.

A few people tried to shove a microphone into my face and I did just as Jake had said, covered it with my hand and pushed it away. After a few minutes of standing silently by Carly’s side, they seemed to get that I wasn’t the flavor of the night, but actually there in a working capacity and they turned their focus to her.

Not that she gave them much more.

She posed and smiled and waved at the cameras, but any time somebody tried to talk to her, she ignored them.

As we were led inside, I caught sight of basketball and football players from the University of Louisville, a coach, and other faces that looked familiar, although I couldn’t remember where I knew them from.

By the time we got inside the big house, I was ready to tell Carly she was out of her mind. This job wasn’t worth five grand.

But as soon as the door shut behind us, she turned and flung her arms around me.

Damn. My dick stood up and took notice.

“You did fantastic, Bobby. See? It’s easy for you. I knew it would be.”

I rested a hand on her hip but didn’t push her away. Ryan and Jake hadn’t covered how to handle this. Clearing my throat, I waited until she backed off and managed a game smile. Okay. I could do this. For a week.

Maybe.

“Doesn’t take much to stand there like a monkey in a suit, Ms. Prince.”

“Ms. Prince?” She wrinkled her nose at me. “It’s Miz Caralee, remember.”

I found myself smiling at her. It was hard when she was teasing me like that. “You like making fun of the way I talk, don’t you...Miz Caralee?”

“Making fun?” She shrugged. “No. But I do enjoy listening to it.” She smiled up at Ryan. “Are we ready?”

He withdrew an invitation from inside his jacket. “Let’s go find our hostess.”

***

It didn’t take me long to realize that while Carly Prince wasn’t the only celebrity there with bodyguards at her side, she was one of the few who actually interacted with them – er...us. Ryan and Jake took their job seriously, there was no denying that. She couldn’t take a step without one of them moving with her, and if anybody so much as moved in her direction, one of them was already working to intercept. It was effortless, the way they did it. It was subtle, elegant. People didn’t realize they were being subtly herded into an approach that the two guys had decided was the safest way to approach their self-appointed princess.

They liked her.

Hell, I liked her, and not just because I’d spent half of the night before dreaming about getting her naked. She was funny, and sweet, but with an acerbic sense of humor that was hidden under that angel’s face.