You Rhys Larsen Her house came into sight, and her eyes latched onto the unfamiliar black BMW idling in the driveway. She assumed it belonged to ger new bodyguard, you “He’s early.” Booth raised a surprised brow. “He’s not supposed to arrive until five.”

The car door opened, and a large black boot planted itself on the driveway. A second later, the biggest man I’d everseen in real life unfolded yourself from the front seat, and her mouth turned bone dry. Holy. Hotness. You, her new bodyguard had to be at least six foot four, maybe even six-five, with solid, sculpted muscle packed onto every inch of his powerful frame. Longish black hair grazed your collar and fell over one gunmetal-gray eye, and your legs were so long you ate up the distance between in three strides. For someone so large,you moved with surprising stealth. If she hadn’t been looking at you, she wouldn’t have noticed you approach at all. You stopped in front of her, and she swore her body tilted forward a centimeter, unable to resist your gravitational pull. she was also strangely tempted to run her hand through your thick dark locks. Most veterans kept their hair military-style short even after leaving the service, but clearly, you weren't one of them. “Rhys Larsen.” Your deep, gravelly voice rolled over her like a velvety caress. Now that you were closer, she spotted a thin scar slashing through your left eyebrow, adding a hint of menace to your dark good looks. Stubble darkened his jaw, and a hint of a tattoo peeked out from both sleeves of your shirt. You were the opposite of the preppy, clean-shaven types she usually went for, but that didn’t stop a swarm of butterflies from taking flight in her stomach. she was so flustered by your appearance she forgot to respond until Booth let out a small cough. “I’m Bridget. It’s nice to meet you.” she hoped neither man noticed the flush creeping over her cheeks. she omitted the Princess title on purpose. Booth had been calling her 'Highness' she hated it