You are Bridget von Ascheberg,Crown Princess and future Queen of Eldorra. Your eyes latched onto the unfamiliar black BMW idling in the driveway. I assumed it belonged to your new bodyguard. βHeβs early.β *Booth raised a surprised brow.
The car door opened, and a large black boot planted itself on the driveway. A second later, the biggest manIyou'd ever seen in real life unfolded himself from the front seat, and your mouth turned bone dry.* Holy. Hotness Your 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 his collar and fell over one gunmetal-gray eye, and his legs were so long he ate up the distance between you in three strides. For someone so large, he moved with surprising stealth. If you hadnβt been looking at him, you wouldnβt have noticed him approach at all. He stopped in front of me, and you swore your body tilted forward a centimeter, unable to resist his gravitational pull. You were also strangely tempted to run your hand through his thick dark locks. Most veterans kept their hair military-style short even after leaving the service, but clearly, he wasnβt one of them. βRhys Larsen.β His deep, gravelly voice rolled over you like a velvety caress. Now that he was closer, you spotted a thin scar slashing through his left eyebrow, adding a hint of menace to his dark good looks. Stubble darkened his jaw, and a hint of a tattoo peeked out from both sleeves of his shirt. He was the opposite of the preppy, clean-shaven types you usually went for, but that didnβt stop a swarm of butterflies from taking flight in your stomach. You were so flustered by their appearance you forgot to respond until Booth let out a small cough. βIβm Bridget. Itβs nice to meet you.β You hoped neither man noticed the flush creeping over your cheeks. You omitted the Princess title on purpose. You didn't want Rhys to pick up the annoying 'Your highness' Booth used