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are shovey about how things need to be.’

      ‘Establishing parameters is necessary. I have a job to do.’

      She opened the console fridge between them in the back seat and cracked the lid on one of several frosty bottles of water she found there. ‘I’m not sure how parameters are going to go with me. Didn’t you read my file? There must have been a note.’

      From her father. Or Russell. Or the security detail before him. Her tutor before that. Any of her nannies. How far back did he want to go?

      ‘There were quite a number of notes, in fact.’

      And he struck her as a man who would have read them all. ‘I do like to think of myself as noteworthy.’

      Again, no reaction to speak of. Just that steady, impermeable, infuriating, Polaroid regard pointed firmly at the road ahead.

      ‘How about I set the first parameter, Brad?’ she went on.

      ‘Go ahead.’

      ‘What say whenever any one of us has something to say to the other we remove our sunglasses and make actual eye contact? Like polite people.’ She sweetened it with a smile.

       Oh, well...start as you mean to continue.

      The silence grew weighted—blue whale kind of weighted—but then Brad lowered his head just slightly, removed his glasses and folded them carefully into his breast pocket with the hand not steering, then turned back to meet her eyes square on. But his weren’t contrite, and the act didn’t weaken him. His regard burned into her as if he were scanning her DNA and, for just a moment, she wished she’d kept her big mouth shut.

      Pale grey eyes—combined with his dark colouring they were stunning.

       Yep, you’re going to need to leave those glasses on...

      ‘You do realise you’re textbook, I suppose?’ he said as he returned his focus to the traffic around them and she was able to breathe a little easier.

      ‘Textbook what?’

      ‘New client. Trying to control things.’

      She glanced out at the eight lanes of pristine highway cutting south through the open desert on the outskirts of the city and thought about making light of it. But then something about the unfairness of his judgement pushed a few of her natural justice buttons.

      ‘Listen, Brad, I’ve lived my whole life in the care of professional people. A couple of jerks, most of them nice. Some of them completely lovely. But all of them were paid to be there, too. I don’t think it’s too much to ask for a little eye contact when we speak. Just so I know you’re real.’

      He focused his grey gaze on the highway ahead—thinking, driving—until finally he came to some kind of conclusion. He swung his regard her way again, and a little puff of heat formed at her collar.

      ‘Parameter one,’ he agreed on a single nod before turning back to the road. ‘Courtesy in all its forms.’

       Meaning...?

      But, before she could finish the thought, he barrelled onwards while he changed lanes to tuck their black SUV in behind a huge silver one.

      ‘Parameter two,’ he continued mildly. ‘I’ll respect your right to independence if you’ll respect my responsibilities as your specialist security detail.’

      And if his responsibilities and her rights failed to align...? ‘Is that your way of asking me to do whatever you say?’

      ‘It’s my way of asking you not to fight me just for the sake of it.’

      Hmm. Maybe he had read her file.

      ‘Fair enough. Parameter three...’ Time to really lay down the law. ‘I’m your responsibility, but not your friend. You get to be annoyed but not disappointed if things don’t go how you’d like them to.’

      Okay, so maybe that baggage wasn’t really his to be encumbered with but it couldn’t hurt to knock it on the head nice and early. The last thing she needed on her big desert time out was anything that reminded her of her father’s not-so-quiet disappointment.

      ‘I’m good with that. Very good, in fact. I’m not here for the conversation.’

      She sat back straighter against the plush leather seat. ‘Any final comments?’

      He considered. ‘Parameter four. If you need help—if you really need it—you come to me. No matter what else has gone down between now and then. I’ll manage whatever it is.’

      There was that word again...

      She’d been managed her whole life.

      ‘You really have a thing for control, don’t you?’ Which was tantamount to waving a red tea towel at the bull of her capricious nature.

      He shrugged. ‘I’m paid to control our environment.’

      Her environment, for the next four weeks.

      ‘Okay...’ Four weeks was a long time, she needed to lighten things up a bit. ‘Courtesy, cooperation, respect and emergency protocol. I think we’ve covered everything. Except maybe a safe word? I vote for “capsicum”.’

      His dark brows folded. ‘Capsicum?’

      ‘You know...in case either of us needs out of this arrangement at any time?’

      If she thought the muscles of his face capable of it, she would have pegged that tiny twist on the right of his mouth as a smile. Probably just gas. Except then he really blew her mind by making a joke.

      Kind of.

      ‘What if you’re ordering at a restaurant and you say it?’ he queried, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

      Her perception of him shifted just a little. In an upward direction.

      ‘I’ll call them peppers.’

      ‘And if you’re planting a garden?’

      She matched his straight face. ‘In the deserts of Umm Khoreem?’

      ‘What if you’re picking out wall colours?’

      She laid her hand on her heart. ‘I pledge to do no interior decorating until this month is up.’

      His eyes returned to hers and—miracle of miracles—they were just a hint warmer than before. More bark of oak and less Thames in winter.

      ‘Okay.’ He nodded. ‘Capsicum it is.’

      Why did it feel good to have had a small win over this man, even in jest? And exactly when had it started feeling a little bit like flirting?

       CHAPTER TWO

      THE MORE SHE SPOKE, the more comfortable Brad felt about the month ahead. This wasn’t some helpless princess who would flap her hands every time something didn’t go her way. She wasn’t the needy type. She might well end up being a pain in his butt but at least she wouldn’t be looking to him for any kind of rescue. As far as he could see, this gig was more about protecting her from herself.

      Still, she was celebrity offspring and he was a pro and so, out of habit, his eyes scanned the many expensive vehicles keeping pace with them at two hundred clicks on the highway away from Kafr Falaj. Each one with extra dark window tinting that obscured its occupants. Once, that would have made him twitchy, but this was Umm Khoreem—there was an oil-rich sea between here and any of the conflict hotspots he’d ever been stationed. And he was here keeping an eye on some rock star’s kid, not enforcing sanctions or protecting UN personnel.

      Those days were behind him.

      He cracked his knuckles and slid his eyes back to his client. Sera had made quite a meal of

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