“You don’t think a paid assassin will find you here? Alone? You either get on board with having a bodyguard or you move back home. It’s well secured there.”
Margo drew in a deep breath. Back home was the Connelly estate. Yes, it was secure, with its state-of-the-art surveillance system. While growing up, she’d thought of the ten-acre property, surrounded by a tall wrought iron fence and cameras watching her every move, as a prison. Now she couldn’t stand the thought of staying there for any long period of time...especially if Liz was still in residence.
Margo’s forty-five-year-old uncle had never married and claimed he had his reasons for never wanting to. But that didn’t keep him from occasionally having a live-in mistress under his roof. His most recent was Liz Tillman and, as far as Margo was concerned, the woman was a gold digger.
“It’s final. A bodyguard will be here around the clock to protect you until this madness is over.”
Margo didn’t say anything. She wondered if at any time it had crossed her uncle’s mind that they were at her house, not his, and she was no longer a child but a twenty-six-year-old woman. In a way she knew she should appreciate his concern, but she refused to let anyone order her around.
He was wrong in assuming she hadn’t been keeping up with the news. Just because she was trying to maintain a level head didn’t mean a part of her wasn’t a little worried.
She frowned as she glanced up at him. The last thing she wanted was for him to worry needlessly about her. “I’ll give this bodyguard a try...but he better be forewarned not to get underfoot. I have a lot of work to do.” She wasn’t finished yet. “And another thing, Uncle Frazier,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I think you forget sometimes that I’m twenty-six and live on my own. Just because I’m going along with you on this, I hope you don’t think you can start bulldozing your way with me.”
He glowered at her. “You’re stubborn like your father.”
She smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Dropping her hands, she moved back toward the sofa and sat down, grabbing a magazine off the coffee table to flip through. “So, when do we hire this bodyguard?”
“He’s been hired. In fact, I expect him to arrive in a few minutes.”
Margo’s head jerked up. “What?”
Find out what happens when Margo and Striker come face-to-face in FORGED IN DESIRE by New York Times bestselling author Brenda Jackson.