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  ‘I trust Wolfe’s judgement on this, Ava.’

  Over her own? What a surprise.

  ‘Fine.’ She waved her hand dismissively. ‘Is that all, sir?’ She needed to get out. Back to the sanctuary of her suite. Wolfe’s steely indifference was like a red rag to her overly sensitised senses.

  On the one hand she was glad he was treating her like a stranger, but it made her feel inadequate when all she could do was remember the feel of his body when it had been joined to hers, his hands on her skin, his mouth... Oh, his mouth!

  And Frédéric had been killed. Someone might be trying to kill her as well...

  ‘No, that is not all.’ Her father brought her attention back to him. ‘Wolfe has also been hired as your personal bodyguard for the duration of the investigation.’

  The breath stalled in her lungs and the room spun. ‘I don’t think I heard you correctly, sir.’

  * * *

  Neither did Wolfe.

  Her personal bodyguard?

  He glanced at Ava’s shocked expression and hoped his own didn’t mirror it. The King had requested that he organise personal security for her, not that he be responsible for her himself. He didn’t have time for that kind of grunt work on top of his corporate responsibilities. And guarding a woman who already occupied too much of his head space was not something he’d let any of his staff do.

  ‘I know you don’t like security being assigned to you Ava,’ the King said. ‘But things have changed. You are now the Crown Princess and you need to be protected at all times. This situation highlights how important that is.’

  ‘Yes, but we have our own security detail.’

  Her father sighed, as if he was settling in for a familiar battle. ‘I believe hiring an outsider is the best course of action until this situation is resolved. Wolfe comes highly recommended and is a personal friend of Gilles.’

  ‘I disagree.’

  Determination vibrated through her voice and got Wolfe’s back up.

  The skin on the back of his neck prickled and he resisted the urge to rub it; he was a master at not giving in to those physical signs that demonstrated when a man was under extreme stress. He had tried to convince himself that his sleepless nights with Ava on his mind were just because he had a niggle about her accident. He’d assumed that once that niggle had been investigated and the King was apprised of the danger surrounding his daughter he’d be able to re-establish his normal routine.

  The driving need that had hit him in the gut as soon as Ava had stepped into the room made a mockery of that. It wasn’t ruminations over her accident that had kept him awake—and hard—for the past two weeks. It was her.

  Absently Wolfe wondered if she had relived their night together as much as he had, and whether she’d be interested in taking up where they had left off.

  What?

  He silently mocked his wishful thinking. By the look of her she’d prefer to run him through with one of those swords lining the King’s private study.

  Maybe he just needed to get laid.

  And, no, not with her. If he took her on as a client—

  ‘Wolfe is clearly too busy, sir. But I’m sure there’s another person out there just as capable.’

  She was right about him being too busy, Wolfe thought, but there really was no one else he would trust with her life.

  Feeling that he no longer had a choice, he gave the King a curt nod of acceptance.

  ‘No!’

  The King cut an irritated look at his daughter. ‘Ava, this is not open for discussion. My word is law, and it’s time you realised that you have a responsibility, a duty, to your country. You will do it.’

  Did that mean she didn’t want to? Wolfe wouldn’t have been surprised. He understood the fickle nature of women better than most.

  She stood beside the window with her arms crossed and the afternoon sun turning her hair a deep glossy brown. Wolfe could feel her frustration, her fury, in every tautly held muscle of her slender body.

  His own body flushed with heat as he took her in, and he couldn’t help resenting the effect she had on him. He didn’t want to be this caught up by the sight of a woman. Ever.

  ‘I’ll need absolute control,’ he said, overlaying unwanted thoughts with the professionalism he prided himself on. ‘Access to everything.’ Wolfe addressed his words to the King. ‘Every nook and cranny and secret entrance and exit to the castle. Ava’s diary. Her itinerary. I’ll employ my own chef to do her meals, and I want the final word on everything she does and every person she sees.’

  ‘You’re asking a lot.’

  Wolfe knew what the King was saying. This is my daughter and you’d better not stuff up. ‘Yes, I am.’

  ‘Perhaps Monsieur Wolfe would like my firstborn, as well?’ Ava said, injecting her voice with bored insolence, tapping her foot agitatedly on the marble floor.

  The King nodded his agreement before addressing his mutinous daughter. ‘I have organised a ball in your brother’s honour this coming weekend and you will need security for that.’

  ‘It’s too soon,’ Ava whispered softly.

  Her arms enfolded her waist in a protective gesture her father didn’t seem to notice, but it tugged at some unwanted place inside Wolfe’s chest.

  ‘It’s not too soon. And the ball is not only to honour your brother’s life—it is to find you a husband.’

  A husband?

  Wolfe’s eyes locked on Ava’s face, which had suddenly turned ashen. His own gut felt as if it was twisted up with his intestines, and a flash of adrenaline rushed through his system as if he’d just been physically assaulted.

  ‘I can find my own husband, sir.’

  ‘Not now that you’re Crown Princess, you can’t,’ the King rasped. ‘The stakes have been raised, Ava, and you’ve had more than enough time to find a suitable partner and Anders badly needs a celebration and an heir.’

  The tension in the room as Ava stared at her father could have cracked the Arctic shelf. Wolfe thought of the island paradise he had planned to visit next week, after his round of meetings. The warm sparkling blue waters of the North Atlantic. A new set of sun loungers that edged one end of his lap pool.

  ‘Do I even need to be in attendance, sir?’ Ava stared down her nose at her father with bored enquiry. ‘I’d hate to mess around with your plans.’

  The King’s eyes hardened. ‘Don’t be smart, Ava. You have a duty to do. You know that.’

  ‘And is it my fault that I am entirely underprepared to carry out that duty?’ she retorted.

  Her words were underscored by a subtle vulnerability that called to every one of Wolfe’s protective instincts and threatened his determination to remain detached from everything at all times. It was an aspect of his nature that had never been challenged before—regardless of what he had seen and experienced. It was the reason he had acquired his nickname.

  Instead of following that troublesome thought down what could only be a dead-end street set with an ambush, he focused on what he could see and hear. The facts.

  ‘You chose to run around Paris for eight years.’ The King’s face had the motley hue of a man on the edge.

  ‘Because I didn’t have any choices here,’ Ava returned icily.

  ‘I won’t argue with you, Ava. You need a husband. Someone who understands the business and can support you when you need it.’

  Wolfe noticed the King’s hand shook slightly as he picked up his water glass. ‘Wolfe, if you would accompany my daughter back to her quarters? I’m sure you’ll want to get started on the best way to carry out your duties as soon as possible.’

  Wolfe wasn’t sure about anything right now except two things. His need for this woman was stronger than it had ever been, and taking on the role of her personal bodyguard was absolute insanity.

  * * *

  Ava rounded on him as soon as he’d followed her into her private sitting room. ‘“I’ll need absolute control. Access to everything.”’ She mimicked his voice, her tone scath
ing. ‘Are you kidding me?’

  Wolfe couldn’t stop himself from running his eyes over her slender curves as she stopped in the middle of the room, her body vibrating with tension.

  Had she lost weight?

  He studied her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth was tight and she had dark smudges under her eyes that told him she had been sleeping as poorly as he had. All the same, she looked magnificent, and he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her so soundly it was all he could do to remain where he stood. ‘It’s for your own good.’

  ‘According to some so is whale oil, but you won’t find me firing a harpoon any time soon.’

  Wolfe sighed, realising this meeting was going to be even more difficult than he had anticipated. ‘Ava, this doesn’t have to be awkward.’

  She paced away from him and then turned back sharply. ‘Don’t mistake my fury for awkwardness, Wolfe. I can’t believe you’ve agreed to take this job.’ She paused and locked her eyes on his. ‘You know, if you wanted to see me again you could have just picked up the phone.’ Her navy eyes glittered challengingly.

  ‘My taking this job has nothing to do with whether I want to see you again. And I believe it was you who cancelled dinner,’ he reminded her stiffly.

  She gave a dismissive shrug. ‘I didn’t see the point in going out with you when it was a spur-of-the-moment request made out of guilt.’

  Wolfe contemplated her answer. Was that why she’d cancelled? ‘It wasn’t guilt.’

  She arched a brow. ‘No? So why run off so early? I don’t even think the birds were up when you left.’

  Wolfe’s mouth tightened at the insouciant boredom he heard in her voice. It was the same tone she’d used with her father before. ‘I left because I had to provide last-minute details to two of my men before they left on another job.’ And he’d wanted to surprise her by replacing her damaged phone with one of his.

  Her eyes flicked to his briefly, as if she hadn’t considered that. But why would she? In hindsight, it had probably looked bad to her, waking up alone after the passionate night they had spent together. Which, he acknowledged to himself now, was another reason he’d left. He’d woken up with such a strong sense of wellbeing his instinct had been to pull back. It was so ingrained in him he hadn’t even thought to question it at the time. Hadn’t wanted to question it. Now, looking at it from her point of view, her reactions that morning made more sense.

  ‘I’m sorry if I hurt you,’ he murmured sincerely.

  Ava’s chin came up and her eyes shot sparks at him. ‘Hurt me? You didn’t hurt me, Wolfe.’

  Wolfe’s mouth tightened at her vehemence.

  ‘Quite the contrary. In fact you did me a favour, because I didn’t have time to have dinner with you and...’ She shrugged again. ‘It’s too late now anyway.’

  Was it?

  Yes, of course it was.

  ‘You’re right.’ For one thing he was now her bodyguard and she was his client, and for another he wanted her just a little too much for comfort. ‘That ship has definitely sailed.’ Wolfe paced the length of an antique rug, agitated by the situation he had inadvertently created for himself. ‘And your father wants you to marry!’ Which would effectively remove her from his orbit altogether.

  ‘Something you’ll never do!’ The heated statement was almost a question.

  ‘Something I’ll never do,’ he agreed. He’d spent his adult life avoiding that particular institution, and he’d never felt any need to reconsider his views.

  Ava nodded sharply, as if somehow his response had been predictable, and Wolfe ground his teeth together. This situation—his total physical awareness of this woman, his total agitation at this woman—was going to make his job almost impossible. Never before had he felt as if he was at the mercy of his emotions as he did with Ava, and he hated the feeling that he was not as in control as he would like to think he was. So much for his old nickname. Thank God his army mates couldn’t see him now!

  Ava started pacing in front of the high bevelled windows again, as if she had too much energy that was searching for an outlet. Her fitted trousers pulled tight across the rounded curves of her backside.

  ‘You do realise if my father knew of our history together there is no way he would let you guard me?’

  Wolfe brought his attention back to her face. ‘So will you tell him or will I?’ he asked silkily, irritated with himself and with her hot-headed stubbornness. She threw him a look and he swiped a hand through his hair. ‘Will you just sit down?’

  ‘Another order? Let me just set you straight on something, Monsieur Wolfe.’ She set her hands on her sexy hips. ‘If you think I am going to do everything you tell me to do you have another thing coming.’

  Her accent had thickened with her agitation and it drove his mind right back to the bedroom.

  Wolfe released a slow breath. ‘Believe it or not, I’m trying to help you.’

  ‘Oh, that’s right—my own personal protector.’

  He crossed his arms and waited for her to run her anger out, determined not to get into any more arguments with her.

  Seeming to sense his newfound resolve, she prodded at it like a child poking its fingers inside a lion’s enclosure. ‘So, do I get to order you around, as well?’

  ‘I work for your father.’

  Her gorgeous mouth thinned. ‘Two peas in a pod. How cosy.’

  ‘All that energy you’re burning up is just going to tire you out unnecessarily,’ he offered amiably.

  ‘You should be glad I’m using it up on pacing,’ she snapped.

  Wolfe’s body caught fire at her words. Down, boy. She didn’t mean that was an alternative. It would probably never be an alternative again after today. No, it definitely couldn’t be.

  He watched her ponytail trail over the soft skin of her neck before he sat on the edge of the low, plump sofa that was surprisingly modern in a room that dated back centuries. ‘Take your time. I have all night.’

  She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up so they swelled just above the opening of her shirt. ‘Well, I don’t. So I’d like you to leave.’

  ‘I need to ask you a few questions first.’

  ‘You’re really pushing your luck.’

  ‘Maybe we should clear the air about that night at Gilles’s wedding.’

  ‘Us having sex, you mean?’

  Her cool indifference again made him wonder just how many other men she had spent the night with, and the fact that he was at all interested only added another layer of heat to his spiralling annoyance. Was she just like his mother, willing to slake her lust whenever the urge arose and with any man handy? The thought made him sick.

  ‘Yes.’

  Her eyebrows rose at his churlish tone and she leant back against the windowsill. ‘What’s to clear up? Have you forgotten how it’s done?’

  ‘Ava—’

  ‘Oh, don’t worry, Wolfe. I’m not about to strip off my clothes and ask for a repeat. Unless that’s what you want? Is that why you took the job?’ Her voice dropped, lowering to a sultry purr. ‘Are you going to order me to take my clothes off, Monsieur Wolfe?’

  ‘I don’t sleep with my clients,’ he informed her sternly, ignoring the lie his body’s response begged him to make of that statement.

  She raised a mocking brow. ‘My father will be chuffed to hear that. He’s not into men, as far as I know. Although every family has their secrets.’

  Her unexpected humour broke the rising tension between them and Wolfe laughed. ‘Tell me, Princess, what is it about me being your bodyguard that you hate the most if it isn’t our history?’

  She threw him a droll look. ‘Do you have a spare year?’

  Wolfe took a deep breath and offered up an olive branch. ‘Why don’t we start over?’

  ‘Pretend we’ve never met?’ she asked, somewhat dubiously.

  ‘If that works for you.’

  She shrugged. ‘As long as you don’t order me around I can do that.’


  Could she? He wasn’t sure he could. ‘Good. Take a seat.’ He spoke briskly, indicating the sofa opposite him. ‘I need to ask you some things to help my investigation.’

  When she didn’t move Wolfe frowned. Was their ceasefire over so soon?

  ‘Ava?’

  ‘You can call me ma’am. And I believe you just issued another order?’

  Yes, perhaps he had.

  ‘So did you,’ he ground out.

  ‘You didn’t say I couldn’t order you around.’

  ‘Av— Dammit, you need to cooperate or I can’t do my job.’ His mind conjured up the last time he’d teased her by telling her that he knew how to make her cooperate and he swallowed. Hard.

  ‘So quit.’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘I’ve given my word to your father and there’s no one else I’d trust with your safety.’

  ‘What do you care about my safety? We’re strangers.’

  Wolfe sucked in a silent breath. Seriously, the woman would try the patience of a saint. Reminding himself to keep control, he settled back more comfortably on the sofa. The cat sleeping in the corner rose and stretched, sniffed him and then crawled onto his lap.

  ‘Hey, mate.’ He stroked it absently. ‘You look like you’ve seen better days.’

  ‘He belonged to my mother.’ Her mouth turned down slightly at the corners, indicating that she was still affected by the loss. In some way he envied the fact that she cared.

  The cat nudged his hand. ‘I take back what I said,’ he told the cat. ‘You’re in top condition for a man your age.’

  He looked up to find Ava watching him. When their gazes collided she flushed, and he wondered what she had been thinking.

  ‘I think I hate you.’

  Well, that was definitive, and unfortunately the feeling wasn’t mutual. ‘I’m not your enemy, Ava,’ he said softly.

  The words but someone is lay unspoken between them.

  Her shoulders slumped as if she had the weight of the world bearing down on her. ‘Can’t my father answer your questions?’

  ‘That depends on whether he knows anything about your love-life. From what I saw of the interaction between you two before I would have said you’re not that close.’