The Protector: The Complete C.I.A. Romance Series

by Lilian Monroe

  And then Hailey looked right back at me.

  The force of her gaze almost knocked me back, and the only evidence that I was still alive was the thumping of my heart in my chest. I gulped.

  Hailey floated toward me. I watched her move like a goddess as she cross the gallery floor. Her cheeks turned pink and she stopped, barely a foot away from me.

  “My dad told me what you did,” she said.

  I frowned.

  “With the money.”

  “Oh,” I said. “Yeah. Long time coming. He didn’t take it.”

  “No,” Hailey laughed. “He’s too proud. He’d never take your money.”

  We stared at each other. “How was your trip?” I asked, as if we were old friends catching up. As if my entire universe didn’t hang on her smile.

  “It was good. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

  “Is it okay that I came?” My voice squeaked.

  Hailey smiled, and my heart sang. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, it’s fine.”

  I opened my mouth to say more, but the music died down. I heard someone tapping on a microphone. Hailey and I turned toward the noise, and her beautiful smile widened at the sight of the woman with the microphone in the center of the room.

  “Thank you for coming tonight,” the woman said. “For those of you who don’t know, I’m Tanya—Hailey’s friend and manager.”

  I glanced at Hailey as the woman kept talking. Hailey glowed with a strength I’d never seen in her before. I still felt that pull in the pit of my stomach for her, but I didn’t move toward her. The whole room was staring at her. This was her moment.

  “… and I’ve just heard that, thanks to an anonymous donor, Georgetown University has endowed a scholarship in Hailey’s name.” There was surprised, delighted applause from across the gallery.

  Hailey gasped.

  I froze. ‘Anonymous’ didn’t seem so anonymous now. Hailey breathed deeply, her eyes widening. She scanned the room as she walked toward the microphone, and I took the opportunity to slide toward the exit. Hailey was halfway through her speech when I made it to the door.

  I chanced one last glance at her, and from across the gallery, our eyes locked.

  Understanding suddenly flashed across her face—the moment before I ducked out of the door. I stepped into the cool, autumn breeze and was halfway down the block before I heard her voice calling from behind me.

  “Freddy! Wait!”

  I waved a hand and kept walking.

  I didn’t know why I was running away. I didn’t want her to know that I was the one who’d started the scholarship fund at Georgetown. It was only small—not enough to put anyone through art school—but it still had her name on it.

  I’d found a way to use the money John had given me to honor Hailey. It felt like the right thing to do with it—the only way to make it pure again.

  But now, with Hailey chasing me out of her own art exhibition, I wasn’t so sure.

  What if she thought I was being presumptuous? What if she still hated me? We’d been civil to each other in there, sure—but that didn’t mean she wanted anything else to do with me.

  But then, her hand wrapped around my arm and I stopped.

  I turned to look at Hailey, breathless. She didn’t hesitate—leaning in to brush her lips against my cheek before I could even think to stop her.

  I inhaled vanilla and roses and everything I’d ruined. Everything I’d lost.

  But then, her hand came to rest on my shoulder and my whole body was bathed in fire.

  “Thank you,” Hailey said softly as she squeezed my arm. “You used the money that my dad had given you, didn’t you? The money he refused to take back?”

  “You weren’t supposed to know.”

  Hailey laughed, shaking her head. “That’s really sweet of you.”

  “I’m sorry for everything, Hailey,” I stammered. “I’m sorry for leaving you in the gallery with your dad, and for putting you through everything with the Agency before that. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you again—but everything I did seemed to be the wrong thing.”

  Hailey took a deep breath. Goosebumps spread over her arms and she rubbed her hands to sooth them. I took my jacket off and draped it over her shoulders.

  She smiled. “Thanks. Smells like you.”

  “Is that a good thing?”

  “Yeah,” she laughed. “It’s a good thing.”

  On that late September evening, under the glow of the streetlights, I knew my life would never be complete without her. Hailey stared at me as her eyes sparkled—and then she took a step closer to me and put her hand on my shoulder again.

  It swept back to the nape of my neck as she pulled me into her.

  Hailey kissed me—and my world was complete.

  I tucked my arms under my jacket, draped over her shoulders, and my hands found her waist, her ass, her hips. I sank my fingers into her body and sighed as everything finally felt right again.

  No one else had this effect on me. No one else could ever make me feel this way with just one look, one kiss.

  Hailey pulled away, blushing. “Sorry,” she said. “I just wanted to kiss you.”

  “Never apologize for kissing me. Does this mean you want…”

  “I don’t know what it means,” she said with a wry smile. “It just means I wanted to kiss you.”

  “Would you want to kiss me some more? Perhaps every day for the rest of your life?”

  She laughed, the sound of it healing another hole in my heart. I laughed with her, leaning my forehead against hers. We swayed from side to side on the sidewalk, dancing to music that only we could hear. Eventually, she pulled away from me, smiling as she opened her mouth to say something.

  Her smile turned to horror as I heard dragging footsteps behind me. I turned just in time to get punched square in the nose… again.

  I stumbled back with a yell.

  “Jayden!” Hailey screamed.

  “Hands off her, dickhead,” the man said as he came at me. “Hailey is mine.” He smelled of stale beer and threw another heavy punch at my head.

  This time, I was ready. I dodged it easily and hit him with a left hook. His jaw made an awful cracking noise and he stumbled to the side. Hailey screamed.

  Jayden came stumbling toward me again, and once more I blocked him easily. I could sense Hailey’s panic, so I didn’t punch him this time. Instead, I used his momentum against him—grabbing Jayden’s hand and swinging it behind his back.

  In a flash, he was on the ground—his hands pinned and my knee pressing down in the middle of his back.

  “Eat dirt, asshole,” I snarled. “Come anywhere near Hailey again and I’ll fucking kill you.”

  “Both of you, stop it,” Hailey said. I looked up to see her shaking. Her eyes flashed and I slowly lifted myself up off her ex.

  Jayden stood up, wavering on his feet. “Hailey…”

  “Jayden, we broke up a year ago. What are you doing here?”

  “We belong together.” His voice was pitiful.

  Hailey sighed. “No, we don’t. What is it with men tonight? Is it a full moon or something?”

  Jayden whimpered, but Hailey just shook her head. I’ll admit it, even I felt sorry for him—and that’s after the fucker had just sucker punched me in the face.

  Jayden gave Hailey big, puppy-dog eyes and I knew exactly how he felt. Losing Hailey was agony. But, to his credit, he turned around and walked away.

  He gave me one last venomous look, but he said nothing else. A moment later, he stumbled around the corner and was gone.

  Hailey put her hand on my arms and another on my chin, tilting my face to hers. Her eyebrows drew together. I probably looked like a mess. I could taste blood, and I knew my nose was gushing.

  “I’ve got tissues in my pocket,” I said, gesturing to the jacket she still wore. Hailey found them and helped me mop up my face, shaking her head.

  “Why did you go and do that, Freddy? Look at your face.”
/>   “I thought he was coming at you. I wasn’t going to let anyone touch you.”

  “You’re an idiot.”

  “Either that, or I’m in love.” I found her gaze. “Same thing, isn’t it?”

  Epilogue

  Hailey

  When I brought Freddy to the hospital, the staff recognized him right away.

  “Tripped again, did you?” The doctor arched his eyebrow.

  Freddy groaned in response. When the doctor walked away, I stared at him.

  “What did he mean, ‘tripped again’?”

  “I may or may not have lunged at Gianni Russo the day after you left—and he may or may not have broken my nose.”

  “Freddy!”

  “At this rate, I’m going to be one ugly motherfucker. Protecting you is hard work.”

  “Protecting me?” I scoffed. “Is that what you call it? When Gianni punched you, I was probably out of the country.”

  “Protecting your honor, then.” He grinned.

  I laughed, shaking my head. I hadn’t acknowledged the whole ‘love’ thing that Freddy had said before, but my heart hadn’t stopped thumping ever since Jayden had stumbled away. I’d rushed inside to tell Tanya I had to leave, grabbed my stuff, and then brought Freddy straight to the hospital.

  It wasn’t exactly how I’d envisioned my first independent exhibition, but as Freddy and I settled into waiting room seats and he intertwined his fingers in mine, it still felt perfect.

  I wasn’t mad at Freddy anymore. How could I be? I was in love with the man—and, as he said, being in love and being an idiot weren’t all too different from one another.

  In our time apart, I’d done some thinking. I knew Freddy had walked away from my father to protect me. I knew he’d regretted taking my father’s money—but I’d never expected him to do something like start a scholarship in my name with it.

  I guess we weren’t just stupid kids anymore.

  Even as Jayden had stumbled up to us, I’d known that I loved Freddy. My ex had stank of booze and made an ass of himself—but in that moment, all I cared about was Freddy’s safety.

  So, like I said, idiot.

  But I was a happy idiot, waiting at the hospital for Freddy to get his nose fixed—again, apparently. We found out that because it had been broken once before, he’d need surgery this time or else risk having breathing problems in the future.

  “Try not to trip so much,” the doctor warned him, unamused. Freddy just squeezed my hand as I rested my head on his shoulder.

  Being so close to him made my heart thrum happily. I stayed at the hospital all night, throughout his surgery, and I brought him home the next day.

  Tanya arched an eyebrow, but I ignored her—leading Freddy straight back to my bedroom to lay him down on my bed.

  I heard the clattering of dog’s feet and the door close as Tanya took them out for an impromptu walk. I smiled, knowing she’d done it to give us some privacy.

  I sat on the edge of the bed, pushing a strand of hair off Freddy’s forehead.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Perfect.” His hand swept over my hip and I leaned into him, sighing. It felt good to be here with him. Resting my head against Freddy’s chest, I listened to his heartbeat and let him drift his hand back and forth on my bare arm.

  Freddy reached up to my chin and brought his lips to mine. It was awkward with his splint, and I saw him wince as I accidentally touched his nose with mine.

  “Sorry.”

  “I don’t care,” Freddy said. “You’re here—and I can hardly believe it.”

  “Life sucked without you,” I heard myself say, breathless. His arms tightened around me and he kissed me again. After a long night at the hospital, we held each other and fell asleep together.

  From then on, we didn’t spend a night apart. It was easy with Freddy. Now that I felt confident in myself and in my life, making myself vulnerable with him felt right.

  We were both imperfect, but we were perfect for each other. I painted, and he worked. We found a little apartment that we both loved and moved in right before the holidays.

  The first day in our new place, we made love like animals. I’d suspected Freddy had been holding back when we were living with Tanya, but now we were truly alone, it was obvious. He unleashed himself, and made me come over and over again, saying sweet and dirty things in my ear.

  I wrapped myself around him, holding on tight to the only man who’d ever made me feel complete.

  I didn’t need him anymore—not like I’d needed men before—but I wanted him. That was so much more powerful.

  When we lay together in our new bedroom, staring at each other, there was such serene calm in my heart that I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.

  “What?” Freddy asked, touching his now slightly bent nose to mine.

  “I love you, is all.”

  “I love you too, Hailey. Always have, always will.”

  “Just stop getting your nose broken on my behalf.”

  He grinned. “If I’ve learned anything, it’s that I’m not going to make promises I can’t keep.”

  I giggled as he swept me up in his arms, holding me against his chest. I breathed in the scent of his skin and kissed the crook between his collarbone and his neck.

  In his arms, I was happy, I was home, and I was whole.

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  1

  Harper

  “Coming through!” I call out, balancing a tray of cookies in one hand and a jug of eggnog in the other. I can smell the boozy scent of rum coming off the eggnog and I know it’ll be a big hit this year. My coworkers move out of the way as I crouch down towards the table and slide the tray off my hand onto the table in a smooth motion. The tablecloth is covered the cartoonish drawings of snowmen and snow flakes, with tinsel strewn under the trays of food. The whole office looks like the inside of a Christmas store. I place the jug of eggnog beside the cookies and stand up, putting my hands on my hips and turning around.

  “That should be it,” I breathe, pulling the hem of my sweater down. It’s the ugliest and most amazing sweater I’ve ever seen, a wooly red monstrosity with flashing LED lights all over the front in the shape of a Christmas tree. Perfect for the office Christmas party.

  “Well done, Harper! The place looks amazing,” Rosie says as she walks up beside me. She’s wearing her regular work clothes. In fact, no one except me is dressed up, but I don’t mind. Rosie smiles and raises the plastic wine glass towards me. I grab a glass of my own from the dozens lined up on the table and lift it up it towards Rosie.

  “I can finally start enjoying myself now,” I grin back. We clink our glasses and I take my first sip of wine of the evening. “It’s always so much work putting this party together.”

  “But it’s always worth it,” Rosie replies. “Think of all the gossip that comes out of it every year!”

  She grins mischievously and takes another sip of wine, scanning the room over the rim of her glass. I laugh and nod. She’s right, it’s usually fodder for at least a couple months of water cooler chat. I’ve been in charge of the office Christmas party for the last three years, and they’ve gotten wilder as time has gone on. I’m sure this year will be the same.

  “Nice sweatshirt!”

  I try not to cringe as the screechy voice reaches my ears. The back of my neck prickles with that same uncomfortable feeling I get every time I he
ar his voice. I already know it’s Greg from accounting. I turn around slowly and there he is, grinning at me with his toothy, slimy smile. I nod, trying not to stare at the stains on his tie or the greasy hair plastered to his forehead.

  “Thanks,” I respond curtly.

  “You like Christmas, hey?”

  “No, not really, I just do this so I can drink at the office.”

  He throws his head back and laughs before shuffling closer, his baggy pants and too-tight shirt sliding in beside me. I inch away as he gets closer. He smells like wet socks.

  “Haven’t seen you around the accounts department lately,” he says to me. I try to avoid his stare and glance at Rosie. She’s got her nose buried in her glass of wine.

  “I got promoted a year ago, Greg. I don’t work in accounts anymore.”

  “Yeah, yeah, of course, but you know, I thought you’d still come around and say hello to me—to the team. I thought we meant something to you!”

  He smiles at me and I resist the urge to shudder. I would rather come across as a cold-hearted snobby executive bitch than to willingly spend time with you, after all the torture you put me through! Greg glances at Rosie and his smile disappears immediately. He almost snarls at her and I grab her arm and point over to the other side of the room.

  “Oh, look, it looks like those decorations need to be adjusted. Excuse me.”

  “I’ll help!” Rosie says. The two of us speed away towards the huge tree I rented for the party.

  “Is he still following you around? I thought you’d made a complaint.”

  I sigh. “I did, he got a warning from HR and avoided me for a while but it looks like he’s plucked up the courage to talk to me again. Might be the booze.”

  “Isn’t there anything you can do? He followed you to your house! Multiple times!”

  “Don’t remind me,” I say, glancing at her sideways. I push the thought away, not wanting to go back to those months last year when I was constantly looking over my shoulder. I didn’t even know it was Greg until weeks after the whole thing started. I spent weeks and weeks with that same prickly feeling at the back of my neck, feeling like I was being followed and thinking I was going insane.