Kam's in luck.
Nina's brother Bel is the kid he pulled away from the potential hit and run outside the second hand bookstore.
And he's definitely still annoyed that Kam exists.
Nina called Bel earlier and told him she ran into a friend of Silo's who needed a place to stay for a few days. Bel thought that was weird, but said it was fine. About an hour later a sleek Range Rover pulled up the drive and parked in the carport next to Bel's Mazda, which didn't look quite so sleek next to its new companion.
And the man who got out sent Bel's jaw to the floor.
It had stayed on the floor when this man told Bel what was actually happening, and made it clear that Nina had told him a Little White Lie, and hired a watchdog for him.
Because of course she did.
Currently, Bel is standing in the middle of the front room, arms crossed, glaring daggers at the man standing in the doorway front of him.
A man who's got a big stupid grin on his face that's making that skippy thing happen to Bel's heart again.
And he's still in Chelsea boots, and that black t-shirt and jeans that fit him really well.
Shit.
It's forty-three degrees outside. Why isn't he sweating?
Why am I sweating? The AC is on full blast, so what the hell?
Bel keeps his arms crossed to establish his position as owner of the house, not to hide the nervous sweat that is undoubtedly showing through the underarms of his shirt. "So you're telling me that Silo and my sister think I need a babysitter?"
"That's not exactly the words that were used, but yes." Chelsea Boots also has his arms crossed, so Bel can see that tattoo circling his wrist--a snake eating it's own tail. He also looks much more comfortable than Bel.
Bel lifts an eyebrow, trying to figure out if Chelsea Boots is a liar or not. "Because of the USB she was sent?"
"Yes." Chelsea Boots matches Bel's eyebrow, only he does it better--his brow is fully cocked.
"Why the hell would someone want to come after me?" Bel realizes he's said it out loud when Chelsea Boots' other eyebrow rises to meet the first one.
"Isn't that a question you should be asking your sister?" Chelsea Boots has moved from the doorway, taking a step closer to Bel.
"You've already told me more than she has." For some reason, Bel takes a step back.
Chelsea Boots takes another step forward.
Bel takes another step back. "What are you doing?"
"Coming into the house. Is that not allowed?" Chelsea Boots is smiling, and Bel's heart stops skipping and does flip-flops instead. "You're still staring at me. Close your mouth before something flies inside it."
Great, so not only has Bel's heart been doing stupid things, but he's been staring at the guy his sister hired as his bodyguard long enough for the other man to notice.
Staring with his mouth open.
Because Chelsea Boots is just as stupidly good looking as he was yesterday.
Damn.
"I'm not staring," Bel snaps. "I'm annoyed."
"With me, or your sister?" Chelsea Boots is now standing so close Bel can't see anything else except those coffee colored eyes, glinting with mischief. The smile on the man's face widens as Bel swallows hard.
