The Bodyguard

Chapter 7

The music busted in my ears but I enjoyed every second of it. The highway was almost empty so I had it only to myself.

"Firework" played in the radio and I sang along on top of my lungs.

Three hours later I decided to make a stop and get some breakfast.

There was a small cafe called "Cowpoke Cafe". It was a cute house with white walls and a red roof.

I ordered two pieces of French toast. Luckily Hudson had some cash in his car. Along with that I also found his driving license.

According to his license he is 27 but there is no way he's already this old. It's probably fake.

Is Hudson van Dijk even his real name then?

The waitress brought me my plate and I stared shoveling the food into my mouth.

"You might swallow the wrong way if you continue eating like that" a deep voice teased.

Hudson sat across me and took the other piece of French toast.

Am I chipped or how did he find me?

"My car has a location-chip" he commented as he saw my shocked expression.

I turned my head to see if my parents were anywhere near by.

"They're not here" he answered my unspoken question.

I swallowed before I answered nervously "and what are you going to do now."

A blonde waitress came over and placed two plates with waffles in front of us.

"Have breakfast, Dora" he replied and smiled at the food.

While we ate he explained to me that my parents gave up on forcing me to go to NewOrleans. They agreed after a long discussion to let me drive back to NewYork. Under the condition that Hudson accompanied me.

"Okay but if we're doing this we need to set a few ground rules" I held my hand before my mouth.

He nodded and gave me his full attention.

"Rule number One: No more lying or concealing of information" I determined as I raised my fork.

"And rule number two: Stop making references to Dora the explorer and stop calling me Dora!"

Hudson nodded and waved a waitress over "I'm fine with rule one. But I can't make any promises about number two.

After we finished we walked to the car and I had to hand him back the keys.

"Hudson, how old are you?" I asked as I remembered I still had his license in the back pocket of my jeans.

He glimpsed over and shrugged "old enough."

Why does he never give me concrete information?

"Your driving license says you're 27" I held it up and smiled at his picture.

His eyes widen as he saw it and he quickly stole it away from me.

"Where did you get that?" He hissed.

That's no reason to be mad. It's just a driving license.

"How old are you?" I asked again.

He shook his head reluctantly and stared frustrated at the street. His hand bones stood out clearly and his neck vein popped out.

"I'm nineteen" I commented and hoped he would tell me his age.

When he did not I started guessing. "Twenty?"

"No" he whispered.

"Twenty one?"

He shook his head and I could see the tension in his shoulders loosened up.

"Twenty two?"

"Nope"

"Twenty three?" I asked eagerly.

Hudson didn't answer.

He had promised he wouldn't lie to me so that was probably his way of keeping his promise.

"Twenty three it is" I smiled to myself.

He glimpsed over and I noticed that he was smiling, too.

"Happy now?"

I actually really was happy. He knew everything about me. It's his job. But I knew nothing about him.

His phone rang but he declined the call and threw his phone on the backseat.

"Who was that?" I asked.

He just shrugged.

"You have quite an overprotective mother, you know?"

Made sense. Back when I went to Canada with my friends family my mom used to call me three times a day. I love her but she could turn into the most annoying person on earth.

I decided to not question him no more. He obviously didn't like talking about himself.

I leaned back in my seat, closed my eyes and hummed to the songs in the radio.