Guarding His Children

Chapter One

Jason Aldean rushed for the elevator, throwing his arm and shoulder between the closing doors to stop them. He was late for an appointment with his manager Michael Knox. And he hated being late.

Jason hurried down the hall to his Michael's office and greeted Sally, Michael's secretary, with two cups of coffee in hand. "Is he mad I am late?"

"No, he just called, though. He's running late. He should be here shortly."

Jason grinned. "Good. It'll give me a chance to catch my breath. I had to help Keeley take her project to school, then I hit the traffic mess on Third Avenue, then Kendyl spilled milk on her shirt.."

As he headed for Michael's office, Sally said, "Thanks for the coffee. Nothing beats a mocha latte, double shot of caffeine."

Jason smiled as he opened the door and entered the spacious office. He put his coffee on the desk and started to sit when his gaze fell onto a small photo lying on the corner

As he eased into the seat, frowning, he picked up the picture of him and his girls yesterday at the park. A big, black X was slashed across and his daughters.

Jason's hand started shaking, and the photo dropped onto his desk. All he saw was the black X. His stomach knotted, and his throat tightened.

Lately he'd been receiving calls on his cellphone-hang up calls. But yesterday they had started happening at home, too. Was it because he was going threw a nasty divorce with his so to be ex-wife Jessica, ? He'd heard of the rumors of fans wanting to harm his girls even him , but this took it a step further. Threats against him-and even his daughters?

He reached for the phone. When the dropped calls began, then his garbage had been strewn all over his front yard last week, he'd known what had to be done. He needed protection for his daughters maybe even himself. It was one thing for someone to come after him, but to include Keeley and Kendyl was unacceptable.

There was only one bodyguard he would trust to protect his daughters until the police discovered who was behind the harassment-his former high school sweetheart, Brittany Kerr. He thought back to when he last saw her-her green eyes blazing with fury. When she turned away from him, her long blond hair in a ponytail slapped across his face right before she stormed away.

Would she even pick up the phone when he called?

He punched in the number he got from a mutual friend and hoped she would accept the job. But as the phone rang and rang, his doubts grew. He couldn't blame her after what he did to her ten years ago. But he needed her. They needed her.

He prayed Brittany could somehow put the past behind them long enough to keep them safe.