Her Sexy Protector

My heart stopped at the sight of one sign though. I stared, wondering if I was seeing correctly. It wasn’t a sign for my father. Instead, it read: Natalie For My Heart.

I looked at the person holding the sign, and it was none other than Colt.

Tears welled in my eyes, and in that instant, I knew I had been stupid for all the wrong reasons.

I knew I shouldn’t have believed it when he claimed he wanted nothing but a professional relationship with me. We had made too strong of a connection for that.

Smiling and laughing through my tears, the instant I made it across the stage and close enough for him, I dove right into his arms.

Loud cheers erupted all around us as our lips met.

CHAPTER 18

Natalie

I couldn’t have planned it better, but the last few months had been pure bliss.

I had even passed the BAR exam. I couldn’t put into words how much of a weight off of my shoulder that was.

Needless to say, there was a lot to celebrate.

I turned my head sideways, smiling at Colt in the driver’s seat. Perhaps sensing my gaze, a slow smirk spread across his handsome face. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” I said. “I’m just…happy. Everything worked out in the long-run.”

“As I told you it would,” he said.

“Even your cocky attitude has been restored.”

He laughed. “So, your dad is meeting us at the pub, right?”

“Yes,” I said. “He might even be there already.”

“Or he might stand us up in favor of celebrating a night in with Milly. Maybe you might not be an only child much longer.”

“Okay, stop it. That’s just gross,” I said.

Colt laughed, pulling into the parking lot of the pub. He gave a low whistle, glancing around at the numerous cars parked. “Looks like quite a crowd.”

“Yeah…” I said, growing slightly apprehensive.

“Well, it’s not like you’ve got much to worry about, right?” He glanced upward into the rearview mirror at the secret service agents in the car behind us.

“I guess you’ve got a point,” I said. “that’s certainly going to take some time getting used to.”

“You’ve had a lot of practice already. First with me trailing your every move, and then Jones.”

“Yeah, but this is different.”

“I guess,” Colt said. He cut off the car engine. “Ready?”

“Yep.”

We exited the car and headed toward the pub, with the secret service agents trailing quietly behind us.

Just as we had expected, the place was crowded. Immediately upon entering, a huge sign was on display, reading, ‘CONGRATULATIONS, VICE PRESIDENT FINLEY.’

I felt like smiling and cringing at the same time. I was somewhat superstitious, and didn’t like seeing my father referred to as the Vice President already. There was still a very long time until election day. Nevertheless, I did feel that probability his team winning was pretty high.