Jason stared at Lexie. “I’m sorry. Bodyguard?”
“Not to be confused with boyfriend,” she said, taking a swig of her coffee. Surely it was too hot for that, but with the amount of cream she’d stirred in, maybe not. He’d worked hard not to make a face when she’d ruined perfectly good coffee. She’d always liked it to taste less like coffee than anything else, and he’d teased her about it enough for one lifetime.
“The two B-words shouldn’t be confused,” she said. “Got it?”
Jason could barely keep up with the conversation. “I don’t think I’ve got anything.”
“Let’s be clear, then.” She glared at him with those gorgeous eyes, and he wanted to kiss her so, so badly. For a moment there, on the couch, he thought she’d melt a little, let him hold her like he used to, let him back into her life, he
