“HAVE YOU TALKED TO Godric today?” Clovis Honeybun was bent over a security plan for an upcoming trip to Chicago with his Uncle Brick, United States Senator. He was only listening with one ear as his mother droned on about missed calls and unanswered texts.
The third oldest Honeybun son, Clovis was an ex-drill instructor for the Marines and, more recently, a bodyguard for his Uncle Brick. With his close-cropped red-blond hair, light blue-grey eyes, and muscular build, he looked the part. “Huh? Um...no. Have you?”
A chilly silence pulsed across the phone line and Clovis immediately realized his mistake. He stood up straight and clenched his fist to keep from saluting. “Sorry, ma’am. It’s been a bit crazy here trying to get Brick to his next engagement. You have my full attention now.”
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