SILAS’S POV
“Welcome Boss,” Pete said as I stepped out of the cab as quickly as possible.
He was a bald huge man who looked a lot terrifying when he had dark glasses on but looked damned adorable as a f*****g rabbit with his glasses off.
Those were my sister’s words.
Definitely not mine.
I was never and would never be into men.
And if I was, I would never use the word adorable for my three hundred pound bodyguard.
Not unless I had a f*****g death wish.
I tipped my head at his silence and waltzed past him into the airport. I had no time to spare--my mother had a f*****g heart attack while I was all the way in another continent. I was so damned antsy to think about anything else.
As we weaved through the teeming crowd at the airport, I tossed a glance at one of their shiny surfaces
