Chapter 16 Carter
Carter
Two days later, Faron handed me an assignment that tasted like punishment.
“Private detail,” he said, sliding the file across the table. “High-value witness. Needs round-the-clock protection until trial.”
I flipped the folder open, scanning the details. Wealthy, entitled, pain in the ass by the looks of it. I glanced up. “Babysitting?”
“Guarding,” Faron corrected. “Think of it as a test of patience. Two weeks, maybe three. Then you’re back in rotation.”
Patience wasn’t my strong suit. Not when my head was full of Harper—her laugh in my sheets, the way she looked at me like I was worth more than my scars. Every instinct screamed to stay close, to keep her in my sight.
But orders were orders. And Harper wasn’t mine to guard.
Not officially.
I clenched my jaw, snapped the file shut. “Fine. I’ll take it.”
Faron’s gaze sharpened. “Robinson—don’t get distracted.”
Too late.