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more to his bodyguard than what she showed the world. No one could be as indifferent as she seemed to be, every day of their life. This had to be her professional persona, and he found himself wondering quite acutely what she was like around her closest friends. He’d give anything to see her smile or laugh. Maybe he should make that his goal for the day.
    Donovan continued to watch her. “Anything else you don’t know how to do?”
    She pulled her arm across her chest to stretch her triceps. “I don’t know how to fix cars. It’s on my to-do list.”
    â€œMe, neither, but I can’t say it’s on mine.”
    â€œNo, you probably hire people to do that kind of menial work.”
    Donovan grabbed onto his sneaker and lifted his foot for a thigh stretch. “Now, why do you say it like that? Like I’m a snob or something.”
    â€œI never said that.”
    â€œNo, but you implied it with your tone, and it’s not the first time.”
    She said nothing. She just continued to stretch.
    â€œYou’re not much of a talker, are you?”
    â€œLike I said, I try to be invisible.”
    â€œInvisible is one thing. Rude is another.”
    â€œI wasn’t being rude.”
    â€œYes, you were. I asked you a question, and you ignored me.”
    She glanced at him only briefly. “I didn’t ignore you. I just didn’t reply to what wasn’t a question in the first place. It was an observation on your part, and you’re entitled to your opinions.”
    Donovan stretched his hamstrings. “My opinions… God, I don’t even remember what I said now. Do you always have this effect on men?”
    Jocelyn ignored the last part of his question. She finished stretching and pressed the elevator button. “You said I implied you were a snob.”
    He snickered at her deadpan tone again, as he gazed down at her dainty profile. She was looking up at the lighted numbers over the elevator doors.
    â€œSo, did you?” he asked.
    â€œDid I what?”
    â€œImply that I was a snob? You can’t argue that that wasn’t a question.”
    The elevator dinged, the brass doors opened and Jocelyn stepped inside. She held him back from entering, looked up at the ceiling, then motioned for him to follow. “If I implied it, I apologize. It’s none of my business what kind of person you are.”
    Donovan pressed the lobby button. “So you don’t deny it. You think I’m a snob.”
    Her mouth curved up in a half smile as she shook her head at him. It was a cute smile. A little on the devilish side, but cute. He’d like to see another one. A looser one. The kind of smile she’d have right after sex.
    If she ever had sex. He imagined there’d be a few “walls of inhibition” that would have to come down first. Or be scaled.
    He would enjoy that—scaling her walls.
    â€œWhat does it matter what I think, Dr. Knight? I’m just your bodyguard.”
    â€œIt matters a great deal. We’re going to be in close quarters over the next little while, and call me vain, but I can’t stand the idea of a woman not liking me, especially when she doesn’t even know me. And why can’t you call me Donovan?”
    â€œBecause our relationship is a professional one, and keeping those lines firmly drawn is important in my line of work, especially when I’m required to inhabit people’s homes.”
    He nodded. “Ah, that makes sense. You could have said so last night, when the subject came up.”
    â€œI hadn’t decided whether or not I was going to take the job last night.”
    The elevator reached the bottom floor, and theycrossed the lobby and passed through the large revolving doors. Once out on the street, they began to jog alongside each other.
    â€œHow’d you get the scar on your left shoulder?” she asked, never taking her eyes off what was ahead of her.
    â€œYou