else,” she responded, being purposely vague. Nate was a good part of her life and she didn’t want to involve him in her sad past. Jennie opened her door to climb out. Nate was quick to meet her at her car door and walk her the short distance to her house.
They didn’t stand on the porch for long. Nate could tell Jennie still felt weak by the way she leaned on the rail for support.
“Good night,” she said as she opened the door and slipped inside, leaving him standing in the balmy night air.
Nate sat in his car for a long time, thinking about his night. He also knew Celeste would know every sordid detail of the night’s events. He didn’t know how, but she always knew. By the time he pulled away from Jennie’s house, he’d resigned himself to the fact that he had broken the one rule he knew mattered. He didn’t understand why he’d been told not to touch her in the first place, but that didn’t matter either. In his business as a protector, you follow orders; for the good of your protectee, you just do what you’re told.
He would have to face Celeste eventually. He’d rather get it over with. He pulled out his phone and sent a text. He could expect a knock at his door tonight. As he pulled away from the curb he took one last look at Jennie’s house, assuming it would be the last time he would see her. His heart ached. It was time to go home and face his failure.
Chapter 8
Nate wasn’t surprised to see Celeste sitting outside his door waiting for him. She looked nervous, which made Nate feel even more uncomfortable than he already was.
“Hi,” he said, his voice listless and defeated.
“Big night, huh,” Celeste said.
“You know what kind of night I’ve had,” Nate snipped, and then immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, Celeste. I shouldn’t take out my frustration on you.”
Nate opened the door, and Celeste followed him in. “That was really stupid,” she said.
Nate turned to face what was coming next. He might be inadequate in many things, but he was no coward.
“I know,” he responded.
“I had to promise the boss on my solemn word that you would not screw up again,” she said, her eyes boring down on him as he spoke.
Nate wondered if he’d heard her correctly. “The boss called you in?”
“No,” Celeste stated, “I went to him to ask if you could stay, if he would give you another chance.”
Nate was stunned. No one approached the boss. You were lucky if he called you in; otherwise, you just did what you were told by the supervisor above you. What could’ve possessed Celeste to take that risk?
Nate felt his knees begin to buckle beneath him. “Why, Celeste? Why would you stick your neck out like that for me?”
Celeste looked down and spoke quietly, almost shyly, which was something Nate had never seen before. “Because this is your job and it requires a level of passion that only you bring to the responsibility.” Then Celeste paused for just a moment and moved close enough to Nate that he could see tiny flecks of gold in her otherwise light brown eyes. Nate could almost see her debating her next words, wrestling with her own feelings.
Finally she spoke, “You see, Nate, I stood up for you because it was that passion that saved Jennie’s life tonight and in the end will save her life again.”
Nate slumped in the ratty yellow chair that happened to be near him. It was all so much to take in. Never in a million years would he have imagined Celeste fighting for him. He was overcome with gratitude. He stood and threw arms around Celeste’s broad shoulders for just a moment, forgetting that she normally terrified him.
“I will make you proud,” he vowed as he continued to hug her.
Celeste did not return his embrace but she did not reject him, which was enough. After Nate pulled back, Celeste cleared her throat uncomfortably and smoothed down her bushy silver hair. Nate was smiling now; he couldn’t help it. Seeing Celeste even a tiny bit uncomfortable