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you're okay with everything."
    For her, everything encompassed a whole lot after this afternoon's lunch meeting with her father, then her mother's theatrical entrance into the dining room. "If you're asking about our situation, I'm one hundred percent fine with you being my bodyguard, and I'll try to make your job as easy as possible for you." Although she wasn't frightened by the threats her father had received, she did take his concern seriously and would never argue the point of him hiring a security agent for her until the election was over.
    "Don't worry about me," he said as he gave her a glimpse of one of those sexy, toe-curling smiles of his. "You do what you have to do and go about your life and business as usual, and you won't even know I'm around."
    Ignoring his existence for the next three weeks was going to be virtually impossible, she knew. Even if he was invisible, everything that made her inherently female would sense whenever he was near, would feel his eyes wandering over her. He'd be close enough at all times.
    Like now for instance, for her to inhale the warm, virile scent that was uniquely his—an arousing blend of heat, sex, and pure male temptation.
    Feeling hot and bothered, she shifted in her seat and addressed the other issue Ben had been privy to when her mother had joined them for lunch. "I'm really sorry that you had to witness all that family drama back at the house."
    "Hey, stuff happens." He shrugged casually as he eased the truck off an exit ramp just outside of the Chicago city limits. "I've learned to tune out conversations like that."
    She shook her head, finding that hard to believe. "I don't know how that's possible. I mean, you were right there, and it's not easy to tune someone like my mother out. Believe me, I've tried."
    He chuckled, the rich, warm sound sliding over her like a caress. "Okay, I'll give you that. Let's just say I hear more than I care to when it comes to my clients, but I don't judge or make assumptions. At least I try not to, anyway. It's not my place."
    Which said a lot about his own moral compass. There had been too many instances in her life where people had judged her, based on something as simple as her last name, where she lived, and what her father did for a living. It was a refreshing change to find someone who didn't give a damn about those things.
    "I'm glad to hear that you're not one to think the worst based on someone else's opinion, because what my mother had to say wasn't very flattering, or even very nice for that matter."
    A familiar frustration reared its ugly head, and she sighed in an attempt to keep all that bottled up resentment from spilling out of her right here and now. Instead, she kept her voice calm and steady as she said, "I'm truly beginning to wonder if my mother is ever going to forgive me for calling off my engagement to Jason only months before the wedding."
    Ben cast her a brief but incredulous look. "Are you kidding me? From what I've heard, the man is an ass and deserved what he had coming to him."
    She lifted a brow and teased blithely, "Isn't that a bit…judgmental?"
    "You and I are participating in a conversation, and in that case I'm entitled to express my opinion." His gaze scanned the area, then his rearview and side mirrors, an action he'd done routinely on the drive to his place. "I'm certain you saved yourself a boatload of future heartache by ending your relationship with him."
    She silently agreed. Surprisingly, there had been no regrets when she'd broken up with Jason, just an immense, profound relief that she hadn't ended up marrying a man she didn't love. She'd known the truth deep inside even as he'd slipped a huge diamond solitaire on her finger, but her own feelings had been eclipsed by the overwhelming pressure from her mother to accept Jason's proposal. And once the word yes had slipped from her lips, she'd been swept into a maelstrom of engagement parties, bridal showers, and wedding plans.
    She had Jason's