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me.”
    “Aren’t you hungry?” she asked.
    His gaze swept over the table, but he didn’t say a word.
    “Please come join me,” she urged.
    A moment of pause followed, and she thought he would decline, but then there was a slight shift in his demeanor before he came to take a seat across from her.
    As it had been doing most of the day, Keira’s stomach grumbled. She pushed her coyness aside, pulled the salad plate closer, and poured on a good helping of Italian dressing. The first bite roused her taste buds and she was more than halfway done with the hearty chef salad before she realized that Aiden hadn’t even touched his fork. He was eyeing her, with a bit of amusement marking his face.
    Her cheeks heated, and she dabbed at the corners of her mouth with the napkin. “I’m so embarrassed. I was just very hungry. I’m sorry.”
    He smiled. “No need for apology.”
    “You don’t like the salad?” she asked. “I can have them bring something different.”
    “The salad is fine.” He scooped up a hefty portion and began to eat.
    His jaws moved slowly and meticulously, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to examine him as he’d been doing with her since he’d arrived. With only a few feet separating them across the round table, there was no way she could hide her observation. As he bowed his head slightly to devour the rest of the salad, heavy eyebrows framed his face, thick eyelashes hooded his eyes giving him a mysterious guise.  His facial features were prominent, the jawline strong and refined. The hint of stubble along his face gave him an edgier look. His dark brown hair was cut short and neat as though he’d only just left the barber.
    S he wondered just how much danger he encountered on a daily basis. Her contact had ensured her that they had hired one of the best, but had they told him about the events surrounding the reason for her request? The manner in which Jamison died? The threats on her life? The recent break-in? Was he prepared for her troubles?
    “How long have you been a bodyguard?”
    “Fifteen years,” he said.
    “Impressive. What made you choose that profession?”
    “I had an uncle who was in this line of work. He taught me everything he knew.”
    They both cut into their salmon, taking a few bites. Aiden seemed pleased with the food. Keira couldn’t remember the last time she had a guest or had invited anyone to dinner after the tragedy. The neighbors that came over in the past when Jamison had the urge to entertain were still rattled by his murder. Some of them even shunned her reminding her that the community had once been a safe place to live before that night.
    “It’s a dangerous job, isn’t it? ” Keira asked. “What do your parents think about your work?”
    He nodded. “My life has been threatened hundreds of times. I don’t take these threats lightly, but I have gotten used to them. As for my parents, they have ac cepted my choice, but not happily.”
    “Then you and I have something in common, but at least you pursued your dreams,” she said.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I worked as a seamstress in the hopes of later becoming a fashion designer and opening up my own dress shop. My mom is a nurse and my father is a doctor. They wanted me to pursue medicine and join their practice.”
    “I reviewed your files,” he said, following her lead and cutting into the second half of his salmon. “Unless there was a mistake, it says that you don’t work outside of the home.”
    “ There is no mistake. When I married Jamison, I sort of agreed to work close to home, if not within it. He ran most of his business out of this estate as well, so the request didn’t seem that unusual at the time.”
    “You were only twenty three years old when you married Mr. Ellis. There’s quite a gap in age between the two of you.”
    Keira placed her hands in her lap, not feeling hungry anymore. “Jamison and my father were very good friends prior to me meeting him. Our household