#Chapter 68: Bodyguards

I make my coffee stronger than usual the morning after my outing with Marcus and Liam, not because I drank too much the night before, but because I waited up half the night for Marcus to call and tell me that he was safely home. I knew I'd seen that man shadowing him all day, and I'm so glad that I decided to speak up. I'd almost convinced myself that I had half-imagined it, but Marcus's call confirmed that I was right. "You might've saved my life, Evelyn," he told me seriously. "I can't believe that neither Liam nor I picked up on it, and god knows how long he's been following me. I owe you a service." I had to laugh at that, despite the fear coiling in my stomach. "Marcus, we're dating," I had said. "I care about you – quite a lot, in fact. You don't owe me anything; I just want you to be safe. What do we do now?" "Well, we called Jack as soon as we got in," Marcus said. "And he suggested that I bring back my bodyguard full time. It's not my usual style, but I agree th