51 Bronson

Nikki and I walk into the building, and I give a small wave to Gary, the doorman as he greets me a personal hello while eyeing Nikki up and down. I give him a look of warning at which I receive a courteous nod and follow Nikki to the elevator breathing in a fresh breath of air once we get back into my penthouse.

“Sir, I’ll go through the entire floor and report back here.” I nod my head at Rand and watch as Nikki snickers at his authoritative action. Rand’s job is to keep me safe and with that comes the occasional checking of the entire floor before I can even rest my head.

“He’s particular.” She mutters, but I hear her it all the same.

“You could say that.”

“So, where did you find him, Afghanistan?” A chuckle leaves my body because even I don’t exactly know where Rand comes from.