Bodyguard Book Boyfriend (Book Boyfriend Dating Agency)

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

GRANT

“ W e’re clear stage left. Proceeding backstage for a sweep,” I say into the almost invisible earpiece.

“Copy, Grant. Clear on the right,” the response is immediate.

I nod my head with pride. I’ve put together a spectacular team. I’m the personal bodyguard for Honey Black, who is one of the largest entertainers in the world. We’ve been on tour for six months and the crowd grows with every new city. Dallas, which is Honey’s hometown, is our last stop before she goes back into the studio to record another album.

The great thing about working for Honey, besides the seven figures, is that I’m usually busy. But when she’s recording, I have some time for myself. In the past, I would find myself a gorgeous woman or two… or three and party my life away.

But lately, I need more than that. I want someone who will understand my lifestyle and will be there when I come off the road. I want someone who is as loyal as I am. A woman who is sweet, kind, and fucking passionate about something. But I’ve been too busy working to take the time to find a woman like that. Hell, I’m too busy to find any woman.

I didn’t want to spend any more time alone, wishing that I had someone, so when Honey introduced me to a friend of hers who ran an exclusive dating agency, I signed up.

It was hard for my friends to believe that I needed help finding a date. But even a handsome guy like me needs a little help every now and then.

“Are y’all ready for this ride?” Honey’s sultry Texas accent echoes loudly over the screaming crowd, and I know that’s my cue to head to the side of the stage.

I see Parker, one of my team, making his way to the front of the stage. I nod when he signals an all-clear. I continue to carefully watch all of the surroundings before making my way to the changing area below the stage that Honey will be lowered into.

When I get there, I see something strange—a box that shouldn’t be there. I touch my earpiece and ask my team about the black box. It’s in our protocols that when something is out of place, we ask the team before we make a move because someone may know something that I don’t.

“There wasn’t a box when I checked,” Rick’s voice comes over the earpiece.

All of my guys check-in, and I hate to do this, but there’s no way I’m letting Honey get hurt or worse because I didn’t want to be thorough.

“Code red. Honey to the pot.”

My team flies into action. We’ve done this drill a million times, but we’ve never had a live threat at a show before. I refuse to take any chances with anyone getting hurt, especially Honey.

The protocols I implemented worked as I expected. As the music and lights fade, the crowd was none the wiser.

It was like an intermission, except the audience was told they had to exit because the pyrotechnics were malfunctioning, and we didn’t want anyone to get hurt. There was grumbling and complaints, but everyone was evacuated safely.

I inspect the box, and there’s a device inside that is definitely some sort of homemade bomb. With my combat experience, it’s easily identifiable. I’m glad I alerted the team, and this isn’t some false alarm.

“Grant, the squad is here, and Honey is secure.”

“Good, clear out. I’ll be here until the team tells me otherwise.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, the local bomb squad shows up and clears me out of the way. They managed to secure the device without it detonating, and I alerted the team.

Honey’s PR machine will work their magic so she doesn’t receive any backlash for canceling in the middle of the show. But in the age of social media, it’s bound to be a clusterfuck.

However, I’m just glad my training kicked in, and I was able to protect an arena full of people. I hate to think what would’ve happened if we weren’t as diligent. I would like to say that I can breathe a sigh of relief, but I can’t.

I won’t be able to sleep until I find out who in the hell tried to kill thousands of people just trying to enjoy a concert. I will never ask why. I know the reason… people are fucking insane. There’s no reason to lose sleep over anyone’s why. People do shit because they’re crazy as hell and refuse to take responsibility for themselves. But I will sleep easier when we find out who did this.

Until we figure out the culprit, we won’t be rescheduling the concert. I won’t give any maniac a second chance to get their terrorism right.

Yeah, that would be a huge fuck no!

“Grant, I can’t thank you enough for what you did tonight,” Honey’s sweet voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

“It’s what you pay me for, Honey.”

“Yeah, but it’s more than just a job to you. I don’t have to remind you that you’re a part of my family, Grant. You’re not just my bodyguard, and you saved not just my life but the life of everyone in that arena tonight. I can’t thank you enough.”

I blush because getting praise for shit like that isn’t something I’m used to, but I know Honey is sincere because she isn’t just my boss; she is like a little sister to me. We’ve been in each other’s life since we were kids. Her brother is my best friend, and although he’s the less famous sibling, Josh has done pretty well for himself as an Air Force General. But he’d kick my ass if I’d let anything happen to Honey.

“Yeah, well, you’re welcome. But don’t thank me just yet because we’re not rescheduling until the asshole who did this is caught.”

“Yeah, I know.” Honey’s face is tight with worry. “But, while we wait, I’m gonna start recording, so at least you’ll have some time for yourself. Or maybe a date—”

I roll my eyes before responding, “I swear, kid, you’re worse than my mama trying to get me married off.”

Honey laughs, and I’m glad that the worry is erased from her face, even if it still lingers in the air. I won’t think about dating until this whole thing is finished. Then maybe I’ll find someone through the dating service I signed up for.