Kimberly closed the top latch over the door and took a step back to look at it. She heard Asher's door close.
You aren’t in any danger, she thought. Don’t let his overprotectiveness worry you.
But even as she gave herself the advice, she couldn’t help but feel an influx of nerves tighten her stomach.
“This is why I didn’t want a bodyguard,” she muttered, rubbing her stomach. “Now I think I have problems I don’t really have. And another one that I might have” She thought about that night in his SUV once again. What was she going to do if she was pregnant? She didn't even know.
Trying to forget about the man next door wasn’t as easy as she’d hoped. Talking about his past, including his job, had softened her otherwise harsh opinion of the man. He wasn’t some faceless hunk of meat sent to stalk her in hopes of keeping a potentially imaginary predator at bay. He was a man who loved helping people. And she was beginning to really like him, which still wasn't a good idea.