Everything He Risks

Everything He Risks

(Bookkeeper for the Billionaire #4)

by Thalia Frost

Copyright: 2012

Editor: Em Petrova

Cover Artist: Sexybookcovers.com

“
I'm
fine.
Quit
worrying.
”
Rock
Weldon
waved
a
hand
at
me
feebly,
the
look
in
his
eyes
fierce.

“
You
just
got
shot.
Of
course
I'm
worried.
”

He
grimaced.
“
I
know.
I
guess
I'll
have
to
actually
use
bodyguards
now.
I'm
not
a
fan
of
that.
”

I
perched
in
a
chair
near
the
bed,
afraid
to
go
closer.
It
wouldn't
do
to
have
someone
walk
in
on
me
half
on
top
of
my
billionaire
boss
—
even
if
we'd
already
spent
a
lot
of
our
time
alone
that
way.

“
Fan
or
not,
yeah.
Can
we
just
go
back
to
California
where
bullets
aren't
flying,
at
least
not
that
I
know
of?
”
I
glanced
nervously
toward
the
door,
half
expecting
an
assassin
to
walk
through
it
any
minute.

“
Hell,
no.
Too
much
to
do,
and
this
is
the
place
to
do
it.
”
Rock
ground
the
words
out
and
flinched.

“
Are
you
in
tons
of
pain?
”
I
gripped
the
edge
of
the
chair,
wishing
I
could
kiss
him,
smooth
the
sweaty
hair
back
from
his
forehead.

“
Not
really.
The
drugs
are
helping
with
that.
It's
just
when
I
move
my
arm.
”
He
sighed.
“
I
think
I'll
be
out
of
here
in
the
morning,
though.
I
hope
to
God,
anyway.
And
then
we're
on
with
the
original
plan.
”

The
man
is
out
of
his
mind.
Nothing
seems
to
stop
him,
not
even
bullets.

“
Okay,
if
you
say
so,
boss.
”
I
winked,
still
so
relieved
that
he
was
okay.
I'd
spent
an
hour
in
terror.
His
face
had
been
so
white
when
he'd
passed
out
on
the
way
to
the
hospital.

“
We
will
be.
I
mean
it.
”

A
knock
sounded
on
the
door,
and
I
flinched.

“
It's
okay,
Lacey.
There's
a
guard
out
there,
you
know.
It's
probably
just
the
doctor
coming
to
give
me
the
final
verdict
for
the
night.
”
Rock
smiled
at
me,
and
the
expression
went
all
the
way
to
my
toes.

“
I
know.
”
I
glanced
at
my
watch.
Exhaustion
made
my
shoulders
feel
heavy.
Between
jetlag
and
the
man
I
wanted
more
than
anything
in
the
world
being
shot,
I
was
reeling.

“
Nothing
is
going
to
happen
to
you.
I
swear
it.
When
he's
done,
I
want
you
to
go
back
to
the
villa
and
rest.
”
Rock's
voice
was
laced
with
steel,
as
I'd
heard
it
so
many
times
before.
“
Come
in.
”

The
doctor
obliged.
“
Mr.
Weldon
.
”

“
Yes.
”

“
I'm
Dr.
Vittorini.
You've
had
a
close
call
and
lost
a
lot
of
blood.
We
want
to
keep
you
here
overnight,
but
if
all
looks
well,
we'll
let
you
out
some
time
tomorrow.
”

“
Good.
I
have
things
to
do.
”
Rock
didn't
smile.

“
I
understand,
but
your
healing
is
my
primary
concern.
The
bullet
went
a
bit
deeper
than
a
graze
into
your
shoulder.
It's
out,
but
you
did
lose
a
lot
of
blood,
and
you
need
to
be
monitored.
I
also
don't
want
you
to
overdo
it
once
you
get
out
of
the
hospital.
”
The
doctor
frowned.

“
I
won't.
”
Rock
gave
him
a
tight
smile.

“
I'm
glad
to
hear
it.
The
police
are
here
to
speak
with
you
now.
”
The
doctor
turned
and
left
the
room
without
another
word.

“
Great.
Just
what
I
wanted
to
do...talk
to
the
polizia
tonight.
”
Rock
sighed
and
closed
his
eyes.

“
I
can
try
to
run
them
off.
”

He
shook
his
head.
“
No,
best
to
get
it
over
with.
”

Curiosity
rose
inside
of
me.
What
is
he
going
to
tell
them?
Does
he
want
them
to
know
what's
going
on?

My
stomach
roiled
with
nervousness.

“
I
hate
to
say
it,
Lacey,
but
you
need
to
go.
They
won't
like
me
talking
with
you
here.
”