Her Shield (The Uncut Series Book 1) by D. Camille Read Free Book Online Page A

and I love you so much Trent Harris.”
    He touched her face. “Nothing will ever come between us.”
    Callie smiled through her tears and agreed. “Nothing.”
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      Isis walked into the kitchen that morning and found breakfast on the stove but no sign of the man who had made it. She walked to the door leading to the deck and saw him in the midst of doing push-ups. He wore nothing but long shorts and socks. Isis stared as his arm muscles flexed with each rep. He continued at a rapid pace only pausing when his phone rang.
    Isis watched as he glanced at the screen then smiled.
      “Hey gorgeous,” he answered.
    She heard him laugh at what the response had been before he paused.
      “Yeah, uh...I don't think I'm going to be able to make it,” he said into the phone. “I know I promised but something has come up.”
    Isis lifted a brow.
      “I'm sorry sweetheart. You know I would do anything for you, but I'm on an assignment.”
    Isis folded her arms and waited.
      “Remember I told you about her yesterday?” he asked and Isis frowned. “It's not like that. She's a...friend.”
      Isis turned and walked back into the kitchen retrieving her food. She sat at the table with steam rising from her ears. Marcus Graham was an ass, plain and simple. Last night they'd had dinner and he'd been almost sweet and charming towards her. He'd walked her to her door and stood staring down at her as they'd said goodnight, he'd stroked her cheek and said 'goodnight Princess', before waiting for her to go inside the room.
      Isis stabbed at her breakfast. She didn't know what kind of game he was playing but she no longer wanted to participate. He could go be with his woman on the phone. She didn't need him here with her anyway. Another agent would do just fine.
    She looked up as he joined her at the table interrupting her thoughts.
      “Good morning Isis. I hope I didn't wake you,” he said looking across the table at her.
    Isis looked away. “No, you didn't,” she said frostily.
    He nodded. “I guess I'm Agent Graham again.”
    She stared at her plate. “I don't know who you are.”
    They sat in silence as Isis began eating her food. “By the way, thank you for the breakfast.”
      “I took note of the things you're allergic to,” he told her.
    She glanced up at him. “Thank you.”
      Marc watched her while she ate noting how she used her utensils. She was extremely proper in her eating and demeanor.
      “I have a prior engagement that I committed to today before I knew we would be here. I'd like you to come somewhere with me,” he said holding her gaze.
      “Where?” Isis asked remembering the phone conversation she had overheard.
      “A party,” he answered.
    She sat her fork down. “You want me to go to a party with you?”
      “Yes, it's important,” he told her. “I'll still be protecting you. I won't let you out of my sight, I promise.”
      Isis knew she should say no, but she wanted to see this woman who had Marc so obviously wrapped around her finger.
      “What should I wear?” she asked.
      “It's a dressy affair.”
    She stared at him for a moment. A dressy affair huh? Interesting.
      “Sure, I have plenty of dresses here.”
    He nodded. “Thank you Isis. If I could have gotten out of it, I would have.”
      “No worries Marcus. I owe you for saving my life.”
      “You don't owe me anything. I would always save you,” he said getting to his feet. “We'll leave around noon.”
      Isis watched as he walked back to the outdoor deck. “I wish you would have saved me from you, Marcus Graham,” she said as she cleared her dishes away.
      At noon Marc emerged from his room in an expertly tailor designer suit ensemble with his Patek Philippe watch and Italian shoes. His signature sunglasses were in place and Isis watched from the sofa as he checked his weapon then placed it on his hip.
    He looked over at her. “Ready?”
      She stood and his eyes raked over her behind