A Lover's Vow by Brenda Jackson

eyes, Bobby knew he wasn’t kidding, after all. “I wasn’t following you,” he stammered, barely able to get the words out. He hoped Roland and Stonewall had figured out what was going on. At twenty-four, he was too young to die, and from the look in Granger’s eyes, he was as good as dead.
    â€œI told you to let me handle this, Dalton,” the woman snapped.
    Not taking his eyes off Bobby, Granger snapped back, “I can take care of my own business.”
    â€œHa!” The woman gave a snorted laugh. “You didn’t even know you’d been followed until I told you.”
    Bobby watched Granger’s jaw tighten. Evidently, he hadn’t liked being reminded of that. “Whatever.” Dalton’s features hardened even more at Bobby. “Are you going to answer my question? Why were you following me?”
    Bobby knew he had to think fast. “I wasn’t following you. My name is Bobby, and I have a girlfriend who lives in one of these condos. I was just sitting here keeping a watch out for her.” He’d given his real first name just in case they asked to see his driver’s license.
    â€œThen you’re a stalker,” the woman accused, inching her gun closer to his forehead.
    â€œNo, I’m not a stalker. Just a concerned boyfriend.” He knew his story sounded as unbelievable as shit, but for the time being, he was sticking to it.
    â€œWhat’s her name?” Dalton threw the question out at him.
    Bobby frowned. “Whose name?”
    â€œYour girlfriend. I want to validate your story.”
    Bobby rolled his eyes as best he could with two Glocks pointed at him. “Come on, man. You think you know every person who lives around here?”
    The woman snorted. “If she’s a female, he probably knows her.”
    Bobby watched Dalton switch his gaze to glare over at the woman. “I told you I had this, Jules, so go home.”
    â€œLike hell I will.”
    Bobby drew in a deep breath. Were these the same two he’d seen kissing earlier? Evidently, they’d never made it to the bedroom.
    â€œI can put you in your car, you know,” Dalton snarled over at the woman he’d called Jules.
    She lifted her chin. “I’d like to see you try.”
    Bobby’s heart missed a beat. Were they actually standing here having a heated argument while holding guns on him? What if one of their fingers slipped and the gun accidentally fired? Shit. People would be reading about his dead ass in the papers tomorrow morning.
    â€œExcuse me.”
    Both Dalton and Jules stopped glaring at each other long enough to turn their attention back to him, snapping simultaneously, “What?”
    â€œIf you don’t believe me, then I suggest you call the police,” Bobby said, hoping they wouldn’t take his suggestion. “At the moment, I’d feel safer in their hands than yours.”
    â€œWe couldn’t care less how you feel,” Dalton snapped angrily. “If you have a girlfriend who lives around here, then give me a name or tell me why you were following me.”
    â€œI can answer that for you, Mr. Granger.”
    Dalton jerked around at the sound of the feminine voice to find a woman standing within ten feet of them with two big guys by her side. Where the hell had they come from? He quickly switched his aim from the man who’d claimed his name was Bobby to the trio, grateful Jules had taken stock of the situation, as well, and, like him, wasn’t taking any chances. She kept her gun aimed directly on Bobby while he kept his leveled on the three.
    â€œAnd just what can you tell me, Ms....?”
    â€œBoyett,” she said easily. “Carson Boyett.”
    Dalton frowned. Where had he heard that name before? He tossed the question around in his mind a few times, and then he remembered. It had come up during a conversation he’d had earlier that day with Jace and Caden. They had