me your phone,” Trent directs,
sticking his hand out farther.
Hesitantly, Teagan picks it up and hands it to him. “What are you going
to say to him?” She’s unsure about this, but if it gets her ex to go away,
she’ll try anything.
“Describe the law to him,” Trent replies, taking the phone. “What’s his
name?”
“Justin.”
“The only Justin in here?” Trent inquires. Teagan nods. “What’s his last
name?”
Quietly, Teagan says, “Kimble.”
Trent presses her phone and holds it up to his ear. There is a pause and then
he says, “No, this is not your sweetheart. My name is Trent Grayson, I am Miss
Murphy’s personal security. I wanted to talk to you. Has Miss Murphy expressed
her feelings that she does not want you to contact her?” There is a break as
Trent listens. “Yes, well she is expressing herself now. You need to stop
contacting her. What? I don’t care if you want to talk to her. She is
saying no, so any contact after this point will be viewed as harassment. If you
don’t stop, there could be legal action.” Trent raises an eyebrow. “You don’t
believe I am her personal security. Well, Google me. My name is Trent Grayson.
I am the president of TPS. We are a security service.” Teagan has to
laugh because she finds this hilarious. Trent smirks at her and then says, “Mr.
Kimble, I am warning you, leave her alone. You don’t want me on your front
step. Got it? All right, have a nice day.”
When Trent hangs up the phone, Teagan claps and exclaims, “YEAH!”
“If he contacts you again, let me know, and I will take care of it,”
Trent states, sliding her phone over to her. “Don’t respond to him.”
“I won’t, trust me,” Teagan retorts. “You just keep on protecting me.”
He folds his hands in front of him. “It’s my job. It’s what I do.”
“Awww, and I thought I was something special,” Teagan pouts. Trent rolls
his eyes at her. “Don’t roll your eyes, it’s rude,” Teagan snaps playfully.
“Oh, what are you the manners police?” Trent quips back.
“Yes,” Teagan declares dramatically. “You don’t want to see my bad side.”
Chuckling, Trent inquires, “And what is your bad side?”
“I get demonic, and my head spins around,” Teagan says, with a grin.
There is a pause, and then Trent replies, “So, you are like every other
girl?” Teagan’s jaw drops, and Trent bursts out laughing. “Told you I had a
smart mouth.”
“I see that,” Teagan snorts.
“You mean you hear that,” Trent laughs some more. “You can’t see my
words.”
Teagan’s smile goes away. “Wow, you have a smart mouth and are a
jerk.”
Trent puts his hands up. “I’m sorry.” Teagan glares at him. He thrusts
his hands out. “I said sorry!”
She bursts out into giggles and yells, “Got ya!”
“Now who’s the jerk?” Trent snips with a grin.
Pointing to herself, Teagan answers, “Oh yeah, that would be me.” They
laugh and stare at each other. Teagan exhales happily and says, “You’re fun.”
Trent’s smile falters. “I don’t hear that a lot.”
“Why?” Teagan asks. “You’re a riot.”
He gives her a thoughtful look. “I have to be professional all day, every
day. That overflows into every part of my life, except when I am with my family.”
“You should show this side of yourself more often,” Teagan suggests.
“It’s awesome.”
“I don’t really open up to people,” Trent murmurs, looking down.
“Well, I think you’re funny,” Teagan declares. “So, put that in your pipe
and smoke it.”
The corner of Trent’s mouth turns up. “I have never smoked.”
“I did for a short bit in high school. I thought it made me cool,” Teagan
sighs. “Just trying to fit in.”
“What were you like in high school?” Trent asks.
“You really want to know?” Teagan inquires. Trent nods. She exhales and
says, “Are you ready for this?” With a quizzical look, Trent nods again.
Grimacing, Teagan says,
sticking his hand out farther.
Hesitantly, Teagan picks it up and hands it to him. “What are you going
to say to him?” She’s unsure about this, but if it gets her ex to go away,
she’ll try anything.
“Describe the law to him,” Trent replies, taking the phone. “What’s his
name?”
“Justin.”
“The only Justin in here?” Trent inquires. Teagan nods. “What’s his last
name?”
Quietly, Teagan says, “Kimble.”
Trent presses her phone and holds it up to his ear. There is a pause and then
he says, “No, this is not your sweetheart. My name is Trent Grayson, I am Miss
Murphy’s personal security. I wanted to talk to you. Has Miss Murphy expressed
her feelings that she does not want you to contact her?” There is a break as
Trent listens. “Yes, well she is expressing herself now. You need to stop
contacting her. What? I don’t care if you want to talk to her. She is
saying no, so any contact after this point will be viewed as harassment. If you
don’t stop, there could be legal action.” Trent raises an eyebrow. “You don’t
believe I am her personal security. Well, Google me. My name is Trent Grayson.
I am the president of TPS. We are a security service.” Teagan has to
laugh because she finds this hilarious. Trent smirks at her and then says, “Mr.
Kimble, I am warning you, leave her alone. You don’t want me on your front
step. Got it? All right, have a nice day.”
When Trent hangs up the phone, Teagan claps and exclaims, “YEAH!”
“If he contacts you again, let me know, and I will take care of it,”
Trent states, sliding her phone over to her. “Don’t respond to him.”
“I won’t, trust me,” Teagan retorts. “You just keep on protecting me.”
He folds his hands in front of him. “It’s my job. It’s what I do.”
“Awww, and I thought I was something special,” Teagan pouts. Trent rolls
his eyes at her. “Don’t roll your eyes, it’s rude,” Teagan snaps playfully.
“Oh, what are you the manners police?” Trent quips back.
“Yes,” Teagan declares dramatically. “You don’t want to see my bad side.”
Chuckling, Trent inquires, “And what is your bad side?”
“I get demonic, and my head spins around,” Teagan says, with a grin.
There is a pause, and then Trent replies, “So, you are like every other
girl?” Teagan’s jaw drops, and Trent bursts out laughing. “Told you I had a
smart mouth.”
“I see that,” Teagan snorts.
“You mean you hear that,” Trent laughs some more. “You can’t see my
words.”
Teagan’s smile goes away. “Wow, you have a smart mouth and are a
jerk.”
Trent puts his hands up. “I’m sorry.” Teagan glares at him. He thrusts
his hands out. “I said sorry!”
She bursts out into giggles and yells, “Got ya!”
“Now who’s the jerk?” Trent snips with a grin.
Pointing to herself, Teagan answers, “Oh yeah, that would be me.” They
laugh and stare at each other. Teagan exhales happily and says, “You’re fun.”
Trent’s smile falters. “I don’t hear that a lot.”
“Why?” Teagan asks. “You’re a riot.”
He gives her a thoughtful look. “I have to be professional all day, every
day. That overflows into every part of my life, except when I am with my family.”
“You should show this side of yourself more often,” Teagan suggests.
“It’s awesome.”
“I don’t really open up to people,” Trent murmurs, looking down.
“Well, I think you’re funny,” Teagan declares. “So, put that in your pipe
and smoke it.”
The corner of Trent’s mouth turns up. “I have never smoked.”
“I did for a short bit in high school. I thought it made me cool,” Teagan
sighs. “Just trying to fit in.”
“What were you like in high school?” Trent asks.
“You really want to know?” Teagan inquires. Trent nods. She exhales and
says, “Are you ready for this?” With a quizzical look, Trent nods again.
Grimacing, Teagan says,
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