A rare and tender moment for the troubled Ann Lockwood:
Peter pulled the Mercedes onto the tarmac, next to the Phenom jet. He quickly got out and opened her door, allowing Ann and Michael to slide out. As Michael climbed the steps into the plane, she took a minute to talk to Peter.
“Goodbye Ann, you and Michael be safe. I’m not sure what this is all about, but I have a bad feeling that you are in some sort of danger. I never should have allowed you to talk me out of accompanying you,” a worried look spread across his face.
She studied Peter’s face for a moment before answering. His face was ruggedly handsome, with short, black hair, laced with strings of gray, and a two inch, light-colored, thin scar running from his left ear towards the middle of his face. The two day stubble he always wore could not cover it up. He was an ex British Special Forces officer, recommended to her by her late friend, Detective Cookston. He was loyal, professional and in another lifetime, Ann could easily fall for the ex-soldier. She shook those thoughts from her mind as if they had no business being in her head in the first place.
“Thank you, Peter. There is nothing for you to be worried about, we will be fine. I will call you after the concert, when we are on our way to the airport, so you can meet us here. We will talk soon,” Ann reassured him with a smile and a slight squeeze of his forearm before she turned and headed up the stairs and into the plane.
His eyes followed Ann until she was safely on the plane and the cabin door was pulled closed and latched. Only then did he turn back towards the car and then drove back home to the Lockwood estate in downtown London, just minutes away.
While he was driving the short distance home, he thought of Ann and how much he respected her. The woman had been through so much tragedy, a normal person would have crumbled many times over, but not her. She was one of the bravest and fearless women he had ever known. She handled the crushing media with class and patience, and the demands of Michael’s musical career like a seasoned pro. He wondered if she ever thought about the possibility of another relationship, if her heart could ever be open to romance again. What was he thinking anyway? He was just the hired gun, paid to keep her and Michael safe. He could be a chaperone, assistant or whatever she needed, he would get it done. She is a very special woman and he would protect her with his life.
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