Marcus's POV
The first twenty-four hours were torture.
Marcus stood in the hallway outside Grace's room and tried not to think about how close she was. How he could knock on that door right now and she would open it. How everything he wanted was separated from him by a single piece of wood and approximately fifty people who were watching to see if he would break protocol.
This was brilliant strategy on Vincent's part. Assign Marcus to protect Grace. Give them a legitimate reason to spend time together. And then watch to see if Marcus would let his feelings compromise his judgment.
Grace emerged at 8 AM dressed for a family dinner. She looked beautiful in a way that made it hard for Marcus to maintain professional distance. She looked at him and her expression didn't change but he saw the shift in her eyes.
She understood the assignment too.
"Your schedule is clear until the dinner," Marcus said formally. "I recommend security protocols."
"What kind of protocols?" Grace asked.
