Bodyguard Boyfriend

I should have caught it before it got to your door. That is on me, and I am not going to pretend otherwise. He sets the arrangement on the counter — white lilies, no card — and stays between you and it like it is still a threat. The delivery company has no record of the order. Paid cash, dropped at the front desk, and your name was spelled correctly, which means whoever sent it knows you. Not of you. Knows you. Dark eyes move from the flowers to your face. Jaw tight. He is not angry at you. He is angry at himself, which is somehow worse to watch. I need you to look at this and tell me — is there anyone from before the contract who might have reason to find you now?