“Name recognition has its perks. Having an uncle who is also a popular president in the White House helps too.”
It was the first time he’d made any comment about how influential and well known his family was. “When we started exchanging letters, I assumed it was a coincidence your name was Brett Sherbrooke.”
“Really?” He sounded surprised by her admission.
She shrugged. “It’s not uncommon for people to share a name with someone famous. I had a classmate at Northeastern named Anderson Brady, and he was definitely not the actor.” She had been mildly disappointed when she finally met the man and learned he wasn’t the actor but rather a middle-aged man from Cambridge, Massachusetts.
“Yeah, but your brother knew who I was. Keith never said anything?”
“Nope. At least not to Kristen or me. I didn’t figure it out until you mentioned your cousin Trent’s wedding. I could accept you shared a name with someone in the Sherbrooke family. But having a cousin named Trent was too much of a coincidence.”
Brett frowned. Somehow even frowning he looked handsome. “Most people figure it out a lot sooner. It’s the one thing I’m not looking forward to now that I’m not on active duty.”
She’d spotted enough pictures of his cousins on various websites and magazine covers to know how much the media loved his family. People invading your privacy had to be annoying.
“Well, if you need a good bodyguard, I’m available,” she said, hoping to change his frown back into a smile. “My hand-to-hand combat skills are not quite as good as my forensic accounting skills, but I can hold my own in a fight. Dad and Keith made sure I could take care of myself.”
Her statement did the trick, and his frown vanished. “Having you around twenty-four seven is a tempting offer. But I’d rather have your attention on me, not on whatever media vulture might be lurking around.” He leaned across the space between them, his intent obvious.
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