Templum Bellonae

Fraser does bodyguard duty for a Russian ballerina. Ray does bodyguard duty for Fraser.

“The opera’s fine, Ray,” Fraser said tightly. “The problem is Ms. Kassilov. Her interest in me appears to transcend even the broadest notion of ’security’. Or perhaps we’re simply not defining ‘bodyguard’ in the same way. There may, I suppose, have been a translation error–”

Translation error? It took him a second and then he got it. “Fraser–are you saying she’s hitting on you?”

“Hitting on me?” Fraser sounded desperate now. “Ray, she’s beating me to death.

I love the section titles in this story, too–the way the scenes move from Chicago to Canada to Russia.

The Bodyguard by Speranza