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Jordan entered the store. “Ramon
Travere,” he said by introduction, taking her hand and locking his gaze with
hers with an obvious flirtatious up-and-down once-over. Ramon was striking and
hot. A few years younger than she with long blond hair that fell past his
shoulders. He wore leather pants and boots and a black T-shirt with a bright-yellow
smiley face with the addition of devil’s horns and tail attached. Have a
nice eternity was inscribed below.
    If Garrick was the mysterious and muscular predator, Ramon
was the sleek and wild rock star.
    “Wow, you weren’t kidding, Garrick,” Jordan exclaimed. “What
a mess. Any idea who did it?”
    Garrick shot Jordan a glance and her eyes widened. “Doesn’t
matter. We’ll get everything ready for you, Larissa. Thank you for hiring me.
Garrick said you needed the help.”
    Garrick’s expression revealed no clue as to who really
arranged the employment. For a college student, Larissa expected Jordan to be
younger but she had to be in her late twenties. Her blonde hair was fashioned
in a perfect French braid. Her clothes were casual but obviously pricy designer
wear and usually far out of a college student’s budget. There was no
rich-girl-entitlement attitude, Larissa knew plenty of them in her college.
Jordan appeared to be a pleasant, smart and polite young woman. “You’re
welcome. I’m happy to have the help. I’ll start you with a few hours and when
business picks up, we can add more. How does that sound?”
    “Works for me,” Jordan said. “Tell me where you want me to
start.”
    While Larissa, Jordan and Garrick put the merchandise back
in order, refolded and reorganized the displays, Ramon fixed the lock on the
front door. The shock and fear of having her new store vandalized eased—the
presence of the two men and even Jordan cast an aura of positive energy.
Everything would work out well for her first day. The business would thrive.
    “Finished,” Ramon announced. “You have a new Schlage
deadbolt lock. If anyone tries getting in now, they’ll have to take down the
door and frame with it. Want me to add strobe lights and security cameras,
Larissa? I can rig some kind of metallic net to drop down and zap them.”
    Larissa laughed. “No, the new locks are fine. Thanks. Send
me the bill.”
    He shook his head. “Garrick will take care of that.”
    “That’s not necessary.”
    He ignored her. “What next?” He marched into the shop.
Jordan and Garrick were neatly folding panties on a display table. Larissa
couldn’t help smiling at the hunky Garrick folding delicate lace thongs.
    “Almost done,” Jordan said. “These are gorgeous. I think I
need a pair in each color.”
    “I know. Aren’t they great?” Larissa agreed. “I can finish
up in the morning. I appreciate all your help.”
    “You’re welcome,” Jordan said. “I’ll come early tomorrow.
Nothing was stolen in your apartment?”
    “No, my laptop and iPad were still there. And that’s the
only thing I own worth anything.”
    “What about your television, furniture?” Jordan asked.
    “I don’t have a TV and there’s not much furniture to steal.”
    Jordan’s eyes widened. “No TV? Are you kidding me? Oh we’ll
have to find you one. I know people.”
    Larissa gave a short laugh. “That’s okay. I don’t have time
to watch it anyway.” She didn’t know what Jordan meant by “I know people” and
didn’t want to find out.
    “It’s no trouble. I’ll see you in the morning,” Jordan said,
heading to the door. It was after midnight.
    Ramon walked up to her, took her hand in both of his and
locked his gaze with hers. “I left my card on your cash register. If you ever
need anything, just call.” His searing blue eyes had a mischievous glint and
his lips twitched ever so slightly. Larissa felt her stomach tingle as if she were
going down the big dip of a roller coaster with her eyes closed and didn’t know
if there was a bottom. Great, now she had the hots for two