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Chase’s driver, already had Risk’s bags out. One held clothes, the other weapons and gear.
    Artemis—who Risk suspected was more than just a driver—slapped Risk’s shoulder. “Good luck.” With a grin, he nodded to a large cargo van, which featured a bumper sticker that read WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOR THE EARTH TODAY? “I’ve seen them load in a llama, a horse, and two crates that contained creatures hissing like hellcats.” He grinned. “Then there’s the client.”
    A hellcat with two legs. Great.
    “Are you coming or not?” the hellcat asked as she opened the driver’s door to the van. She still held the kitten in one arm.
    “Yes, ma’am.” Risk grabbed up the bags, said goodbye to Artemis, and headedover. “Want me to drive?”
    “Nope.” She opened a storage area. “You can put your bags in here.” She gave him another once-over. “You look like a bodyguard.”
    “I am one, so I’m thinking that’s a good thing.”
    “No, it’s not. Can you look … normal? Casual, I mean?”
    Honestly, he was glad to get out of the button-down shirt and tie; they reminded him too much of that hearing. “Give me a sec.” He checked to make sure he was out of the line of sight of the mansion and whipped off the tie, jamming it into the bag. Then he unbuttoned his dress shirt, stripped out of it, and pulled a blue-striped polo shirt from the top of the bag. As the collar cleared his face, he caught sight of Addie watching him.
    No,
watching
him. Her expression was perfectly placid, but her pupils were dilated, an involuntary response to arousal. She dropped her gaze to the cat in her arms and started baby-talking to it in an obvious diversionary move.
    Interesting
. He needed to investigate further. With a wince, he said, “Damn, forgot this shirt has one of those annoying tags that digs into the back of my neck.” He stripped off the shirt and dug in his bag, all the while watching her in his peripheral vision.
    Yep, she was
watching
him. He noticed that her lower lip had gone a little slack as he pulled out another shirt. She made the tiniest sound somewhere deep in her throat when he yanked it down over his head.
    Very interesting
. “You go both ways, don’t you? Can you tell me how that works? I’ve always wondered how someone can be attracted to both genders. I guess it really opens up the dating pool, eh?”
    She brushed her long bangs from her face. “I don’t go both ways.”
    “Really? Because I thought … Ah, never mind.” He put his clothing bag in the storage bin, closed it, and hefted the other one. “This one goes with me.”
    She eyed the bag. “What’s in there?”
    “Tools of my trade.”
    “You’re … armed?”
    “Of course. How else am I going to protect you? Wagging my finger and calling them dirty names sure isn’t going to do it.” He hoped she wasn’t anti-weapon on top of everything else.
    “I suppose not. I’m just not really around weapons much. Daddy keeps his out of sight, locked in a safe.” She searched his person with her gaze.
    “Don’t worry. You can’t even tell I’m armed, as you can see. My gun is in a SERPA, which is a retention holster.” He lifted his shirt to show her the molded plastic holster. “It allows me to keep the gun in condition one, loaded and ready, but requires me to press a release button so it won’t accidentally go off.” He’d also need to put his finger on the trigger, but he didn’t need to tell her that part. Or about the knife at the small of his back.
    “If it’s necessary.”
    He gave her a solemn nod. “It is, ma’am.”
    “And please don’t call me
ma’am
. You’re probably older than I am.”
    “You’re right about that, ma—Should I just call you Addie? Or Miss Wunder?”
    “Addie will do. Miss Wunder makes me sound like a porn star.”
    He had to temper his laugh. And he wouldn’t tell her that she looked like one.
    Her gaze swept over him again, but she quickly got into the van, making a