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came along with an experience like that. No doubt her brain was just trying to find balance in the chaos of her emotions.
    She’d have to ask Dr. Rosenthal the next time she saw him.
    Mason stepped back into the room, capturing her complete attention. Good God, he was beautiful. Filthy, but beautiful. But then she probably looked like hell too. She glanced down at her leg, suddenly aware of a sharp sting, and was surprised to see it was bleeding from a series of cuts and scrapes. Her whole body was probably savaged. Tomorrow she’d be black and blue.
    When he sat down in the easy chair at her side, a cloud of dust poofed up. Also, Lola began growling again. Pansy calmed her with the slow strokes she liked. Still, she showed Mason her teeth.
    He seemed moderately alarmed. He kept his attention on the dog, but spoke to her. “There is no word about your aunt.”
    She nearly collapsed.
    His brow furrowed. “But don’t worry. She has an excellent team on her. It’s you we need to think about, now that we know the danger your aunt suspected is very real.”
    Pansy gave a little nod. Upon reflection, she’d been an idiot to refuse the security team in the first place. She’d just never expected that Steven would try something so ballsy.
    “Her directions made it very clear. She wants us to stay on your six no matter what.”
    “My…six?”
    Mason scrubbed at his face with a palm. He shouldn’t have. It just moved the dirt around. “It’s a military term. It means we have your back. Our boss wants us to set up an overt security team. The thinking is that if the bad guys know you’re being protected, they are less likely to strike. But…” He shot her a tense look. “Only if you want us around.”
    “And if I don’t?”
    He shrugged. His grin was beyond dazzling. It stole her breath. “Then we go back to skulking.”
    Pansy fiddled with the hem of her dress. It was ripped. The entire outfit was no doubt a total write off. It was one of her favorites from the new line. She pushed the thought away and tried to focus on what he was telling her.
    “So this security team?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Would it include you?”
    He stilled, glanced away. “I…that depends.”
    “On what?”
    “If you want me.”
    Oh good lord. She did. For one thing, she trusted him. She wasn’t sure why, but she did. And for another, plain and simple, she wanted him .
    Not that anything would happen between them. How could it if they were under surveillance all the time?
    And not that it should. He was hardly her type after all. All the guys she’d ever dated had been in the fashion industry, or movie stars. It was her life. Her persona. Her world.
    There wasn’t room for a big burly muscled man in her bed. There wasn’t time for a fling.
    Was there?
    She glanced at him again and realized with a start he was staring at her expectantly, waiting for her response…to something. What was it again?
    “Do you?” he prompted. “Want me?” Was that a hint of hunger in his tone? A simmering undercurrent of need? Did his eyes glimmer as he stared at her? His lips work? Was that his tongue peeping out to wet them as he imagined tasting her?
    Or was she delusional?
    “I trust you.” She did. She couldn’t deny it. She trusted him with her life. It was just something in his eyes.
    Those eyes widened, as though surprised by her words; his cheek bunched. “You do?”
    “I do. But the other men?”
    “Yeah?” He leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. He laced his fingers and fixed her with an intent stare.
    “Do you know them?”
    He lifted a large shoulder. “Most of them.”
    “How can I trust them ?”
    “GAPS only hires the best.”
    “GAPS?”
    “Guardian Angel Protective Services.”
    She tried not to grin. “Are you an angel?”
    “Not hardly.” He was wrong. He was a fallen one, at least.
    “Are you good?”
    “One of the best.”
    “What kind of experience do you have?”
    He stared at her. “Are you