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respected how he spoke to her and not at her. His soulful brown eyes seemed to miss nothing, yet, at the same time, revealed nothing.  
    It didn’t hurt that he was so easy on the eyes. His broad chest almost invited her to rest her head against it. But it was his self-confidence, the manner in which he carried himself, that gave her hope. Nobody in their right mind would go up against somebody his size.
    Marcus ended the call just as the doorbell rang again. Chris immediately reached for her purse, seeking the comfort of the pistol grip in her hand. In floor-covering strides, he crossed to the door. After checking to see who was there, he glanced at her and winked. Her heart fluttered as he opened the door. An odd reaction to his innocent gesture.
    She gave herself a mental head-slap. Now wasn’t the time to find him or any other male attractive. They had a job to do. One that would take a clear head.  
    Nate Wolfe had returned. His dark blue eyes seemed to always be on alert. He carried himself with authority, just as Marcus did.
    Dalton had mentioned the Lost and Found group had been friends since college. Even with the online research Chris had done before seeking their help, she’d been unsure until she’d met the team. Marcus, Nate, and one other member she hadn’t met, Ty Castillo, were all ex-military.
    A vague description had piqued her curiosity. Had she hired men trained in black ops? “Did you learn anything from the florist?” Chris prayed that Nate had gathered useful information.  
    “I spoke with the owner. The order came from an 800 number. She remembered the voice was male, and she gave me the credit card information. Kaycie’s trying to get a line on the owner.”
    “You have the capability to gather that kind of data?”
    “As licensed PIs, we can. Nate invested in state-of-the-art information systems. He and Kay are the best at digging up information,” Marcus answered. “Kay has good contacts with the Dallas Police Department, too. Then there’s Dalton, if we need him.”
    “His help would be great, but can he get involved?” His connection with Lost and Found was apparently personal. Having him for a friend had to be an asset.
    “As long as it’s not in an official capacity, I don’t see a problem,” Nate said.  
    “What’s next?” Chris tried to hide her anger at herself. She should’ve sought help sooner. Damn that she hadn’t been braver and smarter.
    “Since Chelsea’s killer keeps close tabs on you, it’s possible we’ve already drawn his attention. If he figures out you’ve hired protection, he could bolt, which we don’t want him to do. Our job is to catch him, not drive him away.” Marcus sat next to her on the couch. “If we chase him off, he’ll just come back when we’re gone.”
    “I agree,” Nate chimed in. “Other than the flowers showing up at your home, has he contacted you?”
    “No.”
    “But he wants you to know he’s around.” Marcus rubbed his temple. “You need continuous protection.”
    “But how?”
    Marcus smiled, and her heart did that fluttery thing. “We’ll take Nate back to the office. When I bring you home, I’ll park outside. Being inconspicuous will be hard during the daytime, but after dark when your neighbors have come home, I can blend in fairly easily. One of us will be nearby twenty-four/seven. When you leave home, I’ll follow. Most of the time, you won’t know we’re around, but if you go places that require us to be closer, you’ll have to introduce us into your circle of friends.”
    “Like I told you, my ‘circle of friends’ is made up of my Little Sisters and the abandoned dogs at the rescue shelter.”
    “When you go to the animal shelter, I’ll follow,” Marcus said. “We’ll pretend we’ve met and that I’m looking for a bunk mate for Diablo.” Marcus glanced at Nate, and they both turned their gazes on her. Was she supposed to comment?
    “I sure don’t have a better plan,” she