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but that wasn’t an excuse to get out of shape.
    She slipped into fitted black pants and a sleek cerulean fitted vest before rearranging the living room furniture and pulling the draperies shut. In her bare feet she began her warm-up utilizing breathing techniques and slow fluid motions that were both graceful and lethal. She was an hour into her training when she heard Harrison open his room door. She knew he was standing there looking at her. It hadn’t been that long and she didn’t imagine that he could possibly be ready to go somewhere when he had just, a little over an hour ago, declared that he would be in for the remainder of the day.
    She broke her movements and turned to face him. “Is there something wrong?”
    “You’re amazing. How do you do that?”
    “Years of training,” she didn’t elaborate. She didn’t tell him that by the time she was six she knew over a hundred ways to kill with her bare hands. She didn’t tell him that she was skilled in using anything as a weapon, that when she said even a small book could be deadly she truly meant that a small book could be used to kill. She didn’t tell him that she had weapons on her person that looked like accessories. She didn’t tell him that, and she wouldn’t tell him that. “Did you need to go some place after all?”
    “Dinner.”
    She looked at the clock. “It’s only one o’clock.”
    “I know. I wanted to give you a heads up. I forgot that I’m having dinner with Latricia Anderson at this upscale place in Downtown Scottsdale. She’s…”
    “Somebody I should know about,” she stated sharply. How dare he forget to mention this woman? It wasn’t that she was upset that he was dating another woman, if he were dating her; it was that she needed to know about everybody in his life. She had told him that, and yet he still felt the need to leave something out.
    “She’s just a business associate. She helped me get things sorted here for the opera to go on. I had some tie ups with the local government over the amount of trucks I would need to bring all of our stuff in—there are sets, costumes, extra lighting, everything really,” he shook his head. “They wanted more money. I have money, but I don’t have it to throw around. Latricia helped me get things squared away, but we’re supposed to meet to discuss some final details. I’ll introduce you to her tonight. She’s a real sweetheart. You’ll like her.”
    She doubted that seriously, but then that was mostly because she didn’t allow herself to like too many people—in fact, she would go so far as to say that outside of family and the men who worked for her father who were like family to her, she didn’t allow herself to like anybody at all. Thomas had been the first non-family member in years that she had allowed herself to form an attachment to. Not that she had much choice in the matter. The moment she saw his bloody body laying in that dessert sand her heart latched onto him and she had to save him, she had to protect him. There was nothing about consciously allowing herself to have those feelings, she just had them.
    “If you need something to wear there’s a store down in the lobby that has some nice evening attire.”
    “I have something,” she said simply. Yes, she had a small suitcase. It was a tiny yellow polka dot case that allowed her to look extremely docile, but on the inside it was more than spacious enough to carry the amount of clothes she would need for any occasion. Of course she had only packed six formal dresses. Should Harrison decide to do dinner out at an upscale restaurant every night she would have to improvise. Her little black dress was very versatile. Adding and subtracting from it made it look like a different dress entirely. “You don’t have to worry,” she stated. “I know how to dress for any occasion, and I won’t embarrass you.”
    “I…I didn’t think you would.” His eyes widened. “It’s just that suitcase is so…small.