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would be involved in security and investigation.
    Why had she expected some dweeby nerd in a panel van emblazoned with the logo of a security service? These guys did more than install burglar alarms. They looked like they could catch and beat the crap out of the burglar so she wouldn’t need an alarm.
    The one who’d caught her had a noticeable bulge under his arm, and she was willing to bet there was a loaded firearm inside that jacket. Both men were dressed impeccably in suits, and Summer had a feeling that she and Margot were in over their heads as far as this security consultation was concerned. They could afford a burglar alarm but not the level of attention these men were obviously used to delivering.
    She bit her lip as the man with black hair, who had run in the shop first, smiled at her when she couldn’t get her fingers to work properly on the remote. The other man was rather stoic, but she thought she detected warmth in his voice and his eyes as he pointed to the remote. Through the glass she heard his muffled voice.
    “The top button on the left.”
    Heat stole over her cheeks as she growled at herself and pushed the button. “Duh. Open .” The lock on the driver door popped open quietly.
    Smiling at her, the man with black hair opened the door and held out a hand to her. He wore his hair slicked back and had a face that was classically handsome. His lips were just full enough, and his eyebrows arched over intense, dark brown eyes. She wouldn’t want to be on the other end of his attention if he was not smiling. He looked strong enough to lift her over his head, he was so powerfully built.
    She realized her hands were shaking when she placed one in his. His tanned, callused hand felt solid under hers, which was comforting under the circumstances. Dressed in suits as they were, she wouldn’t have been surprised if his hands were soft, but it was obvious looking at them that they were not “desk types.”
    She slid from the leather seat, and he caught her as her knees gave out when her feet landed on the asphalt. Her cheek landed against his lapel, and she was once again held against another hard chest.
    Way to go, graceful.
     

Chapter Three
    Summer looked up at him towering over her and managed a weak smile as he steadied her.
    “You okay?” He leaned down and looked in her eyes, his dark eyebrows drawing together slightly. That voice. She gasped as he smiled and said, “Hazel.”
    She imagined the dumb look on her face. “Huh?”
    His voice was—
    “Your eyes. They’re hazel.”
    “You’re Grace’s friend. The one who texted me.” Oh, duh! These were the guys investigating the ugly posts on that horrible blog, Divine Morality. Of course Grace would recommend them for a security consultation at the shop.
    Both men smiled in confirmation. Drawing a deep breath, Summer looked up at the first man to catch her and said, “Kemp?”
    “At your service, ma’am.” A smile split his craggy face, and her heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t model handsome like the other man was, but his smile reached his green eyes, and she couldn’t help the undoubtedly goofy grin that spread across her face in response. She smothered the urge to touch the dimple that appeared in his cheek. His nose looked like it might have been broken at some point, judging by the slight bump in the bridge. His hair was dark brown with just a sprinkling of silver at the temples, and she found him ruggedly handsome.
    “Hi.” Both these guys were texting her the other night? Wanting her . “It was you. And you.”
    “Ace Webster,” the black-haired man replied with a nod and a smile. She realized he was still holding her hand, and she looked at the two joined together, hers small compared to his. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Summer. Are you all right?”
    Mentally shaking herself, Summer replied, “Yes. Was he still in there?”
    “No. He’s gone, but he left his toolbox. Or I assume it’s his, right outside the doorway.