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He caught a perfumed whiff of her dark, shoulder-length hair as she strode by him.

“You are definitely in need of help.” She handed him her business card and turned to the door.

He glanced down at the card, then followed her out to the elevator. “Wait a second. Dose this mean you’re taking the job?”

She pushed the button. “Yes.”

“But…when will you start?”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. She stepped inside. “Right away.”

“But how do we do this? If you’re going to be my bodyguard, shouldn’t you be staying here? Where are you going?”

As she pushed the down button inside the elevator, a tiny infectious grin sneaked across her lips. “I liked the look of those feathery pillows in your guest room, Dr. Knight, so if you must know, I’m going to get my toothbrush and jammies.”

The doors closed in front of Donovan’s face.

He stood in the vestibule holding her card, feeling transfixed and suddenly exuberant, and totally surprised by the fact that his cool, reserved bodyguard actually had a sense of humor.

Things were definitely going to get interesting around here.