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“Even if I am overreacting, I have the right to hire you and ask for certain things…correct?”

      There was that scowl again. “Of course you do. But part of my job is to advise you. And throwing away your money isn’t necessary.”

      “I won’t be throwing away a cent,” she said, her throat raw with emotion. “For starters, I need you to do the obvious. Install whatever we need to guard our perimeter. And I want you to contract your people to be on duty 24/7 for an indefinite period of time.”

      “And deal with phone and internet issues.”

      “Yes.”

      “What else?”

      She hesitated. Everything she had read about this man inspired confidence. But trust was not easily won for someone in her position. “I need you to fill out the check and accept it before we continue.”

      His eyes iced with suspicion. “I’ve told you. It’s too much.”

      “Then I’ll write two checks…one to Leland Security and one to a charity of your choosing. I want half a million dollars’ worth of protection. Can you or can you not provide that for me?”

      “Has anyone ever called you paranoid?”

      She swallowed hard. “I don’t imagine a man like you understands what it means to be physically vulnerable. Women are stronger than men in many ways, but we will always face the threat of an attacker’s size and strength and come out on the short end.”

      “Have you felt physically threatened since the article ran?”

      “No. But there are other issues. As soon as you are sure the house and grounds are secure, I want you to take me somewhere safe for a couple of weeks, three at the most. We’ll leak the fact to the press that I’m running, but I’ll be trusting you to make sure my bolt-hole is secure.”

      “I’ve got to tell you, Winnie. You’re confusing me. And I don’t like it.”

      She chewed her bottom lip. Larkin Wolff was not a puppet to be manipulated by her will. He had brains and brawn and a surprisingly keen intuition that told him she was lying, at least by omission. She could see it on his face. “Before we go any further, do I have your solemn promise that my personal life and affairs are to be guarded as zealously as my physical well-being?”

      He didn’t like being dragged by the tail in the dark. And he was pissed. A shiver worked its way down her spine. If he abandoned her, what would she do?

      “Fine,” he said curtly. “Top secret. Need to know.”

      “You’re mocking me.”

      “Surely you understand that my employees will have to be kept apprised of any potential threats.”

      She didn’t like it, but he had a valid point. The more people involved, however, increased the opportunity for exposure. “I understand,” she muttered. “And I’m assuming you do thorough background checks.”

      He snorted. “What do you think?”

      The impasse was clear, at least in her own mind. She needed Larkin Wolff. And the only way he could help her was if she trusted him with her sworn secret.

      Abruptly, she stood up, feeling her knees go weak and her palms sweat. If she made a mistake, the consequences could be disastrous. “Follow me, please.”

      He rose, as well, his expression inscrutable. “Whatever you say.”

      The check still lay on the table. Trying to buy his silence had been a mistake. Larkin Wolff had a personal code of ethics that she prayed to God was the real deal.

      When they made their way through the house to the back and out onto a cool, screened-in veranda, Winnie stopped and waited until he stood beside her, shoulder to shoulder. The view was pastoral, a warm spring day basking in a benevolent sun.

      “Over there,” she said, pointing until she realized her hand was shaking. She lowered it slowly. “That’s my primary concern.”

      The building, a smaller version of the main house, sat the length of a football field away. Larkin studied it, his jaw rigid. “What’s so special about that spot?”

      Tremors shook her, making her limbs weak as water. So many people counted on her. She cleared her throat, tears burning her eyes. “It’s a safe house for battered women and their children. Aside from a handful of trusted staff, myself and now you, only two other people know it even exists.”

      Two

      Holy hell. Larkin struggled to reassess the mental picture he had painted of a slightly paranoid, vulnerable, eccentric rich woman. “You’re not worried about your own safety at all, are you?”

      Winnie never took her eyes off the house in the distance. “No. I can take care of myself.” The stubborn tilt of her chin was an angle he recognized. Growing up, he’d seen it every day in one of his siblings or his cousins. An attitude that acknowledged life’s unfairness, but a determination to spit in the wind anyway. Winnie continued, “It’s my job to make sure those women and children stay out of harm’s way. That stupid article has threatened the security I promised them.”

      “Why you? Aren’t there sanctuaries in the city for abuse victims?”

      She shot him a sideways glance. “Government shortcomings aside, such situations demand physical distance. Once we bring our clients here, it’s much more difficult for angry husbands and boyfriends to track them down.”

      “So you deliberately court danger on your very doorstep.”

      She leaned back against a column, one bare foot tucked behind her as she balanced on the other. “You disapprove.”

      He shrugged. “Clearly you don’t have the necessary precautions in place.”

      He could almost see her hackles rise. “We’ve never had a hint of trouble. Still haven’t, for that matter…at least when it comes to my guests. But the article has opened a Pandora’s box. I need you to nail shut the lid.”

      “I have to be honest with you, Winnie. You’re damned naive.”

      Her eyes flashed and her hands fisted at her sides. “Maybe I wasn’t clear. I’m hiring you for security, not judgment.”

      “Too bad,” he said, the dual syllables terse. “My protection comes with a whole complement of advice. It’s what I do.” He looked out across the neatly mowed lawn. “Take me down there.”

      Winnie flinched. “Absolutely not. The women and children in the building are terrified of men…any men.”

      “I won’t hurt them. Hell, I won’t even scare them.”

      “You don’t know that. Everything about you screams macho alpha guy. You practically ooze testosterone.”

      He grinned, the male in him reacting to her interest, even if it was reluctantly given. “Give me a little credit. I can do lowkey. Part of my job is surveillance, remember?”

      “I’ve never let anyone step over that doorstep except me and a handful of other professional women.”

      “Like who?”

      “Doctors. Psychologists. A social worker.” Her unease was palpable.

      “You trusted me enough to hire me. Now let me do my job.”

      Their eyes locked, determination in his…enormous reluctance in hers. “Perhaps we could save that for tomorrow.”

      “Now, Winnie. There’s no reason to wait.” He hadn’t yet had time to fully evaluate possible threats, but he needed to see the whole picture. Protecting the weak and helpless was a calling for him, perhaps not in his personal life, but definitely as a businessman. He would do everything in his power to make sure that Winnie and her charges were safe.

      He

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