under her chest and matched his stance. She didn’t have his wide shoulders or height, but she could toss her head back and stand shoulder width apart with the best of them. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “If you’re not going to allow me to lock the home down, you’ll have to sign a security waiver acknowledging your choice and that you’re aware your decision is influencing your protection. Doing so means if there’s a break-in, you will not receive the free investigation. If you refuse to sign, then I walk away.” The corner of her mouth tugged. She probably shouldn’t laugh in the face of his peace offering, but it was tough to hold in. She supposed that was a standard disclaimer. “Somehow, we’ll manage to afford the investigation should anything happen. I’ll sign. How does the rest of the house look?” He bypassed the chairs before the desk and moved to the windows along the wall. Behind the desk. Right next to her. This heat that climbed in her body when they argued needed to be extinguished. It was time to stick her head on straight for business. As attractive as she found him, cute even that the argued with her, he was still just a risk she couldn’t afford. He pointed out the window. “Not bad. The security wall is a good height. As far as construction to protect the home, I think you’re golden aside from a few trees needing trimmed back. A couple of the rocks are loose, and we need to patch those in secure. We’ll install a new and more modern camera system. Fix your gate at the front with a more involved keypad and intercom and set a lockdown on the house’s doors and windows.” “That sounds fine.” Less she said, the better. Thing of it was, they could install all the perimeter they wanted. None of it would affect the underground tunnel between her hidden office upstairs to the guesthouse next door. She just needed to make sure none of those cameras picked up the guesthouse or the street along the backside to catch her comings and goings. He cleared his throat and turned away from the window. “We’ll be ready to start upgrades in the morning.” “Sounds good. A one-day job?” He pushed his hands in his pockets. “We’ll focus on the most important parts first and get most of that knocked out tomorrow. Other parts will take longer, but we’ll be as swift as possible and do our best to work around your schedule.” “Excellent. I have nothing scheduled here any time soon. Work as needed.” He nodded. His gaze strayed to the open door of the room with the safe and then back to her. “What are you planning on doing about the dagger?” She glanced up and looked at him between her lashes and just shook her head. He turned away from her and walked around her office. “I don’t see how you can be relaxed with this hanging over your head.” That heat was climbing in her again. She kept her tone light as she stacked a few folders together. “I have 911 on speed dial.” “Do you know Arnold Prichard is missing?” That explained why Julia found no one home when she tried to return the dagger. “I don’t keep tabs on my neighbors.” “Lexie.” His arms didn’t go over his chest, but he did stand closer. Just a few inches apart, and met her gaze. The hard tone on his voice softened with his exhale. “Whoever’s wanting the dagger could have gotten rid of him and could be working on you next.” Let them try. Aggressive, close following? Leaving tacky notes on a windshield? These were no professionals. Sounded more like gang activity. Why a gang would be involved, she couldn’t say for sure. She had her finger on the local gangs though. If they messed with her—and sheer stupidity said they probably would—she could unload a lot of payback in return. Course, she couldn’t say all that to Clayton who seemed genuinely worried. She wouldn’t address the slight thrill tumbling around in her belly because of his concern. A ridiculous feeling because his