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level is heightened to orange. With all those foreign dignitaries arriving, the convention goers will be ripe for an attack.”
“I don’t know why Ms. Allen hired me to provide security for the event if she was going to have someone else take charge,” Preston groused. “So be it.” He smiled and waved toward the door. “Let’s get through this tour so that I can make my personnel assignments. Some of us have more work to do.”
Wyatt spent the first part of the afternoon with Arthur and Preston combing over the convention center, meeting with the permanent staff and the men Preston had brought in to take the first shift that evening.
Joe stuck with him throughout the inspection, noting the best places to run his canines through to check for bombs. Bacchus had been eager to set his nose to the task and would have inspected the entire building by himself if Joe had the time to do a thorough sweep.
As they returned to the front entrance, Arthur and Preston stood to one side, talking about camera angles. Joe was telling Wyatt more about the animals he’d bring the next day when a flash of red hair caught Wyatt’s attention.
Fiona stood with a man in a maintenance uniform pointing at the lights in the ceiling.
“Wyatt, have you heard anything I’ve said?”
A hand waved in Wyatt’s face and he turned to stare at Joe as if he’d just noticed him. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
“You completely zoned out there for a minute.”
Wyatt’s gaze didn’t remain on Joe long. Not when Fiona was so near and gorgeous in her soft gray pencil skirt and orange sherbet blouse.
The wolf whistle next to him yanked him back to Joe.
“Who’s the babe?” Joe asked.
His brows furrowing, Wyatt shot a narrowed glance at Joe. “That’s our fearless leader, Ms. Fiona Allen.” The woman he’d be sleeping with in a couple hours if he could convince her it was a good idea.
“This gig just got better.” Joe clapped his hands together and took off toward her, glancing back at Wyatt. “Aren’t you coming? On second thought, don’t. You’ll cramp my style.”
Wyatt loped to catch up as Joe stuck out his hand to Fiona. “Joseph Goodman.”
Fiona turned a full, captivating smile on him and her entire face lit up.
Someone could have punched him in the gut the way the air left his chest and he couldn’t seem to bring any back in.
“Wow. You’re really pretty,” Joe said, holding her hand longer than was necessary.
Her smile widened and her cheeks flushed. “Well, aren’t you the charmer?”
A stab of something that felt oddly like jealousy knifed through Wyatt’s heart. What the hell? She hadn’t made any promises. She wasn’t his to be jealous about. One kiss did not mean she’d committed herself to him, or him to her.
Then why did he feel like beating his chest like a gorilla and then pounding his friend into a pulp for holding Fiona’s hand longer than was necessary for a friendly greeting?
“Joe here was about to leave. Weren’t you, Joe?” Wyatt gripped his friend’s elbow and tried to steer him away from Fiona.
Bacchus growled and bared wickedly sharp teeth.
Wyatt dropped Joe’s arm and Fiona backed away, her eyes widening.
“Heel,” Joe said. “Don’t worry, Ms. Fiona. He won’t hurt you. He must think Wyatt’s being too aggressive. Bacchus is very sensitive and picks up on others’ emotions.” Joe smiled at Wyatt, though the smile was a bit forced. “I’d love to talk to you more about the sweep I plan to do with the dogs tomorrow. Do you have plans for dinner?”
“As a matter of fact, she does.” Wyatt stepped up beside Fiona and faced Joe. “She’s having dinner with me.”
Fiona’s brows rose high on her forehead. “I am?”
“Yes. Of course you are. We need to go over the details of the convention center security and talk about the hotel.”
“That’s an excellent idea.” Fiona gave him a brilliant smile that made his insides flip. “It would be a
“I don’t know why Ms. Allen hired me to provide security for the event if she was going to have someone else take charge,” Preston groused. “So be it.” He smiled and waved toward the door. “Let’s get through this tour so that I can make my personnel assignments. Some of us have more work to do.”
Wyatt spent the first part of the afternoon with Arthur and Preston combing over the convention center, meeting with the permanent staff and the men Preston had brought in to take the first shift that evening.
Joe stuck with him throughout the inspection, noting the best places to run his canines through to check for bombs. Bacchus had been eager to set his nose to the task and would have inspected the entire building by himself if Joe had the time to do a thorough sweep.
As they returned to the front entrance, Arthur and Preston stood to one side, talking about camera angles. Joe was telling Wyatt more about the animals he’d bring the next day when a flash of red hair caught Wyatt’s attention.
Fiona stood with a man in a maintenance uniform pointing at the lights in the ceiling.
“Wyatt, have you heard anything I’ve said?”
A hand waved in Wyatt’s face and he turned to stare at Joe as if he’d just noticed him. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
“You completely zoned out there for a minute.”
Wyatt’s gaze didn’t remain on Joe long. Not when Fiona was so near and gorgeous in her soft gray pencil skirt and orange sherbet blouse.
The wolf whistle next to him yanked him back to Joe.
“Who’s the babe?” Joe asked.
His brows furrowing, Wyatt shot a narrowed glance at Joe. “That’s our fearless leader, Ms. Fiona Allen.” The woman he’d be sleeping with in a couple hours if he could convince her it was a good idea.
“This gig just got better.” Joe clapped his hands together and took off toward her, glancing back at Wyatt. “Aren’t you coming? On second thought, don’t. You’ll cramp my style.”
Wyatt loped to catch up as Joe stuck out his hand to Fiona. “Joseph Goodman.”
Fiona turned a full, captivating smile on him and her entire face lit up.
Someone could have punched him in the gut the way the air left his chest and he couldn’t seem to bring any back in.
“Wow. You’re really pretty,” Joe said, holding her hand longer than was necessary.
Her smile widened and her cheeks flushed. “Well, aren’t you the charmer?”
A stab of something that felt oddly like jealousy knifed through Wyatt’s heart. What the hell? She hadn’t made any promises. She wasn’t his to be jealous about. One kiss did not mean she’d committed herself to him, or him to her.
Then why did he feel like beating his chest like a gorilla and then pounding his friend into a pulp for holding Fiona’s hand longer than was necessary for a friendly greeting?
“Joe here was about to leave. Weren’t you, Joe?” Wyatt gripped his friend’s elbow and tried to steer him away from Fiona.
Bacchus growled and bared wickedly sharp teeth.
Wyatt dropped Joe’s arm and Fiona backed away, her eyes widening.
“Heel,” Joe said. “Don’t worry, Ms. Fiona. He won’t hurt you. He must think Wyatt’s being too aggressive. Bacchus is very sensitive and picks up on others’ emotions.” Joe smiled at Wyatt, though the smile was a bit forced. “I’d love to talk to you more about the sweep I plan to do with the dogs tomorrow. Do you have plans for dinner?”
“As a matter of fact, she does.” Wyatt stepped up beside Fiona and faced Joe. “She’s having dinner with me.”
Fiona’s brows rose high on her forehead. “I am?”
“Yes. Of course you are. We need to go over the details of the convention center security and talk about the hotel.”
“That’s an excellent idea.” Fiona gave him a brilliant smile that made his insides flip. “It would be a
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