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suddenly feeling a little silly about being here over a pair of handcuffs and a note attached to her doorknob. “This probably is nothing more than someone’s idea of a stupid joke. It could even be totally unrelated to anything that happened at the club with the guy I was with.”
    Dean arched an uncompromising brow at her. “Don’t downplay something that could be very serious. Jillian made it clear that we’re to put a security detail on you until we know for absolute certain that this guy isn’t a threat of any kind, and I already put a call in to one of my men who has the next few weeks free before his next assignment.”
    A babysitter and a shadow. Ugh . “Dean, I have a security system on my apartment, and I really hate to—”
    Dean held up a hand, effectively cutting her off with that firm gesture. “Security system or not, I’m not giving you a choice in the matter, Raina. Not only do I insist that you’re protected while Mac and I talk to the manager of the club to see if they’ve had any reports of other guests being stalked or threatened, but I do not want Jillian busting my balls for not following her orders.”
    Mac smirked at that, and Raina wanted to laugh, too. Dean possessed such a dominant personality, and it was amusing to think that Jillian had that much power over her husband. Then again, theirs was a rare marriage, one that was based on equality and respect and, ultimately, love. It was the kind of relationship that Raina secretly envied.
    The phone in the conference room buzzed, and Gail’s voice came through the intercom. “Dean, Logan Cruz is here.”
    “Great.” Dean shot Raina a pointed look informing her that her appointed bodyguard had just arrived. “Send him into the conference room.”
    The line disconnected, and Mac sat forward in his seat. “You don’t have a name for this guy you were with, but could you recognize him if you saw him again?”
    “Absolutely.” The man’s gorgeous features were seared into her memory, and would be for a very long time. Forgetting anything about him was impossible.
    Through the open blinds covering the windows, Raina saw someone walking toward the conference room. Definitely male. Definitely tall and big with a body that was built out of lean muscle. A crisp pair of jeans hugged his narrow hips and long, lithe thighs, and his broad shoulders filled out a light blue shirt—the first few buttons at his throat undone, and the sleeves cuffed to reveal strong forearms.
    Curious to know if his face was as attractive as the rest of him, she lifted her gaze, and her breath literally caught in her lungs, and her blood seemed to drain from her face. “Oh, my God,” she said, her voice a startled rasp of sound. “That’s him.”
    Mac frowned in confusion. “That’s who?”
    “ Him ,” she said, pointing to the man who came to an abrupt stop in the open doorway leading into the conference room, his own shock at seeing her there evident in his eyes and expression. “ That’s the guy I was with at the club.” And he obviously worked for Dean!
    “You were with Logan last night?” Dean asked, seemingly a little thrown off by the huge coincidence, as well.
    Logan’s surprise quickly evaporated. Every inch of his big body tensed, his demeanor turning guarded as he tried to assess the situation he’d just walked into. “Mind if I ask what’s going on and what she’s doing here?” His tone was deceptively calm.
    Mac studied the other man intently. “So, you know her then?”
    “Yes.” Logan gave a curt nod and braced his hands on his hips, his stance defensive. “I met her at The Players Club last night. She left before I could get her name, though I did try.”
    She winced inwardly as he aimed that last part directly at her. Okay, so he was still a little miffed about her exit strategy. She supposed she’d wounded his male pride and he was still smarting over the sting of her rejection. But even annoyed at her, he still had the