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prize for paranoia.  
    “Mr. Mann, no one has to bug my room to know my schedule. Between fans and paparazzi, my every move is broadcast all over social media in seconds.”
    He lifted one shoulder, as if he was too lazy for a full shrug. “I’d think that would be one reason why you’d at least want privacy in your own room.”
    “Bring in the equipment.” As Roger authorized this sweep, Sierra had to think that bugs—of the surveillance variety, not the other kind—would be less intrusive than Mr. Six-Foot-Five here.
    Even if he did have blue eyes and blonde hair and muscles that made his short-sleeved collared shirt fit a little too tightly.
    Men like him were a dime a dozen in Hollywood and not a one had ever tempted her. Sierra knew from personal experiences that there was always some flaw. A huge deal breaker that made the single life preferable to pairing off with any one of them.
    Mostly, they were assholes.
    Her personal guard dog had a cocky aura blaring off him like a bad stink.  
    One thing she hated was a man who acted like a know-it-all. And worse than that was one who was a dummy and still acted superior to her, all because he was bigger and stronger because he had more muscles than she did.
    She wasn’t going to put up with it. Not in her own home—or her home away from home for the remainder of this shoot.  
    “I’ll call now and see about getting that equipment over here.” Mr. Mann, who was so obviously overfilled with testosterone even his name reiterated his masculinity, moved to the other side of the room to make a call on his cell phone.
    Sierra moved closer to Roger. “Where did you get this guy?”
    “Guardian Angel Protection. They’re a local company.”
    Local. That figured. She scowled. “No doubt.”
    “They have excellent references.”
    “You checked?” she asked.
    “Of course, I checked.” A deep furrow creased Roger’s brow. “I even spoke to someone in Senator Greenwood’s office in Washington just to be sure. This is your safety we’re talking about here, Sierra. I’m taking it very seriously. And so is the owner of the security company, which is why he agreed to get someone here tonight, rather than tomorrow.”
    She shrugged. “It’s not like we needed him here tonight. I’m just going to go to bed early.”
    “And won’t you sleep better knowing he’s out here, on watch? I know I sure will.”
    “He’s going to be right here in my living room all night long?” Outside in the hallway would be fine, but a stranger inside her suite was too close for comfort.
    “Yes, Sierra. That’s what round the clock protection entails. Day and night. I thought you understood that.”
    “I guess I didn’t consider all the implications.”
    Roger shook his head, before he drew her to him in a hug. “You don’t have to. That’s why I’m here.”
    “You, and now my own personal Ken doll on steroids with an attitude.”
    Roger’s eyes widened. “I know, right? He is Ken doll cute but with a GI Joe kind of edge to him.”
    Sierra let out a laugh. “Then maybe you should stay here all night too. You know, to supervise his performance.”
    “I wish.” Roger glanced at the brute on the phone and then sighed. “Unfortunately, I don’t think he’s interested in me.”
    “The only thing he does seem interested in is surveillance equipment, so don’t feel bad. In fact, he’s so damn perfect, maybe he’s a cyborg or something.”
    Roger chuckled. “Hey, if this drought in my love life continues for much longer, a cyborg might be an option.”
    “You work too hard. That’s your problem.”
    He lifted a brow. “Sorry. Can’t help that. My boss is a slave driver.”
    Sierra snorted. “If I was in charge around here, GI Joe wouldn’t currently be inspecting my heating unit while on the phone ordering a delivery of bug detection equipment like it’s a pizza.”
    Roger turned to her. “You had to say that? Now I want pizza. We never got around to having