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I don’t know any woman who can carry a suitcase that small.”
    She smiled. “Now you do.”
    “What about makeup and body products…shoes to go with every dress?”
    She laughed. “I’m covered.” She didn’t wear a lot of makeup; in fact she didn’t wear anything more than the occasional lip gloss or soft shade of lipstick. She never needed more. Her lips had a natural deep brown line to them. Her eyelashes were long and healthy dark black that made it look as if she was wearing mascara even though she wasn’t. She didn’t need any of the makeup products out there so it saved room in her case not to bring them when she had no intention of wearing them. She had enough footwear and clothing to put together any look she needed to. But most importantly, she had all of her weapons exactly where she needed them to be.
    “I’ll get my shower so I’ll be ready when you are.”
    “It’s a really upscale place,” he reminded her. “Slacks won’t work…not even if it is a nice suit.”
    She looked up at him. “I’m covered,” she assured him. “What’s the name of the restaurant?” She wanted to do some research before they left.
    “Victoria’s Garden,” he stated. “It’s very—”
    “Upscale,” she said before he could say it again.
    Harrison had rented a sleek blue SUV for his duration in Arizona. She could at least breathe a little easier in the fact that he planned to drive and not hire a driver to cart him around. She didn’t trust drivers. She never really had, but ever since that one time in Cartehenia, when the driver had been the assassin after his own employer, she trusted drivers even less. Fortunately she had won, but things could have gone differently, badly, and both she and her client could have been dead.
    By five o’clock she was dressed in a deep burgundy red A-line dress that hugged the curves she had perfectly. The dress came down to the top of her toes and had two splits, one on each side, but nothing that was so noticeable that it looked tacky. It was an elegant dress, but most importantly, it allowed her free range of motion if she needed to kick some butt. She also had two slender knives strapped to each upper thigh, a belt that hung from her waist that looked like nothing more than a string of pearls, but instead was a lethal wire that could cut a man’s head off if need be. She had her hair in a bun with two decorated hairpins in her hair that were actually sophisticated weapons she could toss in her enemy’s heart. Her four-inch heels had a stealth-like blade in the heel of the shoe, and right inside her handbag was yet another weapon she could use if she needed to. She was prepared for battle, even in formal attire.
    “You look amazing,” he gaped at her. “Stunning. That dress is…wow!”
    “Thank you,” she approached him slowly. “Are you ready?”
    “Oh yeah,” he looked her up and down. “I’m more than ready.”
    She could tell from the tonation of his husky voice that they were no longer talking about the same thing here. “To leave for dinner,” she stipulated.
    “Oh, right,” he didn’t move. He just stood there, looking at her as if he wanted to rip her clothes off and take her right there on the coffee table.
    “What if somebody did try to kill me tonight?” He grinned as if he was finally able to make a point. “In that dress I don’t think you’ll be able to do much.”
    “Sure I will.” He obviously didn’t believe her because he tried a sneak attack that she avoided before grabbing his right arm, twisting it behind his back and effortlessly using her foot to sweep kick his feet from beneath him. He fell forward and she steadied his fall by balancing his bodyweight before she straddled him, her legs spread wide over his muscular back. Even in an Armani suit he looked good. She leaned forward, her lips so close to his ear that her breath softly fanned across the ebony skin. She wanted to reach out and slide her tongue up the curve