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inventory and checking for explosives.”
    His frown deepened as various scenarios raced through his mind. “Do a full sweep of the kitchen.
    Check the food, drinks, everything.” He received his fair share of death threats so it wasn’t a
    completely foreign concept that someone would try to poison him. It had happened a couple of times
    in the past, always when he was working on a big deal. Competitors got desperate sometimes.
    Jay nodded and turned away, not needing further instructions.
    “What should I do? Should I call the police?” Ellie’s face had paled a fraction as it dawned on her why he was having Jay check the food.
    Wyatt held back a snort. He respected law enforcement but there wasn’t anything they could do
    other than take a report. Which would just waste his time. “Get Harrison Caldwell’s number for me.”
    He might hate that the woman he loved put herself in danger every time she went to work, but Red
    Stone Security was the best protection agency in the region. And if he had to hire Iris as his personal security to get her to talk to him, he’d do it. He clearly needed the extra protection right now and the thought of Iris protecting him with her body…oh yeah, he could get on board with that. Wyatt knew
    that under normal circumstances she’d never be allowed to guard him. It would be a conflict of
    interest. But he’d done a huge favor for Keith Caldwell, Harrison’s father, a few years ago, and the man owed him. It was time to collect.

    * * * * *

    Sato called her contact on one of her burner phones as she drove down Highway 95. She’d waited
    until she was completely sure she hadn’t been followed from her quick escape of San Marino Island.
    Miami wasn’t a place she’d worked before so she was still learning the layout of the different areas.
    There were a few manmade islands with atrociously priced homes on them in the South Beach area.
    Of course that’s where her target lived. Harder to access just like the other villas and mansions that were located on the various Venetian Islands, but she would have no problem taking Wyatt
    Christiansen out. If he wasn’t dead already.
    Sato favored poisons, the sort that were undetectable until the target consumed them, but someone
    had seen her leaving. She’d decided to break into his villa in the early morning hours when most
    people were sleeping. After finding a couple holes in his security, she’d opted to enter through the kitchen and lay her trap there. But since someone had seen her leaving she had no doubt Christiansen would have the place searched for every possible threat. Bugs, bombs and poisons. It was standard
    operating procedure for a man in his position.
    She’d laced the exclusive, insanely expensive , coffee she knew only he drank. Unlike her previous targets, her file on Christiansen was limited and this job had been last minute.
    Too last minute.
    Now she was rushing when she preferred to prep for weeks or months if possible. Leaving
    anything to chance went against her meticulous nature. It was why she was one of the best in the
    business and highly sought after.
    “Is it done?” her contact asked, his voice impatient.
    “Possibly, but someone saw me leaving so I’ll likely have to find another way.” Sato’s contact
    wanted Christiansen killed quietly. Nothing messy or that would hurt anyone else. He was the sole
    target. Unfortunately that meant she couldn’t use a bomb because of the risk of collateral damage.
    “I hired you because you came highly recommended. I didn’t expect sloppiness,” he snapped, heat
    invading his words.
    It hadn’t been sloppy. One of the guards had changed up his routine. It was why she’d been spotted.
    But she held her tongue. The man had already paid her half her fee and she would finish no matter
    what. If she didn’t she wouldn’t receive the other half of her money and it would damage her
    reputation. In her business, reputation was everything. “It will be done