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certainly are big. Probably put the fear of God in people by looking at them.” He sniffed. “You’re also gorgeous,” he said with a look Kerry had seen far too many times. “Do you ever do any modeling?”
    “What? No,” Dante sputtered.
    Kerry covered her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
    A huge smile cracked Arthur’s face as he did nothing to suppress his amusement at Dante’s reaction. “What’s your name, handsome?”
    Dante narrowed his eyes. “Dante Coltari, President of Inferno Securities.” His voice was quiet but carried strength behind it that no one would question.
    “Arthur Lovegood.” He offered a well-manicured hand to Dante. “Do you shake hands, or are you like our girl?”
    Dante didn’t move, and his features darkened. “Our girl?”
    “Jesus.” Kerry let out an exasperated sigh and went over to break things up before Dante beat the shit out of him. “Dante,” she said, stepping between them. “This is my rep from my agency, Arthur. Arthur, this is Dante, er… I mean Mr. Coltari.” She fumbled over her words like some love-struck teenager, and the laughter in Dante’s eyes told her that he enjoyed it.
    “Dante will do just fine,” he said with a curt nod. He stepped aside and reluctantly allowed Arthur to make his way into the room. “Nice to meet you… Artie .”
    Arthur winced and cast Dante a lethal look that he usually saved for rival reps. “It’s Arthur, but you can call me Mr. Lovegood,” he snipped and without a second glance settled into one of the large armchairs as if he owned the place.
    Dante closed the door with a bit more force than necessary. Kerry didn’t need to touch either of the men in the room to figure out what they were thinking. Dante positioned himself in front of the door in his Terminator pose as Kerry made herself comfortable on the couch. She kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs up under her, shedding all formalities. This day, and her life, had gotten weirder by the second, and until today she hadn’t thought that was possible.
    “So, Arthur, to what do I owe this pleasure?” She tried to keep her voice light, but despite her best efforts it still belied her weariness.
    “There’s been a change of plans, darling. We’re shooting at a different house tomorrow. Here’s the new location information.” He pulled an envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket. Kerry reached out to take it but ended up with a fist full of air. Dante had beaten her to it.
    Kerry made a scoffing noise. “Excuse me. That is for me unless you plan on standing around in your underwear tomorrow.” While the comment was meant to be a jab at Dante, it backfired because all she could do now was picture him in his underwear. Great.
    He shot her a skeptical look and opened the envelope.
    “You’re fast too.” Arthur made a short sound of approval. “That is rather impressive. Most fellows as big as you don’t move that swiftly.” He pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at his forehead again.
    Dante didn’t look up from the paper. “I need the location information,” he said abruptly. “This isn’t in the French Quarter or the Garden District.” He looked up and cast an accusing look at Arthur. “I should’ve been given this information the moment it changed. Not the day before we have to be there.”
    “Don’t get your boxers in a twist, handsome.” He waved his silk hankie in Dante’s direction. “I just found out about the change myself. Apparently the client decided to use this location instead. It’s really not a monumental problem.” He sighed dramatically. “Relax. Have a seat and some civilized conversation.” He motioned for him to sit, but Dante ignored him. He looked as though he wanted to squash Arthur with one hand, and if looks could kill, he would be six feet under.
    Kerry frowned and fiddled with her earring. “Well, where is it then?” She couldn’t squelch the anxiety that crawled up the back of her