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low, guttural growl slipped from his chest. Her shoulders straightened as he perused her openly, not at all trying to hide his visual sweep and thorough appreciation.
    At the top of the stairwell leading down to the club, she stopped. “Well?”
    “Well? What?” he drawled.
    “Are you prim and proper?”
    He laughed. “A prim and proper gentleman? You never know. Looks can be deceiving.”
    “I hope so.” She walked ahead of him.
    He blew out a hard breath. Gentleman? Typically, he was anything but. Wyatt had a working man’s hands for a reason. He was a hard worker, had earned his keep from the time he was old enough to toss a bale of hay, and had somehow lost his way and ended up chasing thugs and high-profile criminals instead of herding cattle and riding horses.
    Now, at thirty years old, he was retired from a career he’d learned to love, consulting on cases he’d rather not take, and investing in real estate with a specific interest in the underground clubs. His financials suggested his net worth was well over forty million, but a few million here or there probably wouldn’t impress a Cartwell.
    Once they reached the second flight of stairs, Kimberly said, “We veer to the left here.”
    “Trying to avoid someone?”
    “Yes,” she replied, laughing. “Bouncers, sisters, brothers-in-law, pretty much everyone.”
    “I see,” Wyatt said, pushing open the metal door as soon as they reached the landing to the emergency exit. He turned to look at the hauntingly dark stairwell once more before they left the building, noting there weren’t cameras there.
    Once they were outside, he couldn’t help but pay attention to the same. There was very little lighting and only a few visible cameras. “You should have more security afterhours.”
    “I should?” she asked, copping a smile. “Why, Wyatt? Are you worried about me?”
    “Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, aware of several problems the Cartwell women had endured. From what Mitch had told him, the threats were over, but he’d mentioned numerous incidences, more than the average family faced in a couple of decades, let alone one. Add in a few recent findings and Wyatt was definitely concerned for her safety. Kimberly hadn’t exactly aligned herself with an adoring lover. Unbeknownst to her, she’d given new meaning to keeping an enemy close.
    Kimberly squeezed his arm. “I like living here and I’m safe.”
    With the word safe hanging in the air, Wyatt steered her toward the awaiting stretch limousine. “We’re over here.”
    Kimberly stopped short of taking another step. “What is all this?”
    Did he detect apprehension now? Was she flattered or perhaps just downright suspicious?
    “Who are you?” she asked, lifting her brow in a cute arch.
    “I’m your date for the evening.” Sticking out his hand, he added, “Wyatt Clanton. It’s nice to make your acquaintance.”
    “Why did you go to this much trouble?”
    He leaned forward. “Can I shoot straight with you?”
    She placed her forefinger on her lower jaw. “Let me see…why yes, that would be great.”
    “I’d rather spend the next two and a half hours entertaining you as my guest instead of driving us to Columbia.”
    “We’re going to Columbia?”
    “Yes,” he replied, digging in his jacket for his cell. “Would you like to call Mitch or Trixie to confirm I gave them the details so they’d know where to find you in case of an emergency?”
    “I already received a text from Trixie. She said I was about to embark on an adventure.”
    “Well?”
    “Well Trixie doesn’t use words like ‘embark,’ so I’m sure someone fed her the intel.”
    “Anything is possible.” He patted his driver on the shoulder. “Let us know when we’re fifteen minutes away from our destination.”
    “Yes, Mr. Clanton,” the chauffeur said.
    “After you, Miss Cartwell,” Wyatt said, trying to maintain his composure as she bent over and entered the limousine.
    Catching his chauffeur staring