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good ideas. She may not know everything there was to know about demons, but she was a fast learner. And she was determined to make sure this wedding was perfect. It was her job. Sort of.
    “I’ve got some stuff to take care of if I’m gonna be guarding her ass for three weeks,” Rodriguez grumbled.
    He nodded to Karma, shot Brittany a look she couldn’t decipher and then stalked out of the office, leaving Brittany gazing after him and mourning the disappearance of those shoulders.
    It was only when Karma pointedly cleared her throat that Brittany realized mourning shoulders was probably not the best use of her workday.
    “Forgive me if I’m reading something into this that isn’t there,” Karma said gently as she circled her desk to retake her chair, “but you do recall the sexual harassment policy you read in your hiring packet?”
    Brittany laughed. “Oh, he isn’t harassing me!” Though she’d definitely be willing to let him try.
    Karma cleared her throat again and looked directly at her. “That isn’t quite what I meant.”
    For several long seconds, Brittany’s mind was utterly blank. She couldn’t imagine what Karma meant. Then realization struck. As what Karma meant sank in, Brittany felt a blush cover her from her hairline to her toes. “Oh.”
    Merciful heavens, she was actually being chastised for ogling a coworker.
    “Intra-office romances are strongly discouraged here at Karmic Consultants.”
    Brittany forced a laugh. “No, of course. I wasn’t, you know, interested .” And may God not strike me down for lying like a dog . “I just sometimes stare at people.” She waved a hand vaguely. “It isn’t, like, a sex thing.”
    When Karma smiled, Brittany silently gave thanks for her own eccentricities that her boss didn’t even blink at her oh, I just stare excuse. There were occasionally benefits to people thinking you were three-quarters out of your mind.
    “Forget I even mentioned it.” Karma gave her a warm smile.
    Brittany returned the smile, hoping her own didn’t look like curdled milk. She would not think of licking Rodriguez’s shoulders. She wouldn’t.
    Brittany rose and headed back to the lobby and her own desk. Her desk.
    She sat down and fired up the computer, which held schedules for each of the consultants and Karma herself. As the computer hummed to life, she ran her hands across the smooth wood of the desk, wallowing again in the fact that it was hers.
    So she had to be more subtle in her drooling over Rodriguez. So what? Karma’s mandate against intra-office dating was hardly cause for tears.
    Rodriguez was very clearly not interested in her—and completely out of her league. He was strong and sexy, confident and successful. He had lived . Brittany felt like a kid with the training-wheels still on when it came to living life, but he was popping wheelies and doing handstands on the handlebars.
    He wouldn’t want someone like her. So it was just as well she had the excuse of valuing her job to remove the sting of never-gonna-happen disappointment. She could pretend the only reason he hadn’t looked twice at her was the Karmic Consultants no-dating policy.
    Brittany didn’t mind deluding herself now and then. It made life’s bitter pills go down more smoothly.
    After she went through the messages left overnight on KC’s non-emergency phone line, Brittany let her mind wander through what ifs as she opened and sorted through the mail.
    What if Rodriguez were madly in love with her? What if he was only grouchy about having to protect her because he couldn’t imagine how he would possibly keep his hands off her if he was forced to spend every hour of every day guarding her delectable person?
    A little giggle escaped Brittany’s mouth at the idea of Rodriguez lusting after her delectable person .
    She was still giggling when the front door opened and the man himself walked in, returning from whatever stuff he’d needed to accomplish before he could begin guard-dog