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duty. She couldn’t quite cut off her laughter in time. He frowned.
    “What are you laughing about?” The laughter police.
    She waved at the stack of mail in front of her. “Bills and invoices.” She couldn’t very well tell him the truth.
    “You are one odd creature. Anybody ever tell you that?”
    Brittany flashed him her most blinding smile. “Every single day.”
    “Good,” he grunted. Then he flopped down onto one of the waiting area couches and pulled a battered paperback out of his bag, settling in to ignore her.
    She sighed and turned back to her opening and sorting. Oh yeah, Rodriguez was one step away from professing his undying love all right. Just call her Aphrodite.

Chapter Ten—The Joy of Filing
    By the third day of his guard duty, Rodriguez should have been going out of his mind from boredom. He should have been itching to get out and get some demon exorcising action in, going stir-crazy from the inactivity of sitting on the waiting-room couch, waiting for Brittany’s demon to appear.
    He should have been bored, but spending all day every day with Brittany was far from boring. Damned if the woman couldn’t make filing entertaining.
    She laughed her way through opening the mail, danced through the filing, and answered the phones with a smile in her voice. And those were just the secretarial tasks. Her attitude toward all things wedding-related approached pure rapture.
    Lucy stopped by a couple times a day and the two of them would bend their heads together behind Brittany’s desk, two sunny, bright-eyed peas in a pod as they gushed over wedding preparations.
    None of which appeared to be demon-cursed in the slightest.
    Lucy had laughed out loud when Brittany told her there was a demon sicced on the wedding. The bride thought the idea of anyone wanting to stop the wedding was downright ridiculous, and after three days of watching Brittany in a state of unpossessed secretarial bliss, Rodriguez was beginning to agree with her.
    When Karma’d ordered him to go along with the plan to dangle Brittany like bait in front of the nose of an unpredictable and possibly dangerous demon, he’d hated the idea of willfully putting her in the line of fire. But, at the time, he’d thought at least his days would be filled with yanking her out of demon-induced scrapes and chasing down the bad guy to pin him and banish him.
    But, in three days, there hadn’t been so much as a twinge of red on the horizon. Not the tiniest little flicker on his demon radar.
    Brittany didn’t appear to be in any imminent danger. Unless it was the danger of being universally loved by everyone who called, emailed, or walked through the doors of Karmic Consultants. In seventy-two hours, she’d managed to wrap the entire office staff, all of the consultants, and every KC client neatly around her little finger. It was getting pretty damn crowded around that dainty digit.
    At first he’d thought it was all part of her act, but no one could be so consistently cheerful for three straight days without some crack in the façade. Unless they were genuinely happy. The woman actually whistled while she worked.
    He couldn’t even really convince himself that she was performing her cheer for his benefit. She’d been ignoring him.
    Not that she pretended he didn’t exist. She’d glance his direction every now and then, giving him a sunny smile that was no more or less radiant than the one she gave the clients or the office accountant. When it would be awkward not to speak to him, she spoke, but other than that, she left him to his own thoughts. And those thoughts couldn’t seem to get away from her.
    On the first day, he’d tried to read a book, but his eyes couldn’t seem to stay on the page. He kept looking over to see where she was, what she was doing, and listening in as she charmed the socks off another client. He thought her patented good cheer would be grating on those who called with complaints, but she dealt with their