Was he serious? I’d told the little man who did the alterations to pick out the shirt—nothing fancy—and whatever accessories I’d need. He’d wanted me to take a more active role in the decisions and hadn’t been overjoyed about it, but hey, I was delegating, and that wasn’t my problem.
I opened my mouth, then snapped it shut when I realized something beyond my shoulder had drawn his attention.
Shit. I hadn’t been able to wear my shoulder holster, since it would have been obvious in this tux, but I had my clutch piece around my ankle. Would I have time to go for it?
I was gathering myself to spin around, ready to shove Quinn out of harm’s way, when I saw the warm affection in his eyes.
Fuck. It was his date. Okay, I’d take care of this here and now.
I turned…and faced the petite woman wh
