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The rumble of quiet male voices floated up the stairs. Audrey was too nervous to sit, so she made a circuit around the kitchen. Her mental list of what to pick up at the store was interrupted by the appearance of Ross and Mac. From the video call earlier, she knew what Mac looked like, but standing with Ross made her feel not just safe and protected, but as if she opened a fashion magazine. Ross, with his sun-streaked chestnut hair and hazel eyes, was comfortable in well-fit jeans, hiking boots, and a short-sleeved black collared shirt. It wasn’t tucked in, and she wondered if he had a weapon at his back.
Mac wore his dark blonde hair long enough that it covered the collar of his suit jacket. Clever green eyes assessed her condo before landing on her. His tie matched his dark blue slac
