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Rodney slipped his hand off of mine and groaned as he climbed to his feet. “Unfortunately, duty calls me elsewhere. If you will excuse me, I will-”
“Oh no you don’t,” I argued as I grabbed his pant leg. “You promised me an explanation of your home security system.”
His sly smile returned. “I did, didn’t I? What would you like to know?”
I snorted. “How best not to get myself killed because I grabbed the wrong door knob or leaned against the wrong wall.”
He chuckled. “I will give the house a warning that you mean it no harm. That should keep you from being turned into dust. If you will excuse me.” He bowed his head and strode over to the door. I breathed a sigh of relief, but my breath caught in my throat as he paused and half-turned to me. His humor had fled and there wa
