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    Sitting on a stool, Jas leaned her elbows on the console behind her so that long body stretched out in apparent ease with ankles crossed. She gave the impression of being supremely comfortable. Wearing a formfitting tank top that ended above her navel, low hip-huggers and a black silk bomber jacket left open to show off her body, she was jarringly beautiful. The jacket was useful to cover a multitude of weapons she didn’t seem to be working that hard at concealing.
     
    Both eyebrows rose as she looked at Blaster. “Never had a replacement? Your unit didn’t lose one man? What were you, Special Ops Kiddy Care? No functioning unit retires the original members.”
     
    Blaster grinned as he lounged against the equipment table behind him. “Yep. We’re damn good at babysitting.” It wasn’t his habit to defend the Unit. Facts were simple and sticking to the ones that were unclassified was his only concern. That, and doing his damnedest not to physically drool while looking at her. Her casual sprawl was deceptive and dangerous. It allowed her instant access to the weapons he knew were on her body. She was such a sexy sort of deadly and he couldn’t look at her long enough.
     
    Exotically tilted eyes regarded him for an unblinking moment. Jas’ forehead wrinkled for less than a second at his refusal to brag. It wasn’t natural for a guy as arrogant as she assumed he was. That fact whispered a little strength into the possibility he told the truth about the Special Forces service claim. Checking his facts wouldn’t be difficult, just a bit time-consuming. He should know better than to lie. Her gaze slid to Barry. “So you’ve hired security. Good job. What do you need to tell me for?”
     
    “Because I get to baby-sit you.” The heat in Blaster’s deep voice dripped with Mississippi sweet.
     
    “Oh?”
     
    “What he means is, I think you need protection,” Barry rushed on before she could interrupt. “Come on, Jas. I’m not an idiot. You come to the set armed. Every one of the incidents has happened around you. What’s going on? Do you know who’s doing this and why?”
     
    “Are you accusing me of something?” Jas’ tone remained softly conversational.
     
    “No. Absolutely not, but I think you’re in danger, Jas. You and I have sweat blood over this movie. It’s your big break and even more so, mine. You’ll be a star and I’ll be the director of a smash hit. We are that good. But none of that will happen if our crew is scared shitless and continue to quit like the three who did today. We’re around a week away from getting this one in the can. Fuck! We’ve got to finish location filming and we’ve got to do it within budget.
     
    “I brought Blaster to ensure we make it. I know you don’t trust men much, but you trust me. Can you extend some of your trust in me to him? Tell us what’s going on and let him take care of it. I promise, it’ll go away.”
     
    “Barry, you can’t sublet trust. I know you. I don’t know him from the next hillbilly and besides, he’s military. Where do you think this kind of trouble comes from? Don’t get your shorts in a wad. No one is trying to kill me. They’re trying to intimidate me.”
     
    Blaster felt a little stab of satisfaction. “So you do know exactly what’s going on?”
     
    Jas ignored Blaster’s comment. “An old idiot must have gotten nervous. Someone who assumes he can control everyone with fear. And this,” Jas jerked a thumb at Blaster, “is probably one of his lowbrow fuckups. You may think you called him but I bet he didn’t have a thing to do when he got your call. Isn’t that a little bit odd for such a talented guy? Didn’t you wonder why your buddy boy had nothing better to do?”
     
    “No, Jas. You don’t understand. Blaster is my family. He has nothing to do with whatever you’ve got following you. And what the hell is it? My shorts are in a damn tight wad and if anyone else quits on the production,