8 Chapter 8

He wasn’t half bad looking either, with his dark hair and open smile. Not that that was a selling point, but it didn’t hurt to be able to work for a man who didn’t look like he’d been on the losing end of more than one fight, like the last guy who had hired him.

“Do you have a license to carry?” Kip asked.

“Yes, and I’m a good shot.” John smiled. “Although I’ve never had to prove it, other than at the firing range.” He cocked his head in question. “Do you do bodyguard work where it might be necessary to carry one?”

“Occasionally,” Kip replied. For a second his expression darkened and John wondered what that was about. Not that he’d ask—yet. Not until he’d been hired and gotten to know Kip better

“Well, if you need me for that, it’s okay. I’m also decent with a knife, for what that’s worth.”

Kip nodded. “At times, a lot. It’s quieter if you can get close enough to the perp.”