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“Is there anything Dmytro can’t do or arrange?” Ace asked.
“He can’t get us into the Demopoulos compound.” She stopped at the door to the men’s clothing store and waited for Ace to hold it open. As she passed through to the interior, she continued with, “That’s up to us.”
Once inside the store, Ace glanced around. “What did you have in mind that would appear more intimidating?”
Her eyes narrowed as she swept her gaze from his head to his feet and then turned to study the store’s offerings. “Your trousers will work, but we’ll need a different shirt and a jacket.”
He glanced down at the black polo shirt with the Brotherhood Protectors winged logo embroidered on the left breast and the black trousers Hank had asked his team to wear as part of the security detail for the movie set.
Jasmine motioned for a salesclerk and spoke to him in Greek. The clerk led them to a rack of button-down shirts. He pulled a measuring tape from his pocket and measured Ace’s neck, shoulders and arms. Then he selected a black shirt and tie and carried them to a fitting room.
Ace and Jasmine followed.
The clerk hung the shirt and tie in the small room.
As Ace stepped into the room, Jasmine and the clerk headed toward a rack of suit jackets.
Not wanting to let Jasmine out of his sight, Ace came back out of the room and stood where he could see Jasmine. He pulled the polo shirt from the waistband of his trousers and over his head, tossing it back into the fitting room. He grabbed the shirt off the hanger and stepped back out of the room, his gaze going to Jasmine and the clerk.
Jasmine glanced toward him at that moment, her eyes flaring as she took in his naked chest.
Ace fought the urge to grin at her interest. He took his time fitting his arms into the black shirt and shrugging it over his shoulders. He was just beginning to fasten the buttons when Jasmine returned, clerk in tow, with a solid black suit jacket.
He chuckled. “When you said we were going for something more intimidating, I imagined a black leather biker jacket, not a suit jacket.”
Her lips twitched. “You would look very intimidating in black leather, but trust me, you’ll look even more intimidating when we’re done.” She took the jacket from the clerk and waited while Ace finished buttoning his shirt and tucked it into the waistband of his trousers.
Then he reached into the room for the black tie and looped it around his neck.
“Here,” she said and handed him the jacket before he could knot the tie.
He slipped his arms into the sleeves and shrugged into the jacket.
Jasmine fit the necktie under his collar and expertly tied it.
“You’re good at that,” he said, liking how close she was.
“My father taught me.” When she finished, she stood back and nodded. “Better. Just one more thing.” She handed him a pair of dark sunglasses.
He put on the sunglasses and turned toward the full-length mirror. “Okay. I see what you mean.”
Jasmine stood beside him, all in black like him. They made a striking and, yes, intimidating pair.
“I think we’re ready,” she said and glanced at her cell phone. “The limousine has arrived.”
Ace pulled out his credit card to pay the clerk, but Jasmine held up her hand. “I already paid him. Let’s go.”
Ace didn’t like that she’d paid for his shirt, tie and jacket. They’d been expensive. With a limousine waiting outside, he didn’t have time to argue. They hurried toward the exit. Ace went first, checked for threats, glanced into the rear of the limo, then the front of the vehicle at the chauffeur, looking for any indication he wasn’t what he was supposed to be.
When he returned to Jasmine, he frowned. “How do we know your guy sent this limousine?”
“He did,” Jasmine said and strode past Ace to the waiting car.
Ace hurried to get ahead of her and open the rear door.
She slid onto the back seat and scooted over, making room for Ace.
He bent to slide in beside her and closed the door before he realized they weren’t alone in the back of the limousine.
