If asked, John would have admitted he was impressed by the younger man. Kip knew what he wanted in an employee. He also had an excellent reputation as an honest and competent private investigator. John knew because he’d checked him and his agency out before submitting his résumé.
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 c****d his head in question. “Do you do bodyguard work where it might be necessary to carry o
