“Haven’t seen you around.” That was what he came up with? He sounded like a dull politician, and that was how she saw him anymore, anyway.

She shrugged.

He’d blown her off too many times. For all your smarts, you’re a moron, McIntyre. In Jenny’s eyes, he was nothing more than a suit who gave speeches. His eyes fell to a pile of magazines on their coffee table. The same damn People magazine was top of the pile. Great. So he was either a dull politician, or, according to tabloid crap, he was hopping from one actress’s bed to the next.

Molly tilted her head toward the waiting agents. “What’s with the welcoming committee?”

He gave an apologetic smile to the agents. “How about you girls sit down? I need to chat with Agent Murphy.”

She shook her head. “Nope. Jenny and I planned to order a pizza, throw on our PJs, and drink a bottle of wine. None of that can happen until you’ve explained whatever the incident is this time and everyone leaves.”

Murphy cleared his throat and tilted his head down the hall. This wasn’t going well. “Give me a minute.”

Asher followed him to the kitchen.

“We can leave a man here if you’d like, Congressman. Other than that, there’s not much to do other than keep an eye out.”

Asher’s gut tumbled. He liked proactive measures and was sure that the investigators working on the notes were chasing all possible leads. But still, one man outside? It was better than nothing, but he wasn’t thrilled and couldn’t call in a federal favor to babysit them. “If that’s what you recommend, we’ll take it. Thanks.”

He returned to the living room as Murphy pulled his men and left.

“Here’s the deal. Someone left me a couple threatening notes. Nothing out of the ordinary. But today, one of the notes included a picture of you both at Disney World.”

Molly’s face paled, and Jenny’s jaw dropped. He wanted to comfort them both for the same reason in very different ways.

“No one’s going to hurt you. They’re just trying to get my attention.” And they fucking have it. “This is precautionary.”

“What’s precautionary?” Molly asked.

“There’s an agent outside. He’ll stay there and keep an eye out.” Asher wasn’t ever unsure of his moves, but the one he decided that minute made him both unsettled and uncertain. He plowed forward. “And I’m staying on your couch tonight until I figure out what the best move is.”

What did Jenny sleep in? His throat constricted. Silk draped over her curves would be nothing short of spectacular. The woman was his walking, talking dream. Shit, this spend-the-night-on-the-couch idea had major flaws. What good would he be if all he could think of was don’t touch instead of watch out?