Holly rolled her eyes at him. “Is this because of my hair? You sound like my mom.”
“This freak’s got specific requirements, and you fit the bill--”
“Come on, Russ. Erin’s a brunette. Are you telling her to be cautious too?”
“Erin wears a gun on her hip,” Russ pointed out.
“This guy is supposed to be smart. I work in a police station. I’m pretty sure I am not going to be a target.”
“Even so--”