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“Good evening, Mr. Smart.”
“I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, Kenna Madigan,” Marshall said.
Kenna reached out and shook the security officer’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Same. I hope you had a good time last weekend when you were here,” he said politely.
Kenna smiled and nodded. It was now obvious that they never would’ve made it past this man if Marshall hadn’t lived there.
“I’d like to add her to my approved visitor list,” Marshall told him.
“Of course. If I can just see your ID, Ms. Madigan,” Robert said.
Kenna had no idea Marshall was planning on adding her to anything. She looked up at him, and he smiled and nodded. Reaching into her purse, Kenna took out her driver’s license and handed it to the security officer. He filled out a piece of paper with her information, then stood.
“I’ll need to take your picture for our records,” Robert said.
“Oh, um, okay,” Kenna said, taken aback at the level of security in the place.
“It’s so the other security employees know what you look like,” Robert said, obviously noticing her unease. “I’ll input your picture into our system and that’s it. No one else has access to our files. The next time you come, you won’t even have to stop. We’ll know you’re allowed to access the property.”
“If you’re not comfortable, we can do this another time,” Marshall said.
“No, it’s fine,” Kenna said. “I was just surprised.” She posed for Robert and he took the picture without fanfare.
He handed her a piece of paper and said, “These are the rules and regulations for Coral Springs. Even though you’re a guest, you’re expected to comply with them. Read it at your leisure, sign, and return it back here to the desk when you’re done,” Robert told her.
Kenna nodded and folded the paper, putting it, and her ID, into her purse.
“Ready?” Marshall asked.
“Ready,” Kenna said with a smile.
“Have a good afternoon and evening, Robert,” Marshall told the security officer.
“You too.”
As they got into an elevator, Kenna turned to Marshall. “I wouldn’t have gotten two steps past that desk if you weren’t with me, would I?”
“No,” he said with a small smile. “Robert and the other security officers are very good at what they do.”
“What did your teammates think about having their pictures taken and having to sign the rules?” she asked.
Marshall shrugged. “They aren’t on my approved visitor list.”
She frowned in confusion. “But they’re your best friends.”
“Yup. And when they come over to visit, I add them to a daily visitor log. They’re allowed to come in for the day, but not to come and go as they please.”
Kenna stared at him in disbelief. “Seriously?”
“Yes. You’re the only person I’ve ever added to my list.”
Kenna swallowed hard. “You’re so getting lucky tonight, sailor,” she told him.
Marshall burst out laughing and tugged her into him. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”
