Delta Force Desire. C.J. Miller

recently. A shooting game isn’t as fun when I’ve been involved in the real thing. When I’m not working, I don’t like to handle a gun or pretend I’m handling a gun.”

      “Not all video games are violent and involve guns,” Kit said, though most of the ones she played did have elements of fighting, even if it was with fantasy weapons.

      “If we need to play games here, I can hold my own. Don’t worry about me.”

      She wasn’t worried about him. Everything she had seen about Griffin spoke to how competent and capable he was. “I ordered costumes from a local boutique and paid the rush fee for them to arrive today. They should be waiting for us at the front desk.”

      “Costumes?” Griffin asked. “What’s wrong with what we’re wearing?”

      “To hide from Incognito, we can dress as our favorite video game characters,” she said.

      “I don’t have a favorite video game character,” he said.

      “My favorite video characters,” she clarified.

      “I’m not wearing a tutu,” he said.

      She smirked at the idea of him in a pink tutu, the pure ludicrousness of his six-foot-something muscled self crammed into a delicate tulle skirt. “I would never be so cruel to you.”

      A woman and man with their faces painted green and wearing purple latex jumpsuits walked by.

      “Oh. Okay. I got it,” Griffin said. “Who will we dress as? Want to give me a clue?”

      She wouldn’t ruin the surprise or give him a chance to protest. “You’ll see.” Seeing Griffin dressed as a video game hero held an enormous appeal. He could rock the buff bad boy look better than most of the men she knew. He had that even without the costume.

      They slipped on their sunglasses. Anyone recognizing her was unlikely, and while she was at Gamer Con, she would use only her most recent online alias, Orchid. Lotus was dead, and if Kit wanted to survive this, it needed to stay that way.