"Ohhhh my Gooood, Treat!" Kenna replied, throwing her arms in the air. "She's not going to attack you! No woman in her right mind, no matter how deadly, goes for a little sleepover at a bloke's house if they're not willing to see where the night takes them. If she's got such a light trigger finger, you never would have been able to talk her into this - professional or otherwise." Okay, so Kenna was starting to talk out of her ass. She didn't know anything about deadly women, save for that one time at that party where she'd gotten really drunk and sad and went for that guy's eyeball with a fork. Obviously it had been unsuccessful.
"It doesn't seem like it took you very long to work out this little professional arrangement. You left the house, and came back with her in less than an hour." That much at least was true. Probably true. Honestly she hadn't been paying much attention until she realized Treat had brought a girl home. "Did you have to talk her into this at all? Or was she good to go?" She was snickering again. She couldn't help it. Even if she was talking out of her ass, it was fun.