“So, you’re just toying with me, trying to make me sweat. I should be very mad at you.” Her lashes fluttered and her mouth turned pouty as she placed a hand on his chest, nails bent to make playful indentations in his uniform. “I forgive you. I knew you were a good guy.”
“I’m not that good.” He brushed away her touch. “I have a police report to file. Specialty-trained dogs like Bogart are worth upward of twenty thousand dollars. The department could bring charges against you for grand larceny.”
“My God!” For the first time she seemed to understand that she was in jeopardy. “What can I do?”
“Turn yourself in and throw yourself on the mercy of the department.”
“But I can’t do that without exposing myself to…”
James finally smiled. “Yeah. Public opinion. Maybe it’s time to bite at one of those offers you say you’re constantly getting from other stations.”
She stared at him. “You can’t prove it was me. I’ll say you lied, that you’re a jealous ex.”
James turned and walked away.
“I’ll get an attorney.” Her voice carried after him, making the few people passing in the hallway turn and stare. “A good one who can make anyone look like a liar.”
He paused to look back. “I can prove it was you. There’s a witness.”
He and Bogart quickly turned the corner before he said something he’d regret.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Must be nice to have the kind of job security where you can just take off without notice.”
Shay gave Henry an obscene finger wave as she passed his cubicle.
He laughed in response. “Lunch?”
“If we’re still here then.”
Henry was one of two friends she had at Logital Solutions, a tech temp agency. Angie was the other. Though “friend” was more a term of mutual likability than time spent together. They were seldom in the building since temp agency employees were only doing well if they were out of the office. LS supplied the IT sprawl that was Raleigh-Durham-Chapel Hill with high-tech workers. On any given day, they could be cities apart.
“Hi, Shay.”
She glanced over at Angie who occupied the cubicle directly across from hers. Five foot two and amply proportioned, Angie was one of those lucky creatures with lots of curves, a sweet face, and long golden curls that made her look like Alice in Wonderland with an addiction to peppermint white hot chocolate from Starbucks.
Then there was her costume habit.
Shay leaned against the entrance of her friend’s tiny cubicle, taking in the shimmering deep blue and silver fabric tacked to the walls, and then Angie’s blue star-spangled oversized sweater and navy tights with ankle boots. “What’s this week’s theme?”
Angie dimpled in delight. “Goddess Diana.” Shay pointed to the globe light on her desk. “In honor of November’s hunter’s moon. Perry wouldn’t allow me to hang anything from the ceiling. Said it violated safety regulations.”
Shay smiled. That was about the only thing their boss Perry wouldn’t let Angie get away with. She was Logital Solutions’s star. Aware that traditional employers might disapprove of her eccentricities, Angie worked remotely, delivering excellent work even while wearing a tutu.
“How was your vacation?” Angie studied her face. “You look like you haven’t been to bed since you left. Tell me those huge bags under your eyes come from sleepless nights screwing a yummy new guy.”
Shay shrugged. “Actually the week sucked. I lost Prince.”
“Oh no! Hit by a car?”
“Taken by a Charlotte police officer. Turns out he was a stolen K-9 police dog.”
“K-9 officer? Like this?” Angie turned and opened a file drawer and pulled out a calendar of K-9 officers and their dogs. She flipped it open. “Isn’t this July shot hot?”
“Yeah, gorgeous pelt.” Blushing for reasons that had nothing to do with the gorgeous male officer in the picture, and everything to do with the one who’d shared her bed over the weekend, Shay handed back the calendar. “See you later.”
Shay had promised herself that she wasn’t going to go over it again in her mind, for maybe the zillionth time. Screw that.
Sex with James had been—well—fan-fucking-tasic!
For once in her life, her overeager brain cells had checked out and let her just feel every way, every move, touch, pressure, quake, and rush of the desire that ran between them like lava.
James had smelled good, of soap—her soap—and the faint scent of shaving gel. He’d tasted of her dinner and desire. He was hot everywhere she touched, as if there were a secret fire ablaze beneath his skin. When he embraced her, he felt solid, capable, and sexy as hell. And he wanted her.
She had always wanted to be wanted like that. It was urgent and sweet and hungry. In his arms was the safest and most secure place she’d been in a long, long time. She was gloriously happy, pretending for a night that she was capable of a normal relationship with someone who wouldn’t hurt her. Only it hadn’t worked out that way.