Shay tore her gaze away. Stop staring. Where was her sanity?
She drew herself up and found a safe place halfway between his chin and his belt buckle to stare at. “Why the hell would you break in here like that?”
“You’re in possession of a canine belonging to Charlotte-Mecklenburg law enforcement.”
Shay’s gaze jerked up to his face. Even his scowl was, well, damn sexy, now that she didn’t feel her life was in danger. Then understanding dawned.
She moved quickly over to stand by her pet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is my dog, Prince.”
“The hell he is! That’s my dog, Bogart.”
Both turned to gaze at the dog who had been silently watching them. The K-9 barked twice, thumping his tale in good spirits, but didn’t move an inch.
They seemed to be at an impasse.
Which was just as well, because the siren wail of a law enforcement vehicle closing in fast was filling the morning with sound.
A minute later a sheriff’s vehicle rolled to a stop in her yard.