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instinctively jumping at the sound of her voice, and those beguiling eyes staring at him. Irritated with his lack of self-control, he willed it to behave. “I think that happens when you live alone,” he replied. “My animals are my world.”
Nodding her agreement, she continued to eat. Stopping only halfway through, she pushed the plate back gently. “I’m stuffed,” she confessed.
“Are you sure? You look like you need to eat more.”
Giggling, she patted his muscular bicep, saying, “Not all of us are so big!”
He reached over, snagging the rest of her sandwich, finishing it off as well. Standing, he took the plates to the sink and left them, wanting to learn more about her. Holding his hand out to her, he said, “Come on, sweetheart. We need to take care of the animals and then we need to talk.”
Licking her lips nervously, she agreed. I’ve got no idea if you can help me, but Gypsy and I are running out of options.
She trailed behind him, observing as he filled a wheelbarrow with buckets of feed before they walked outside to the kennels. It only took a moment for her to quickly follow his lead and begin filling the dishes of food as he hosed out the kennels.
“Are you keeping them?” she wondered aloud.
“No, they’re boarding here while recovering from one thing or another. They’ll be adopted out as soon as they’re able.”
He looked over his shoulder as she playfully talked to and petted each one. With the setting sun casting a glow over the yard, her eyes were alight, the genuine smile on her face taking his breath away. She’s got a way with animals. The strange realization sent pleasure throughout him as he smiled at her obvious joy.
Finishing with their work, they pushed the now empty wheelbarrow back to the door and went inside the house. Washing at the large industrial sink in the clinic, she followed him into the living quarters.
Placing her small hand in his much larger one, she relished the feel of his fingers closing around hers. Protectively. Possessively? No, get that idea out of your head, girl. He’s just helping. But as he led her to the sofa in the living room, she knew she was in danger of falling for her rescuer.
Chapter 7
H e settled her down on his worn, but comfortable sofa, making sure to sit close, but not too close. Treating her like a skittish animal, he needed to provide comfort without appearing threatening.
She watched him closely, not sure what he wanted to talk about. Heart pounding, she sat straight, hands clasped in her lap. Then he smiled and her breath rushed out of her lungs. I think I’d follow that smile to the ends of the earth. Her lips curved softly in response.
“I want to tell you about me,” Blaise started, “so you’ll know how I can help. I’m a veterinarian, but I don’t own my own practice. I worked for the DEA as a vet with their drug dogs. It allowed me to pay off my student loans. When I got out, I started a new career.” He chuckled, adding, “Well, a couple of new careers, actually. I run this shelter and have a state license to treat the animals here. And, I’m a private investigator with a firm that specializes in big contracts.”
At his last statement, her eyes widened as her mouth hung open. “I…I…don’t understand,” she confessed.
“I work for a company of investigators. We don’t take the small time PI jobs. My boss gains government contracts, such as working with the FBI or other agencies or large private companies. We provide security and investigations.” He held her gaze for a moment, seeing her mind turning over his words. “Miss, whatever’s going on with you…I can…we can help.”
Oh…I’m a case to him, she realized with disappointment. Looking into his eager face, she said, “Blaise, unless you’re a mindreader, there’s no help for me.”
Not understanding her words, his eyes found her scar again. She noted his observation and lifted her fingers unconsciously to the
Nodding her agreement, she continued to eat. Stopping only halfway through, she pushed the plate back gently. “I’m stuffed,” she confessed.
“Are you sure? You look like you need to eat more.”
Giggling, she patted his muscular bicep, saying, “Not all of us are so big!”
He reached over, snagging the rest of her sandwich, finishing it off as well. Standing, he took the plates to the sink and left them, wanting to learn more about her. Holding his hand out to her, he said, “Come on, sweetheart. We need to take care of the animals and then we need to talk.”
Licking her lips nervously, she agreed. I’ve got no idea if you can help me, but Gypsy and I are running out of options.
She trailed behind him, observing as he filled a wheelbarrow with buckets of feed before they walked outside to the kennels. It only took a moment for her to quickly follow his lead and begin filling the dishes of food as he hosed out the kennels.
“Are you keeping them?” she wondered aloud.
“No, they’re boarding here while recovering from one thing or another. They’ll be adopted out as soon as they’re able.”
He looked over his shoulder as she playfully talked to and petted each one. With the setting sun casting a glow over the yard, her eyes were alight, the genuine smile on her face taking his breath away. She’s got a way with animals. The strange realization sent pleasure throughout him as he smiled at her obvious joy.
Finishing with their work, they pushed the now empty wheelbarrow back to the door and went inside the house. Washing at the large industrial sink in the clinic, she followed him into the living quarters.
Placing her small hand in his much larger one, she relished the feel of his fingers closing around hers. Protectively. Possessively? No, get that idea out of your head, girl. He’s just helping. But as he led her to the sofa in the living room, she knew she was in danger of falling for her rescuer.
Chapter 7
H e settled her down on his worn, but comfortable sofa, making sure to sit close, but not too close. Treating her like a skittish animal, he needed to provide comfort without appearing threatening.
She watched him closely, not sure what he wanted to talk about. Heart pounding, she sat straight, hands clasped in her lap. Then he smiled and her breath rushed out of her lungs. I think I’d follow that smile to the ends of the earth. Her lips curved softly in response.
“I want to tell you about me,” Blaise started, “so you’ll know how I can help. I’m a veterinarian, but I don’t own my own practice. I worked for the DEA as a vet with their drug dogs. It allowed me to pay off my student loans. When I got out, I started a new career.” He chuckled, adding, “Well, a couple of new careers, actually. I run this shelter and have a state license to treat the animals here. And, I’m a private investigator with a firm that specializes in big contracts.”
At his last statement, her eyes widened as her mouth hung open. “I…I…don’t understand,” she confessed.
“I work for a company of investigators. We don’t take the small time PI jobs. My boss gains government contracts, such as working with the FBI or other agencies or large private companies. We provide security and investigations.” He held her gaze for a moment, seeing her mind turning over his words. “Miss, whatever’s going on with you…I can…we can help.”
Oh…I’m a case to him, she realized with disappointment. Looking into his eager face, she said, “Blaise, unless you’re a mindreader, there’s no help for me.”
Not understanding her words, his eyes found her scar again. She noted his observation and lifted her fingers unconsciously to the
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