Irresistible Force (A K-9 Rescue Novel)(12)

And James was right. Eric would show up again in her life, sooner or later.

Shay's throat began to constrict with mounting anxiety.

"No! Not yet!" she whispered under her breath. There'd be plenty of time  for an anxiety attack over her future once she was alone.

James found her standing before the sink. He paused in the doorway,  propped a shoulder on the door frame and crossed his arms, trying his  damnedest to look less like a cop and more like a regular guy.

While he decided what to say, he took in all the details of her he hadn't had time to notice when he walked in.

He liked the way she looked in skinny jeans shoved into hand-tooled  cowboy boots so scuffed and creased that they appeared to have been her  favorite footwear for a long time. A teal-blue turtleneck sweater  covered her from chin to the tops of her thighs. He knew from wrestling  with her that it hid a body with plenty of feminine curves. Not that he  should be thinking about her in that way. Yet nothing he'd done so far  today fell into the should category.

Unable to think of anything intelligent to say, Shay tried to ignore the  man standing in her doorway. It wasn't easy. Her gaze kept straying  halfway toward him before she could snatch it back. Each foray made her  more fully aware of his presence. The easy grace of his long body draped  in camo reminded her of the hard muscles beneath. Of the way he'd  effortlessly lifted her off her feet this morning. She could still  recall the hard band of his arm pressing under her breasts.

Oh crap. She needed to stop thinking altogether.

Desperate for distraction, she looked down at Bogart, who had come up to  her with his tail wagging, certain that his presence was welcome.

She squatted down and hugged his neck. "My hero." She didn't dare glance  at James for fear he would realize that she was referring to him. "I  don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up."

Finally, she peeked at James as she leaned her cheek against Bogart's  back, stroking him with long slow glides of her hand. "Thank you."

James sucked in a long breath. Her stroking hand was damned distracting.  He leaned away from the wall. "You're welcome. Glad we could help out."  He glanced around, uncertain of what to do next. "So, I guess we should  be going."                       
       
           



       

He signaled to Bogart, who whined and lay down at Shay's feet instead of obeying.

A chill shot through James. Bogart had never disobeyed him before. Just  how badly was their bond ruptured by their weeks apart? Or was Bogart  still feeling very protective of Shay? The color had come back into her  face but her expression was as wary as ever. Maybe his dog understood  her needs better than he did.

"Have you fed Prin-Bogart today?"

James shook his head. "He shared my package of peanut butter crackers at the station but … "

Shay stood up. Trying to ignore the fact that he was watching, she  leaned up on tiptoe to take down a bag of food from an overhead shelf.

James was paying attention, not only to obvious things like how her  sweater lifted to reveal her nicely rounded butt, but to how hard she  was trying to push past the trauma of the last minutes by finding  ordinary things to do. Her hands shook as she poured hard nugget chow  into a bowl, but he hadn't yet seen a single tear. Many victims  dissolved into a puddle the instant they were safe. Shay's reaction was  to retreat into a porcupine ball of thorny hostility.

"What's that?"

Shay paused in pouring liquid from a jar she'd taken from the  refrigerator. "Chicken soup left from last night." She put the bowl in  the microwave for several seconds then stuck a finger in to test the  temperature. When she put the bowl on the floor, Bogart gave her hand a  quick lick and then began wolfing it down.

James shook his head. "It's embarrassing what that dog will do for food."

Shay turned to James with a grin so wide he had to laugh.

When the laughter subsided they were left standing looking at one  another. Shay's eyes were wide, speculative, as if weighing every ounce  of him for clues. To what?

On James's side at least, there was an undercurrent of something coming  to life, something remarkably like sexual attraction. It made no sense.  But then nothing about the day had made sense. He'd just ended the worst  relationship of his life. And Shay, from what he could gather, was  still trying to end one. Neither of them needed another entanglement. He  groped for a way to break the moment.

"You should have told Deputy Ward about last night's visitor."

She gave him a startled look. "How do you know about that?"

"I was in the woods, doing a stakeout, looking for Bogart. Saw someone  watching your cabin. The way you went after him, I'm guessing you  already knew it was Eric. Why didn't you mention that to Deputy Ward?"

He saw her internal struggle reflected in her expression. Definitely  hiding something. In the end she just said, "I was about to make dinner.  I suppose there's enough."

James decided that might just be the most ungracious invitation he'd  ever received. But he wasn't offended. The excuse would give him time to  learn a little more about her. "Thanks."

"It's nothing special. A little Hoppin' John and fried oysters."

James's mouth watered in anticipation. "Sounds great."

She looked him up and down again in a way that made him suddenly very  aware of every slept-in wrinkle and blade of grass still clinging to his  clothing, and the hard scratch of stubble on his face. "You really  slept in the woods last night?"

"Yeah."

"Then you probably want to clean up."

"That would be great."

James wasted no time in striding out to his truck and grabbing his gear  stuffed into an old army-issue backpack. When he came back in, she was  waiting for him in the living room. Her expression was once again  guarded and her hands were sliding up and down her arms as if she were  cold. He wondered if Eric had left marks on her there, a thought that  made him wish he'd done more than shoulder-check him.

He noted wood stacked in the fireplace, ready to be lit. He wondered if  she would think he was making himself too much at home if he offered to  light it for her. Yeah. Better wait.

As soon as he moved away from the door, she hurried over to lock it.

Then she turned back to the room, tossing her hair over her shoulder as  she walked past him. "The bathroom is back here." He followed.

She came to a stop in a narrow hallway and pointed. "On your left.  Through the bedroom. Towels are in the cabinet. The shower takes five  minutes to deliver hot water. Dinner in twenty minutes."

She tried to let him pass, backing herself up until she was flat against the wall.

James turned sideways, too, but it didn't quite work. The backpack slung  across his shoulders wouldn't allow him to press against the opposite  wall.

Things were fine until his chest grazed her right breast. He heard her  softly drawn breath on contact and sucked in his stomach in response.  That only inflated his chest another inch, making more surface to brush  against her. She began trying to slide past him, her gaze strictly on  his chin. He was free to gaze down at her, to inhale the ginger scent  rising from her hair. The mere brush of her against him, muffled by his  clothing and hers, was enough to make him instantly hard as concrete.                       
       
           



       

He levered his body forward, jamming his butt against the wall in the  hopes that his chest would be the only thing brushing her. If his  johnson touched her she'd know he was ready for action.

"Sorry." He murmured the word in a husky voice as he closed his eyes and tried to think of nothing.

Contact lasted only a few seconds but it seemed forever. Shay held her  breath as she stared at the camo design of his jacket only a few inches  in front of her nose. Her mind was fully on the rough drag of his jacket  across every inch of her breasts. The contact was unexpectedly arousing  as his buttons grazed first one and then the other of her nipples. To  back him off a bit, she pressed a hand flat against his chest.

He felt rigid in places she didn't expect, as if touching her were a  test of his strength. And damn, every muscle in his body seemed to be  trying to impress her with its definition. He was firm and contoured  and-something moist and smooth and hard poked her!

Shay looked down. Bogart had stuck his wet nose into her open palm.

A second later, James was past her, moving into the bedroom with a  swiftness she could only interpret as the desire to get away from her.

It struck her as she headed back to the kitchen that all she'd had to do was back up into the bedroom to let him by her.

Sure. Now her brain was working.