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Irresistible Force (A K-9 Rescue Novel)(28)

By:D. D. Ayres


Bogart, for his part, immediately went up to sniff her and then turned  to look at James. Mariah chortled in delight when she spied the dog, and  leaned forward as if to try to grab for him.

He called Bogart away. "Fuss. Da. Gute Hund! Platz." Bogart accepted the praise and then the order to sit and stay. "Bleib."

James crouched down next to the baby girl, who immediately began to cry.  "Mariah? It's okay, Mariah." He touched her carefully, aware that she  might have injuries he might not be able to see. "I'm James. People are  coming to take you to your mommy."

Light leaped up over them, capturing them in the glare. He turned to  find a group of uniformed officers and two EMTs with gear making their  way down the incline toward them.

* * *

"You really are a hero."

James gave Shay a doubtful glance as he pulled into traffic that was  being diverted away from the accident site. She'd waited very patiently  while he'd talked to Raleigh authorities and then changed out of his  rain-soaked clothing for the sweatshirt he now wore.

"I mean it. You found a baby in the dark, all by yourself." She was  staring at him with eyes wide with admiration. "That's the coolest thing  I've ever witnessed."

"Give Bogart a bit of credit."

"Of course." Shay reached up and scratched Bogart between his damp ears. "You two are just like Batman and Robin."

"Maybe Cisco and Pancho." James tried to be offhand about what had just occurred, but he was high on their victory, too.

They would never know exactly how Mariah had been squirted out of her  car seat on impact, soared through an opening in the mangled wreckage,  and landed in a soft pile of wet leaves twenty feet from the vehicle.  All, apparently, without serious injury. He was just happy that chance  had been on her side.

"It's why we do the job. Understand now?"

She nodded. "I wish I did something that made a difference like that."

For the first time since they'd met, Shay was looking at him with the  soft eyes of a woman fascinated by the man in front of her.

He recognized that look. She was responding to the successful good-news  part of his job. Outsiders never wanted to see the failures, the  mistakes, the wrong turns, the grind, the loneliness, the boring  shit-filled hours of dealing with the sick, sad, desperate and/or  depraved members of the human race that were most often the reason law  enforcement was required. But everyone loved a hero.

The hero-worship thing bothered him. No one could live up to it on a daily basis.

After a quick glance in the rearview mirror, he pulled over on the shoulder and brought the cruiser to a stop.                       
       
           



       

"Something wrong?"

"Maybe." He wiped a hand across his face, clearing it of the trickle of  rainwater that had run down from his still-damp hair. He needed to get  this right.

"A few days ago, you were completely sure you didn't like me at all.  Remember? I'm the guy who burst in on you at gunpoint, called you a liar  and a thief. I'm the guy who took your dog away from you. You need to  remember that part about me, too."

He saw her straighten up in her seat. "What are you saying? You don't want me to like you?"

"We both have baggage, that's all. My failings run more along the lines  of shooting my mouth off before I think. Especially with pretty women.  That's who I am sometimes, too, the awkward dumb guy."

She gave him a sidelong glance. "You don't need to worry about your  failings. I'm sure women hang all over your gorgeous self all the time."

He angled his body toward her and laid his right arm along the back of  her seat, letting his fingers rest lightly on her shoulder. "Gorgeous is  not a character trait."

She met his grin with a snarky look. "Pity. It's your best quality."

He brushed the back of his fingers ever so gently along her jawline. "All storm and thunder. That's more like my Shay."

Grinning, he turned back to the wheel and sped off.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

"Yeah, it's a dump."

James offered her a teasing smile as he surveyed the sparsely furnished  yet immaculately neat living area of Shay's small apartment. She had  been making excuses for her place since he pulled up. None of them held  up under his scrutiny. In fact, he thought it looked like a minimalist's  dream.

"Ha, ha, very funny." Shay looked around, trying to see her home through  a stranger's eyes. It gave precious little away, not that anyone came  by to see it. Eric had not liked her cramped cell, as he called her  one-bedroom apartment. They went to hotels or, occasionally, his place.

She dropped her belongings on the small round pedestal table in the dining area off a tiny kitchen and turned to James.

He toed off his shoes, not wanting to track water in, and then removed  his gun to set it out of reach on a nearby shelf. She'd invited him in  but he wasn't sure what that involved. She still had time to change her  mind before he lost his completely. He unhooked Bogart's leash and  turned toward her.

She didn't have many filters. It was all there on her face. Desire,  nervousness, indecision, and a flicker of hope that he would take the  decision away from her.

He smiled a warm intimate male smile that made her flush. "I hope it's okay to bring Bogart in."

"Of course." She bent down to pat her furry friend on the head. "I  forgot to get back the pet deposit I had to put down when I adopted  him."

He watched her shoulders rise and fall on a deep breath. And then she  was turning back to him. He saw a decision forming in her mind. Her eyes  were shining beneath her glossy bangs, drawing in all the light in the  room. Her mouth was soft. Yet her words, as always, were meant to  deflect any vulnerability.

"We live in different places. So this." She waved a hand around as if to  include her apartment and Bogart. "This is just a hookup, like last  time."

James heard the question she wasn't asking. It was in the way she'd  dipped her chin, looking at him from beneath a thick fan of dark lashes.  She wanted confirmation to keep her emotions locked up. He wished he  could give it to her.

"Last time, maybe. But I came back."

Her silences were as eloquent as her declarations.

"I don't know what the hell this is. All right?" He brushed a hand over  his short haircut, annoyed with himself. All he knew for certain was  that he was taking a very big risk. And so was she.

Her smile appeared so slowly he had decided it wasn't going to arrive before it did. Small victory.

He looked over the tiny counter into the kitchen where Bogart was investigating.

"Let me get Bogart some water."

"There's a dog dish under the sink. I couldn't bear to part with it."

James padded in sock feet into her kitchen space and found it. He had  enjoyed her company tonight. But he was beginning to feel the effects  from the overrun of adrenaline spurred by the night's unexpected call to  duty. Usually he and some friends would blow off steam in a bar after  hours when the outcome of a situation had a good conclusion. Some men  preferred to work off their highs in female company, lots of it. A few  got into trouble with too much booze and testosterone-driven high jinks.  He couldn't say he wasn't going to be trouble for Shay, but he hoped it  was the kind she would welcome.                       
       
           



       

One thing came through loud and clear. She wasn't the kind of woman who  liked to play games or keep things light. He doubted she had ever had a  casual relationship. It was all in or all out.

A song his grandmother liked to sing under her breath when she was being  positive came to mind. "Accentuate the Positive"  …  something, something   …  about leaving alone Mr. In-Between.

James let out a chuckle that was strictly aimed at himself. Shay all in? What would that be like?

That thought sobered him as he ran water in the dog dish. Before they  did or did not get into each other, they needed to finish the  conversation begun at the restaurant.

When he had filled the bowl and set it on the floor, he looked out over  the bar to ask her something. Cop instinct stopped him cold.

Shay was standing in the middle of her living room staring at the  plank-and-brick bookshelf that held her small TV. Was it his gun that  worried her?

"What's wrong?"

She continued to stare, her voice gone flat. "Someone's been here."

He moved quickly over to her. "How do you know?"

She pointed. "I left those books lying flat. Now they're upright on the shelf."

"Okay." He glanced around, noting a small hallway just past her kitchen  area. Books out of place seemed like a small thing but he knew from  countless patrols that small things often led to larger discoveries.  "What's back there?"