01-Paw Enforcement by Diane Kelly

Author:Diane Kelly
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781466849150
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2014-06-02T16:00:00+00:00

Who was the bomber?

Was he some random stranger, or could he be someone I’d met before?

Why had he chosen to detonate the bomb in the mall?

Was Seth crazy for taking a job on the bomb squad?

Did I want to get involved with someone who might be crazy?

Would Seth kiss me when we got back to my place?

God, I hoped he would. After the day I’d had I could really use the distraction.

When we arrived at my complex, the sun had begun to set, just a pinkish-orange tint remaining on the horizon. The only lights at the complex came from the apartment windows and the streetlight situated near the entrance. Not exactly a warm and inviting place. Nonetheless, Seth opened the car door for me and followed me up the stairs to my unit.

I stopped at my door and turned to face him, my heart throbbing in anticipation. “Thanks for dinner.”

“No problem.”

Warmth pooled south of my belly button as his smoky gaze flickered to my lips, a signal that he was about to lean in and kiss me. I stood there a moment, warm and wanting, waiting for him to make his move.

But he didn’t.

When Seth began to back towards the stairs, my hopes imploded like an outdated Vegas casino.

He put a hand on the rail. “Remember what I said. Keep an eye out for men with bags and backpacks.”

I nodded, hoping my disappointment wasn’t written on my face. In case it was, I said a quick, “Bye,” unlocked my door, and slipped inside with my doggie bag. I leaned back against my door and closed my eyes.

Why hadn’t Seth kissed me? Had this dinner been only a friendly gesture and not a date, after all? Did my breath smell like onion and garlic? Was it because of my stutter?

How I wish I knew.

Being left at the door without a kiss had been upsetting enough, but when my eyes opened and took in the half-chewed shoes strewn about my floor my anger erupted like Mount Vesuvius. I dropped my purse, tossed the bag of fajita meat onto the kitchen counter, and snatched the stiletto Brigit was currently mouthing out of her teeth. “Bad dog!”

Some BFF she’d turned out to be.

The closet door gaped open. No doubt the lever-style handle had made it a cinch for Brigit to open it. Just a little pressure from her nose or a paw and the latch would release. Looked like I’d have to make a trip to the hardware store for a hook and eye latch to keep the door closed.

I picked up my ruined shoes and hurled them into my trash can one at a time, taking out my fears and frustrations on my footwear.

Thunk!

Thunk!

Thunk!

Thunk!

I double-fisted the next two.

Thunk-thunk!

When Brigit dared to growl, I whirled on her. “Stupid dog!”

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