Ain't She a Peach by Molly Harper

Author:Molly Harper [Harper, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gallery Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

SHE WOKE TO sunlight streaming through the sheriff’s office window. Her face was pressed against the bars, her forehead lodged in the hollow of Eric’s throat. That spicy-smoky smell of him had leached into her own clothes and she found she didn’t mind so much. Eric’s arm had snaked through the bars overnight, his hand curled around her back. His fingers were flexed around the ridges of her spine. And he was breathing really heavily.

No, wait.

Frankie lifted her head to see Hercules standing on the other side of her bars, staring at her.

On her top ten list of weird dates, this ranked near number one.

A cold weight settled over Frankie’s chest, to the point that she couldn’t bear to stay still. She slid out from under Eric’s arm. She’d slept with Eric Linden, but not. She’d actually slept with the man. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d spent the night with someone, other than that one time she’d dozed off immediately after sex and woke to find her partner playing Halo with his roommates while she slept on his couch. But somehow, this seemed worse. That claustrophobic feeling squeezed at her belly again, and she didn’t think it had anything to do with the close confines of her cell.

She jerked back, throwing her elbow and knocking her bowl of potpourri to the floor with a crash.

“What? Frankie?” Eric jerked awake with a gasp at the sound of shattering glass. He glanced around the cells. “Why?”

She nodded toward the German shepherd. “Your dog is here.”

“Herc?” Eric said, lifting his head from the pillow. “Hey, boy, what are you doin’ here?”

Herc snapped to attention and trotted into the cell, nudging at Eric’s hand with his nose.

“How did he get in?” she asked, sitting up and straightening her clothes. In the night, she’d obviously drooled down her chin. She wiped at it furiously while Eric fussed with the dog. Also, it tasted like a squirrel had built a nest of Funyuns in her mouth while she slept. She pinched her lips together, lest the smell of her morning breath escape.

“He’s smarter than most people,” Eric told her, scratching behind Herc’s ears. “Either he found an open window or Landry left a door open.”

“I feel a lot less secure about the county’s tax records now,” she muttered.

“He must have jumped the fence and come lookin’ for me when I didn’t come home last night.” Eric rubbed his hands around Herc’s muzzle, making it look like he was stretching the dog’s cheeks to and fro. “I’m sorry, buddy. I didn’t mean to worry you. Frankie just ran into a little bit of trouble and I had to stick around to help her.”

Herc made a disgruntled whining noise and whuffed at Frankie.

“So that’s how it is?” Frankie said, raising her eyebrows at the dog. “I thought we were friends.”

“I’ll make coffee,” Eric said.

“Good, that means we can stay friends.” Frankie groaned. She was not a morning person. Eric didn’t need full exposure to uncaffeinated Frankie.

“Frankie!” Landry came charging into the jail.

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