Wrong Place, Wrong Time by Andrea Kane

Author:Andrea Kane [Kane, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Divorced People, Private investigators - New York (State), Private Investigators, New York (State), Mystery & Detective, Arson investigation, Crimes against, General, Romance, Children of divorced parents, Mystery Fiction, Businessmen, Businessmen - Crimes against, Suspense, Fiction, Wilderness Survival
ISBN: 9780060741334
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2007-02-08T00:00:00+00:00

HE RECTIFIED THAT at 7 A.M.

Barely had Devon stepped out of the shower when her telephone rang.

“Hello?” she said breathlessly.

“It’s a good thing I’ve got a strong ego. Otherwise, I’d be concerned that you were blowing me off.”

Devon felt her lips curve. “Hi, Blake. I’m sorry. I didn’t get home last night until seven something, and then the night just got away from me. By the time I sat down, it was midnight. I didn’t know if you’d still be up.”

“I was up,” he assured her, the thrumming background noise telling Devon he was in the car. “I usually am. I don’t need much sleep. Which is good, because I rarely get any.” A pause. “Speaking of which, I know it’s early. Did I wake you?”

“Nope. I’m an early bird, at least on workdays. I like to get into the clinic by eight. The animals scheduled for surgery arrive between eight thirty and nine. I try to meet with their owners before I conduct the presurgical physical exams. It gives everyone a little extra peace of mind.”

Blake digested that. “That’s very sensitive of you.”

“It’s my job. Pets are family members. They deserve to be treated with care and respect. Of course, so do their owners. They’re going through a trauma as well.”

“It’s good to hear someone speak so passionately about what they do,” Blake replied. “Maybe I’ll forgive you for not calling me back. Or maybe I won’t. Tell you what. Have dinner with me tonight and we’ll discuss it.”

Devon hesitated, for a whole host of reasons. She was still feeling off balance from the sizzling kiss they’d shared. Monty’s warning about Blake’s trustworthiness — or lack thereof — was still ringing in her head. And she still wasn’t sure how much of Blake’s interest in her was real and how much of it was part of Edward Pierson’s grand plan.

“I don’t know,” she replied, ducking the invitation. “It’s been a pretty crazy week. I’m really dragging — ”

“Too much sledding? Or too much, too soon?” he interrupted.

“Both.” She abandoned evasiveness and went straight for honesty. “I’ve got a demanding career. I’m not used to nonstop social engagements topping off my hectic workdays. I’m also not used to being on acute emotional overload from so many different sources at once.”

“And I’m one of those sources.”

“Yes.”

“Good. Then I know I got to you.”

Silence.

“If it makes you feel better, you got to me, too,” he added.

Yes, it made her feel better. She wished it didn’t.

“I have to go, Blake. I’ve got patients waiting. And you’ve got a business to run.”

“Fair enough.” Clearly, he wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Here’s the deal. I’ll let you off the hook for tonight. But tomorrow’s Friday. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“I’m working Saturday.”

“So am I. That doesn’t change the fact that it’s the weekend. We need some downtime.”

“Downtime,” Devon repeated, her tone amused. “Let me guess — a rematch of our snowball fight?”

“Nope. A quiet evening at home for two tired workaholics. I’ll cook. I make a mean poached salmon with dill sauce.

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