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      “Would you like some water?” Detective Lacy asked after an uncomfortable silence. “A soda?”

      “No, thanks,” Sidney said, tucking her gloved hands under the table, annoyed with Lieutenant Cruz for scrutinizing her so blatantly. He was one of those effortlessly handsome men who made her feel sloppy, awkward and unkempt.

      He was taller than she was, and his clothes fit him perfectly, hinting at a nicely formed physique. Even motionless, he managed to convey grace and power. His features were well-arranged but unyielding, showing no trace of softness or compassion. He might have appeared cold if not for his coloring. His skin was dark, his hair a rich, warm brown and his eyes a shade lighter, like smooth Kentucky whiskey or strong iced tea.

      With brown hair, skin and eyes, and a tobacco-brown suit, he should have looked average, even drab. He didn’t. There was an elusive quality about him that probably intrigued women, a dangerous edge that excited them, and an overall appeal she couldn’t describe but responded to nevertheless. He was also quite young, in his early thirties at the most, although he appeared worldly rather than naive.

      Staring back at him, Sidney was uncomfortably aware of how long it had been since she’d hazarded the perils of a man’s touch.

      Lieutenant Cruz must have decided the interview was over, because he stood abruptly. Lacy followed suit, so Sidney rose to her feet as well.

      “If you think of anything else,” he said, holding out a card with his name and number on it, “feel free to call.”

      She took it from him gingerly, not allowing his fingers to brush over hers, and shoved it in her pocket. “What are you going to do with him?”

      “The dog? Process him for trace.”

      “And then?”

      He shrugged. “Turn him over to the pound, unless his owner or another family member comes to claim him.”

      “If they don’t, will you call me?” Sidney posed this question to Detective Lacy, deciding she was the more amenable officer. “I’d hate to see him put down.” Large, mean-looking dogs were rarely placed in good homes.

      “Absolutely,” she promised as they walked out together.

      “Is Gina working today?” Lieutenant Cruz asked Detective Lacy.

      “Yep.”

      “Why don’t you go sweet-talk her into meeting us over there?”

      “You don’t want help with the dog?” she asked with a slight smile.

      “Why would I?” he returned.

      “Whatever you say, Marcos,” she said, punching him lightly on the shoulder before she ambled away. Sidney watched her go, feeling a spark of envy for the basic human ability to touch another person in kindness, humor or affection.

      Detective Lacy’s tone was teasing, but something about what she said bothered him. “Marcos? Is that your real name?”

      “Just Marc,” he replied as he held open the door for her. Ever-cognizant of his proximity, she moved by him carefully, resisting the urge to tell him to call her by her first name, as well. She didn’t want to remind him of her embarrassing refusal to shake his hand upon their initial introduction.

      As they approached the back of her truck, he didn’t make direct eye contact with the dog or do anything else cornered animals considered threatening, but Blue let out a series of rapid barks, gnashing at the grate.

      Lieutenant Cruz didn’t even flinch. “Friendly, isn’t he?”

      She smiled at his dry humor. “Don’t you like dogs?”

      “They don’t like me,” he corrected.

      When she laughed, he turned his head to study her face. He was attracted to her, she realized in a flash of intuition that was more feminine than supernatural. Something must be wrong with him. Men were always put off by her aversion to physical contact.

      “As much as I’d like to wrestle him out of there and into my own vehicle—” he gestured to a champagne-colored Audi with all-leather interior “—I think he’s more comfortable with you. If you don’t mind.”

      “Not at all,” she said. “Where to?”

      “Vincent Veterinary Clinic. You can follow me.”

      “I know where it is,” she said, finding the situation highly ironic.

      She was accompanying Lieutenant Cruz, the first man she wanted to touch her in ages, to see Dr. Vincent, the last man who had.

      Chapter 2

      Vincent Veterinary Clinic was less than a mile from Pacific Pet Hotel. Sidney often took dogs and cats there if they became sick while boarding. In turn, Dr. Vincent recommended her facility to clients, so the business relationship between them was mutually beneficial.

      If only the personal relationship had been.

      Lieutenant Cruz and Detective Lacy met her there, along with another young woman in a white van that said LabTech on the side. While Lacy helped her unload some kind of specialized equipment, Sidney studied the easy interactions between the two women.

      Detective Lacy was petite and compact, with shoulder-length strawberry-blond hair and a smattering of freckles across her nose. The lab tech was taller, but curvy. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail and her uniform neatly pressed.

      Both of them were pretty, smart-looking and confident. Sidney didn’t need to glance in her rearview mirror to know that she didn’t match up.

      She got out of her dusty pickup, a flustered breath ruffling her bangs, and climbed into the back to get Blue. Lieutenant Cruz watched her from a safe distance, and the dog came out readily, allowing her to slip a nylon leash over his head. When he saw Lieutenant Cruz, he growled.

      “Easy, Blue,” she chided, hopping off the tailgate.

      “How did you know his name?” he asked.

      Sidney fumbled for an explanation. “I must have heard it on the news.”

      His gaze caressed her face, reading the lie more easily than she’d told it.

      “Sidney!” Bill exclaimed from the open doorway, saving her from any more awkward questions. “What are you doing here?”

      Bill Vincent was tall and handsome, about ten years older than Sidney, with thinning blond hair and a whipcord build he kept in shape by bicycling on the weekends. He looked casual in a short-sleeved shirt and tan slacks, and he smiled, as if pleased to see her.

      Blue lunged at him, barking.

      “Whoa,” he said with a jittery laugh. “You’ve got a live one there.”

      “Hush,” Sidney ordered.

      Blue sat.

      “We’ll have to sedate him,” Bill remarked to Lieutenant Cruz. Because no introductions were made, Sidney surmised that the two men were already acquainted. Judging by the way they were staring each other down, they weren’t friendly.

      Sidney was surprised. Bill was an easygoing, sociable kind of guy, especially with people he considered influential. He went out of his way to ingratiate himself to others.

      “I’d like to get a blood sample first,” Lieutenant

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