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The back door opened again and Matthews came in, followed by the four dogs.

  “Don’t let them into the living room, there’s glass all over.” Lucy moved around Zack to stop them, while Matthews watched her with great appreciation.

  “Okay, that’s it,” Zack said. “Excuse us.” He pushed Lucy into the dining room and picked up her jeans. “Get dressed. And you, sit,” he said to the dogs who obediently sat down in a row, Pete a beat behind the rest. Then he picked Lucy up and carried her through the living room to the bottom of the stairs, crunching glass as he went. “Go,” he said, putting her on the bottom step. “And don’t come down again until you’re wearing shoes.”

  “The dogs,” she said, but there were more people coming through the front windows, so she turned and ran upstairs while Zack watched, scowling.

  Then he went back to the dining room and carried the dogs to the stairs, one by one, while Lucy stood at the top and called to them, shutting them in the attic so they wouldn’t go back down. Maxwell, Heisenburg, and Pete enjoyed the trip, but Einstein weighed about eighty pounds and was not happy about being carried. Several people in the forensics unit applauded when Zack finally got him to the stairs.

  Lucy called to Einstein and then grinned down at Zack, and he forgot to be mad. “It’s a good thing you’re cute,” he told her, still scowling for effect.

  Then he turned back to the mess in the living room.

  “Somebody doesn’t like you much,” one of the technicians said. “Three .38s, right through the front windows.”

  “I don’t like him much, either,” Zack said. “The difference is, I’m the good guy and I’m going to win.”

  ANTHONY STOOD WITH Zack in the wreckage of the living room when everyone else had left.

  “This doesn’t make sense,” Zack said. “We could have been killed. This wasn’t a scare thing. This guy wanted us dead. Or at least me dead. He may not have seen Lucy stripping in the dining room. It was dark in there and he was looking through lace curtains. He was shooting at me.”

  Anthony turned to him, interested. “Lucy was stripping?”

  “Yeah. This guy is one hell of a chaperon.” Zack scowled. “This was not John Bradley. This was Bradley Porter. Whether John Bradley read about the bonds or not, this was Bradley Porter.”

  Anthony shook his head. “You’ve got Bradley Porter on the brain. This is our same guy, trying to scare Lucy out. I’m going to lean on the paper on this one. The bonds, two bombs, and all Lucy’s windows gone should be newsworthy enough for the front page.”

  “It won’t matter. It was Bradley Porter,” Zack said. “I’ll make sure Lucy doesn’t go to work tomorrow, just in case. But it was Bradley Porter.”

  IT WAS ALMOST TWO before Zack crawled into bed beside Lucy, shoving Maxwell and Heisenburg aside and waking her from an uneasy sleep.

  “Move,” he said. “I’m freezing.”

  Lucy, still foggy with sleep, rolled against him, wrapping her warmth around him, and the three smaller dogs settled against his back and across his feet. When he put his arm around her, he could feel Einstein radiating heat against her back.

  “You okay?” Lucy asked groggily.

  “As long as I don’t try to move. It’s a little crowded in here.” He put his cheek against her hair and held her close. “I’m sorry I scared you, honey.”

  “Me, too,” Lucy said sleepily. “Don’t do it again. Although I guess it makes us even.”

  “How’s that?”

  “I scared you last Saturday, you scared me today. We’re even.”

  “No, we’re not. You took ten years off my life to have your hair done. I went after a dangerous criminal. We’ll never be even.”

  “Oh, have it your own way.” Lucy shifted a little against him. “Have you got enough room?”

  Maxwell put his cold nose against Zack’s neck and made him shudder. “We’ve got to get a bigger bed.” Zack shoved the dog down away from his neck. “Or maybe we could get the kids their own room. What do you think?”

  Lucy put her cheek against his chest and held him tightly. “You know, for a while, I thought I’d never have you like this again. And I decided then, if I got you back, I’d make every minute with you count.”

  Zack lost his breath, both because of her warmth and because of the ache in her voice. “Every minute, huh? You planning on a lot of these minutes?”

  “Every one I can get.” Lucy began to kiss her way down his neck.

  The dogs spent the rest of the night on the floor.

  THEIR FIRST MONDAY argument started at six-thirty in the bathroom when Zack realized Lucy was still planning on going to work.

  “Somebody just shot out your windows,” he said, his mouth full of toothpaste while he watched her towel her hair dry. “You could have been killed.”

  “Well, in that case, it makes sense that I go to work.” Lucy spread the towel neatly over the shower rod to dry. “Why stick around someplace where somebody shoots at you?”

  She tried to move past him, but he caught at the back of her robe, stopping her.

  “Luce, it’s too dangerous—”

  She shook her head. “I’m going to school. That’s final. Whoever wants in here doesn’t want me, he wants the key, and the paper’s going to print the story on the safe-deposit box today now that the windows have been shot out. It’s over.”

  “But the shots last night—”

  Lucy got away from him by slipping out of her robe and walking out of the bathroom naked.

  “Hey,” he called after her. “I was saying something important.” He dropped the robe, rinsed the toothpaste out of his mouth, and hung up his toothbrush next to Lucy’s. Remember to propose again today, he thought. Find a new approach. Then he followed her into her bedroom.

  She was wearing pink cotton underwear, and as he walked in, she pulled a fuzzy pink sweater over her head.

  “If you think you’re going to win all the arguments from now on just by being naked,” Zack told her, “you’re probably right.”

  Lucy pulled her sweater the rest of the way down and laughed, her face lit from inside with love for him.

  “At least let me meet you here after school,” he said.

  “Thank you. I’d like that.” She turned and bent to pick up her skirt from the bed.

  “How long do you have for lunch?” Zack asked, enjoying the view. “We could…”

  “Half an hour and no, we couldn’t.” Lucy turned back to him. “I get off at three-thirty. Can you wait that long?” She bent over again to step into her skirt.

  “Just exactly that long. I’ll have to speed coming home.” He reached for her as she zipped up her skirt, and she came into his arms, soft and warm and laughing again, and he held her close and thought, We can’t let go of this. Whatever happens, we’ve got to keep this.

  “I’M RUNNING LATE,” Zack said half an hour later as he let the dogs out for their morning run. He was wearing a tailored shirt and a tie, and Lucy marvelled again at what an adult he looked like when he was well dressed.

  “What?” Zack said. “You’re staring at me. What?”

  She leaned back against the sink and surveyed him carefully. “I was admiring you. You look very…adult. Sophisticated. Mature. It’s a good look for you.”

  Zack scowled. “Don’t say ‘mature.”’

  “I like the tie. It turns me on.”

  “A tie turns you on?” Zack shook his head. “You are sick.”

  “Well, I’ll try to control myself.” Lucy turned back to the sink.

  Zack turned her around and bent her back in his arms. “Never control yourself.” He kissed her long and hard, and Lucy leaned into him, drowning in the heat from his mouth on hers. When he finally let her go, he grabbed his keys and his jacket and then pulled her to him again. “We have a date at three-thirty, babe,” he said. “Don’t dress.” Then he kissed her quickly and went out the door.

  Maybe I’ll propose this afternoon, Lucy thought. At about four-thirty.