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  him leave.

  With one last long look, he nodded, and then was gone.

  She stared down at Beans as she let all the air out of her lungs. “What now?”

  “Mew,” Beans said.

  “Right.” Baby steps. She headed straight to the kitchen, specifically the freezer, grabbing a big wooden spoon on the way. She had a date, after all. A threesome with Ben & Jerry. Then she’d take a long shower, go to bed, and figure the rest out in the morning.

  Baby steps.

  Five

  Dell rose before dawn. Not that he was a morning person by choice. Nope, if left to his own devices, he would stay up all night, but these days he had early morning responsibilities.

  Of his own making, at least. He’d made this life for himself. He’d bled and sweated for it.

  And he loved it.

  But as he rolled out of bed at the asscrack of dawn and into a shower, he’d have given his left nut for a few more hours since he hadn’t fallen asleep until an hour ago.

  Couldn’t, not when he kept reliving the look on Jade’s face from the night before.

  Mindless terror. That’s what he’d seen when she’d torn out of his parking lot.

  It’d been so different from anything he’d ever seen from the coolly poised woman who sat running his world every day that it’d taken a moment to compute.

  It’d been all he’d thought about all night, the image of her beautiful face, pale and stricken. She’d collected herself somewhat by the time he’d gotten to her loft, but when she’d opened the door he could practically feel the vibrations from the trembling she was trying so desperately to control.

  Her fake bravado had broken his heart. What the fuck had happened to her? He’d stepped inside, intending to get answers, but one look at her face had told him no answers were going to be forthcoming.

  And then she’d looked at his mouth. He’d read her thoughts and body language as clearly as if she’d spoken out loud. She hadn’t wanted to discuss what was wrong, but for that single beat at least, she’d been amiable to losing herself in his arms.

  Not much shocked him these days, but that had. All this time and she’d never expressed an interest in him that way. In fact, she’d gone out of her way to make sure he understood that she wasn’t attracted to him.

  Until two nights ago after Crystal’s. In the cab of his truck, giving each other mouth to mouth, everything had changed.

  And then changed again when she’d vowed to ignore their connection.

  Neither of them seemed to be capable of that, but not for lack of trying. “Come on, Gert,” he told the still sleeping St. Bernard. “Let’s hit it.”

  Gertie closed her eyes. Her version of possum. She wasn’t a morning creature, either.

  “If you don’t get up, you won’t get a cookie.”

  Gertie scrambled to her feet. Dell drove to Belle Haven and parked next to a freshly washed, shiny truck, its interior so squeaky clean he could have eaten off the dash.

  Adam’s.

  It’d been the military to drum home that neatness in his brother, but Dell didn’t have the same compulsion. His truck was covered in a fine layer of dust on the outside and Gertie hair on the inside.

  The front door of the center was locked, lights off. Alarm on. The security system was being upgraded this week, a direct response to the vet clinic robberies.

  It wasn’t going to be his place they hit next. Or if it was, he’d be prepared. Once upon a time he might have been an easy mark but those days were long over.

  It was an hour before any of his staff would show up, and as he knew Adam had, he walked around back.

  He kept their horses, Reno and Kiwi, here. Dell handled most of the day to day care of them, but on this foggy morning as he made his way to the pens, only one equine head appeared to pop through the fog as she neighed a soft greeting.

  Kiwi.

  Reno and Adam were gone. “Aw, you got left behind,” he said, laughing when she butted her face to his chest, knocking him back a step, letting him know what she thought of being deserted.

  Kiwi always played hard-ass. “Much like another woman in my life,” he said.

  Kiwi snorted and searched his pockets. When she found the apple, she softened her limpid eyes and batted her lashes.

  Her version of the femme fatale.

  He laughed again when she ate it nearly whole and then burped in his face. “If only you were all so easy.” Saddling her up, he rode into the nearby hills, where as a boy he’d gone to be invisible instead of the easy, skinny, scrawny target he’d once been.

  He rode hard, grateful to not be on foot as he mostly had been in those years, trying to outrun his demons.

  Halfway back, he ran into Adam and Reno.

  At a wordless command, Adam halted Reno and studied Dell’s face. He said nothing, just arched a brow in query.

  It was rare, extremely rare, that Adam beat Dell into Belle Haven.

  “Overslept,” Dell said.

  Or not slept at all.

  Adam just looked at him and Dell sighed. “Everything’s fine.”

  With a nod, Adam urged Reno onward.

  “Good talk,” Dell muttered, and followed.

  They made it to the center a good half hour before any patients were due. Normally Dell cut it closer than that, but Jade always came at exactly seven thirty and he wanted to be there when she arrived.

  Assuming she would arrive this morning.

  But as he walked Kiwi onto the property, she pulled in, and he knew a moment of unrelenting relief. He hadn’t realized until that very moment exactly how afraid he’d been that she might simply vanish as mysteriously as she’d arrived.

  Going to happen sooner or later, he reminded himself. Because no matter what had set her off last night, she was temporary here. She’d been telling him that since the day she’d walked in with his help-wanted ad in hand.

  She got out of her car and hesitated. Their gazes met for one long, charged moment.

  “Well, that’s new,” Adam said.

  Dell ignored this comment as he dismounted.

  Adam slid off Reno at the same time and casually grabbed the reins from Dell’s hand. He didn’t say anything more, just led the horses away.

  Jade reached into her backseat for Beans’s carrier, then headed across the parking lot toward him. Hard to tell what she was thinking behind her big, dark Hollywood glasses.

  All he’d managed to piece together about last night was that fourteen-year-old deaf and slightly mentally handicapped Timmy, had run by her, wearing a mask.

  At the sight of it, Jade had completely lost it.

  Clearly she’d found it again because she walked right past him now and into the office, her usual implacable self.

  The phone was ringing as he followed on her heels and she answered it while unbuttoning her jacket and slipping out of it.

  She left her glasses on.

  “Belle Haven,” she said, the phone in the crook of her neck as she gathered her hair up and held it there with two tongue depressors, the kind he had in small jars in each exam room.

  She wore a black wraparound top, tied with a neat bow over her hip, and black pinstriped trousers. The sophistication was broken by the kick-ass boots with the stiletto heels and the pin above her breast in the shape of a dog cookie that said: REAL DOCTORS TREAT MORE THAN ONE SPECIES.

  She looked both prim and outrageously sexy as she let Beans out, and Dell’s brain stuttered and twitched. His dick also twitched, but he ignored both responses.

  “He just walked in,” she assured the person on the phone, not looking his way as she uncovered Peanut and booted up the computer. “We’ll work you in before he heads into surgery. No problem, see you then.” She hung up and nearly plowed into Gertie, who wasn’t at her usual spot but standing very close to Jade staring up at her.

  “Gertie,” Jade admonished. “Out of my way, please.”

  Gertie stayed at attention, still staring up at Jade, and the