She was hosing down outdoor kennels. Dogs of various breeds and sizes were barking happily, pacing in runs, leaping up and down, or putting their faces in full bowls of food or water. Her short black hair clung to her forehead, and a damp spot was visible between her shoulder blades. This was not a woman afraid of hard work, he thought with reluctant admiration.
Definitely not his type.
Neither did she seem a likely murder suspect. As she worked, she chatted with the dogs around her, taking the time to give each one a piece of her undivided attention. She was unusual, no doubt about that, but she was also kind.
The kennel area was small, well-maintained and clean. The dogs didnt appear to be wasting away or suffering unduly, not that he was any expert in the care of animals. When she turned to wheel a loaded cart of empty dishes back inside, she startled, noticed him standing there for the first time.
The precariously loaded tray wobbled, and several stainless steel bowls came crashing down. As he bent to help her pick them up, his fingertips grazed across hers when they reached for the same bowl.
She froze. Having taken off her gloves, for reasons unknown, the contact with her bare skin seemed to jolt her.
To be honest, he wasnt immune to it, either. The quick flash of heat, and matching spark in her eyes, made sensual awareness sizzle down his spine. Never had he experienced such a strong reaction to a fleeting, purely innocent touch.
Maybe that was why she wore latex-the slightest brush against her flesh had the power to bring a man to his knees. Hed figured her for an extreme germaphobe, an obsessive-compulsive, or just a kooky, off-center chick.
Sorry, he said, because she seemed affronted. She thought hed done it on purpose, he realized. Straightening, he set the bowl atop the cart.
Without a word, she pushed the cart into the back door of the facility and dumped the dishes into an industrial-size sink. Grabbing a pair of yellow rubber gloves from a drawer, she shoved her trembling hands into them and hit the faucet handle.
Do you know Candace Hegel?
No, she said, adding a stingy amount of dish soap to the rising water.
What about the dog? Did he come here for boarding?
No.
How can you be so sure?
I know my clients.
You remember every dog whos ever come in here?
Id remember that one, she said, shutting off the faucet.
He conceded her point. The news report didnt give his name.
She began scrubbing furiously, drawing his attention to the way her breasts moved beneath the soft cotton T-shirt. That dog is a blue roan. Its an obvious choice.
With some effort, he lifted his eyes to her face. Whats a blue roan?
The color of his coat. Its like calling a black dog Blackie. An easy guess.
Marc was annoyed with himself for asking an important question while he was distracted. He couldnt tell if she was lying. Do you know something youre not telling me? he asked, crowding her a little. Sure enough, that got her attention.
Back off, she said, narrowing her eyes.
He didnt move. Id be a fool not to consider your behavior suspicious.
She was breathing heavily, from the exertion of her duties, which she performed with brisk efficiency, and the implied threat in his words. But what he saw in her smoky-gray eyes wasnt just guilt or fear. It was desire.
As her chest rose again, his gaze dropped to her breasts, and the hard points of her nipples, jutting against the soft cloth.
In that moment, he felt very masculine and very powerful.
Oh, get over yourself, Lieutenant, she said, disgusted, shoving away from the sink. Just because I look like- she gestured to herself -this, and you look like- she waved her hand at him -that, you think Im going to fall all over you?
He opened his mouth to protest then closed it.
Go dominate one of your dumb blondes, she added, leaving him standing there.
Marc couldnt decide what astounded him more: her low assessment of her own attributes, or her scathingly accurate critique of his.
Following her, he started to ask how she knew him before he realized it was an admission. Shaking his head, he tried to get back on track. Why do you wear those gloves?
Because I work with animals, she said. Its very unsanitary not to. Proving it, she removed a litter box from a roomy cat cage.
You werent wearing them outside.
I dont wear them when I hose down kennels. Water is clean enough.
Maybe Ill ask Dr. Vincent, he said softly.
Go ahead, she said, the panic in her expression belying her bravado. Im eccentric. Its not a crime.
Well see, he promised, pleased to have regained the upper hand.
After parking in the covered garage all the units on the block shared, Sidney trudged down the sidewalk to her house, feeling defeated, confused and exhilarated.
Her life must have been getting particularly monotonous lately for her to enjoy any part of being a witness and suspect in a kidnapping-murder case.
Guilt was a major factor in her unease. If shed been completely honest, she might have been able to help the investigation. To do so would have made Marc Cruz even more suspicious. He had disbeliever written all over him.
Throwing herself down on her green futon couch, she considered the handsome detective. When hed touched her, she hadnt been swept away by a tidal wave of psychic impressions; shed been completely distracted by physical sensation. His hand on her bare skin was like a match striking flame.
Then shed noticed him studying her clinically, assessing her reaction, and she was taken back into her own memory, to a time when boys at school had poked and prodded at her just to watch her squirm.
Reaching into her back pocket, she found his card. It was a simple, cream-colored rectangle with black lettering, offering only his name, rank, department and phone number. Tracing her fingertips over the surface, she couldnt get more of a read on him than she had before, a vague feeling that she wasnt his type. The insulting remark shed made about him preferring biddable blondes was an educated guess.
And a direct hit, judging by his expression.
She never knew when a psychic flash would hit her. Every time she reached out to touch someone, or something, she did so with trepidation. Usually the insights revealed to her were as mundane as a mental grocery list, and often she saw nothing at all, but every once in a while she was assaulted by ugly thoughts, dark musings people hid from others and words better left unsaid. The experience was discomforting, to say the least.
It was kind of like shaking hands with a clown and getting zapped by one of those gag buzzers. The anticipation of the shock left her on pins and needles.
Sidney tossed the card on the coffee table, rested her cheek on a throw pillow and wondered what to do with the rest of the afternoon. She kept the kennel closed on Sunday, and although she went in twice to feed and clean, it was her lightest day. Sometimes the free hours loomed rather than beckoned.
Marley jumped on her back and began a vigorous kneading, cheering her. At the same time, she became aware of a strange sound emanating from the kitchen.
Whats that? she asked, lifting her head.
Marley kept digging her soft paws into her back.
Sidney clambered off the couch, sending the cat sprawling. It was the answering machine. She pushed the blinking button with relish.
Sid? Are you there? The kids are driving me crazy about going to the beach. Call my cell when you get this. Bye.
Her sister hardly ever brought her daughters over to visit. It was one of the great sorrows of Sidneys life. Picking up the phone, she dialed Samanthas number from memory.
Hello? her sister answered in a low-pitched voice.
Its me.
Sidney? The sultry tone disappeared. Are you home?
Yes.
Thank God. Were parking right now. The girls are wild today.
Sidney couldnt hear any background noise to corroborate that statement. Taylor and Dakota were the most sedate children imaginable.
With no further explanation, Samantha hung up.
Sidney raced upstairs to change, giddy at the prospect of spending time with her nieces, the last of her close relatives who didnt cringe away from her touch. On impulse, she rummaged through her bedroom closet until she found the bikini her sister had given her as a birthday gift last summer.
Tearing off the tags, she shimmied into it, checking her reflection in the mirror to make sure the fabric covered all of the required parts. The bikini showed a lot more skin than the serviceable black Speedo she usually wore, in a way that was far more flattering.
It was a perfect fit, actually. Stylish and sexy, like the clothes Samantha favored. So why had Sidney never worn it before?
When the doorbell rang, she ran downstairs to greet the girls with open arms. They hugged her dutifully, with a lack of enthusiasm that was more a product of their raising than a reflection of their true feelings for her. She hoped.
Hey, sis, Samantha said, gracing her with an air kiss and a wooden smile.
Sidney tried to ignore the painful twist in the middle of her chest. Her sisters rejections werent personal, but they hurt all the same.
The girls fawned over Marley for a few moments before returning to their mother. Can we go to the beach now, Mommy? Dakota asked, tugging on the edge of Samanthas gauzy skirt. Please?
You see how they are? Samantha said, taking off her designer sunglasses. Beneath the lenses, her vivid blue eyes were bloodshot.
Sometimes I can hardly catch my breath.
At seven and eight, the girls required a lot of attention, no matter how quiet and well-behaved they were. Samantha relied heavily on the help of a live-in nanny, as her husband, Greg, was almost never home.
She was still recovering from the ordeal of having two babies in rapid succession.
Sidney winked at Taylor, who giggled. Why dont you girls grab a drink from the fridge before we go? I have lemonade.
Dakota blinked up at Samantha. Can we, Mommy?
When she waved them away, they both squealed, more excited by the prospect of refined sugar than an outing with their Aunt Sidney.
Im off to the loo, Samantha said, sashaying toward the bathroom, a sleek leather clutch clasped in her expertly manicured, expensively jeweled hand. Sidney didnt need any special abilities to predict her sister was going in there to pop another pill.