Take a Chance on Me (66 page)

"Help with what?" she asked, suddenly a bit more inclined to protect herself. She stepped back again.

"A couple things, actually." He took another step up.

"What things?"

"My dog, for one. I think that ugly little fu—uh, fellow—just might be able to identify a murderer."

"So you are some kind of cop! I knew it!"

"I'm a lawyer. That part wasn't a lie. But your instincts were right on. I do specialized work within the criminal justice system—for the state police. It's pretty complicated."

"Oh, I just bet it is," she said with a snort. It seemed everything about Thomas Tobin was pretty complicated.

"But I'll tell you all about it."

"I can't wait. So what else?" She took a step back. "You mean besides Hairy?" Thomas took a step up and pressed close, bringing his body a hairsbreadth from hers. Emma could feel the heat lightning shooting out from him again, but didn't have the wherewithal to move. She'd lost the ability to resist, probably because her bones had turned to overcooked pasta in his heat.

"Well, Emma, I think I'm suffering from a lack of something in my life."

"Really?" Emma's eyes widened. "Iron? B-twelve?" It damn sure wasn't testosterone.