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“Yes,” I said, afraid to look away from the scary-acting werewolf. “I’ll be fine.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Go!” Billy Bob commanded.
I jerked out of his grip. “Christ on a cracker, Doc! Will you calm down?” I thumped his solid, puffed out chest with the back of my hand. “Just chill a second.” I turned to Dominic. “I really am okay. You have business, so you should go do it.”
“Are we still on for lunch Sunday?” he asked, glaring at Billy Bob and not looking at me.
“Yes,” I told him. “I’ll meet you at one o’clock at the Blonde Bear Cafe.”
Unexpectedly, he relaxed and gave me a dazzling smile. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed my fingers. “It’s a date.”
The rumble coming from Billy Bob made my stomach flip.
“Okay.” I took my hand back. “You better get on now. I’ll see you later.”
He gave Billy Bob one last look. “Count on it.”
Oh, hell. I rolled my eyes as I turned around to face the angry lycan.
“What game are you playing, Chavvah?”
“I’m not playing any game. What the hell is wrong with you?”
His jaw worked back and forth. I shivered remembering this morning’s kiss. Wowza. I’d never seen this man so enraged, and frankly, it made his stupid ass even sexier. Ack!
“Why are you down here on the Riverfront?” he asked.
I shook the giant giraffe at him, its knobby horns flopping forward with its head. “Is this an interrogation? Because the last time I checked you hadn’t been deputized.” It pissed me off that he was making this so personal. There was another murder. It could be a friend or a neighbor for all we knew, and he wanted to know what I was doing? How about if we figured out what the killer was doing instead?
“I don’t want—” He bit off whatever word he was going to say when foxy Bethany caught up to us.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she said. Her long, thick black eyelashes fluttered.
Billy Bob replaced his angry expression with a placid look of congeniality. “I’m right here.” He gritted out a smile.
I ground my teeth with irritation. He must have noticed a change in my demeanor because he looked smug for a second. “Bethany, can you give Ms. Trimmel and me a moment to converse? It won’t take but a tick.”
Her damsel in distress act faltered for a moment, and I could see the cunning in her eyes as she examined me up and down. Then she filled her face with innocence again and tilted her head back to look at him. “Of course,” she said. She tapped his chin. “Just don’t take too long, you hear?”
“Oh, I hear,” he said.
When she walked away, he didn’t seem near as angry anymore. Crap. He liked Bethany. I pissed him off, and she calmed him down. This was just more proof of how un-right we were for each other, even if he had almost managed to practically give me an orgasm with just a kiss. Okay. Not just a kiss. Damn, why did kissing Billy Bob have to feel so freaking good?
“Did you hear about Ed?”
Well, at least he wasn’t asking me what the hell I was doing anymore. “Yes. I was with Ruth when Ed came home.”
“It’s good.” He nodded, his silver hair falling over his shoulders. “It’s good it wasn’t him.”
I nodded my agreement. A woman walked past us, a jar of chipped sassafras in her hand. “Do you still have the body at your clinic?” I wanted to tell him about what I smelled, see if the new victim carried the same scent.
“Yes,” he said, his expression wary. He took my hand. “Chavvah, promise me you’ll be careful.”
His concern ruffled my calm exterior. “I will,” I said. “You too.”
I don’t know who was more surprised when he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. A zinging tingle zipped up and down my spine, and my sexy bits begged for mercy. My hands pressed against his chest and curled against his pecs. The man tasted like an exotic dessert.
I didn’t want to, but my eyes closed of their own bidding as I leaned into the kiss, my lips parting for him in an invitation to claim. He pulled back, staring down at me, his eyes blazing with intensity.
“I have to go,” he said. His voice was rough and thick. “The body…”
“Yes, yes,” I panted. “The body.” I stepped back to put distance between us. “I…I have to go too.” I turned on my heel, big cumbersome giraffe in hand, and walked away as fast as my jelly legs would carry me.
Damn it. I hadn’t told him about the sassafras!
