I’m going to be honest—I wouldn’t trust anyone else.”
She sighed. “Why do you have to be so—you.”
He chuckled. “I’m not sure what that means, but do you agree with me?”
“The story is already compromised because you do strange things to me, Lieutenant Michaels.”
He lifted her chin with his fingers and waited. She nodded her approval.
“Strange things?”
“Yes,” she said softly. “I always seem to be too warm when you’re around.”
“Hmm. Maybe you have a fever.” He held the back of his hand to her forehead. Then let his fingers trail down her cheek. He leaned in to kiss her.
Harley let loose with a harsh bark.
They broke apart chuckling.
A giant head was eye level with them. Harley’s paws were up on the tailgate, and she gave them a look that said break it up.
“I think she’s hungry,” Macy suggested. “I should feed her.”
The dog grumbled.
“Do you mind if I help?”
Macy pursed her lips.
“Hands off, I promise. I won’t touch you again until you ask me.”
“This isn’t a good idea,” she said.
“What? Feeding your dog? Surely she would disagree.”
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