Page 94 of The Woman Left Behind

I was seeing why he was so good at what he did for a living.

I was also reminded how new we were, because we hadn’t gotten to the point of talking about things like this.

Or, I hadn’t.

“I dated someone not too long ago. We were together for a while. I was ready for more. He’d been burned pretty bad by someone else, and he wasn’t. I think I got too pushy and that’s when things ended.”

“How long were you together?”

“A year and a half.”

His face softened. “That’s not too long to start to get pushy, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t think so,” I mumbled.

“Who was it?”

My body gave a slight jerk, because he’d told me he was friends with Doc Riggs.

And Doc Riggs shared something important in common with my ex-boyfriend.

“Stormy Tennant,” I told him.

“Ah,” he replied.

But yeah.

Ah.

Stormy had totally been screwed over by a woman, as had Doc Riggs, seeing as it was the same woman who screwed them both over.

They each got something really good out of it. But even so, what she did was unconscionable.

“I liked him a lot.” And thought I’d loved him, but I was reconsidering that these days. “But I got it.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed. “Though I feel for him about why he’d be skittish to commit, and it led him to doing something stupid, like letting a fantastic woman slip through his fingers. But I’m feeling selfish, so I’m glad he did.”

Right.

Time to kiss him and do it hard.

I threw myself at him and did just that.

We were still doing it when my doorbell rang.

“That’s probably Rus with the dogs,” he muttered against my lips.

That would be the only thing I’d be glad forced us to stop necking. Animals made a home.

I totally needed to hit the rescue.

Harry took my hand, led me to the front door, and he was right. He opened it and a very handsome man I knew was the FBI guy who came to deal with the Brittanie Iverson murder and then stayed, stood there next to Lucinda Bonner’s adorable daughter.

The girl had hold of Lucy’s leash. The man had Smokey’s and Linus’s.

All three of the dogs were straining toward their daddy.

“Come in,” Harry invited as he shuffled us out of the way.

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