Page 1140 of One More Kiss

“You’re not going to call?”

“You don’t call Al and Peggy Fishbein. Not if you actually want to get through.” I waved my hand through the air and covered all the cages with their covers and sheets so the animals wouldn’t freak out. “Their phones are all enchanted to reroute you. They only have them to call out. You kind of have to go in person to get to them.”

“And I’m going to go out on a limb and guess they’re not big on answering the door if they don’t recognize you, right?”

“They’re not too big on people knowing where their door is unless they recognize them. I didn’t get an introduction until my second year running the shop.” I called my coat over to myself and slipped it on. “Luckily, they don’t live too far away.”

“I have a truck.”

“It’s a beautiful winter’s day and you want to drive? Madness.” I held the door open for him and locked it behind me. Was I being practical or was I taking the chance to look at Officer Maxwell’s butt?

Looking at his butt was, in fact, a practical concern of mine. One and the same.

And just like the rest of the good officer’s outfit, the acid-washed jeans were…not exactly screaming “cop,” but were definitely screaming about how hot he was.

Hot enough it would almost be worth owning up to those questionably legal dragon eggs just so he’d slap some cuffs on me and growl in my ear.

It was possible I had an unrealistic idea of what getting arrested would actually be like.

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