Sheeshand now he was going to make her cry. She took a few calming breaths and started her car, backing out and heading toward the grocery store..
Everything was going to work out fine. As she drove off, she noticed Kellan standing there watching her.
She wondered what riding an FBI agent would feel like?
No. Nope.
You are not going there, Arabella.
10
Arabella drove home from the grocery store with a small smile on her face.
She loved it here. Loved that she was free from everything. She’d spoken to Pop-Pop last night and he was having the time of his life. Even with Mrs. Owens sniffing every time she saw him.
Turning into her driveway, she noticed the police car sitting in her driveway. She tensed as she saw someone peering into a window.
Shit.
Had something happened? Parking, she jumped out of her car and that’s when she heard it.
Or him. Horse.
Oh no. Was he the reason that there was a sheriff’s deputy on her porch?
“Um, hi,” she said nervously.
“Hey,” he said back. “Do you live here?”
“Yes, I’m Arabella. Can I help you?” She winced as Horse started up his cry again. “Actually, let me just let Horse out.”
“Horse?” he asked.
“Yeah, Horse is my dog. He’s the one making the noise.”
“That’s a dog making that noise?” he asked in surprise. “The neighbors called the station claiming that someone was being killed.”
“I’m so sorry. Really, really sorry.” She attempted to run up the stairs and tripped on them, nearly falling. But the deputy reached out to grab hold of her arm, helping her. For some reason, his touch made her feel a bit weird and she snatched her arm back as soon as she could. “Sorry. Sorry.”
“Always happy to help out a pretty lady,” he said with what he probably thought was a cute smile.
Instead it just seemed . . . slimy.
“I, um, right. I get clumsy when I’m nervous and rushing.” When she took her time and guarded her emotions she found she was far less klutzy.
“Clumsy can be cute.”
Right. She wasn’t sure anyone had ever called her cute before.
Horse let out another mournful howl.
“Sorry. Let me get him.” She walked more carefully this time, aware that the deputy was right behind her. Was it necessary for him to follow her that closely?
“Um, you might want to give him some space,” she warned as she opened the door.
Horse barrelled out and took one look at the deputy before growling.
“Jesus! Is that thing part wolf?” the deputy said, taking a step back and his hand going toward his belt.
