See! He likes you,” Natalie said triumphantly.
I stared down at the scrawny scrap of fur cautiously sniffing my hand.
“He doesn’t like me. He thinks I’m going to feed him.”
“Now who’s being a cynic? Anyway, every bookstore should have a cat.”
The cat -- assuming it was a cat and not some beige bug-eyed refugee from outer space -- slunk uneasily down the counter, and flinched at the flutter of Mystery Scene pages as a gust of warm air blew in from the street.
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He said you were on the scene when that Laurel Canyon homicide went down.”
“I’m lucky that way,” I said.
“So are you two square again?”
I halted, mid-ripping open the cookies, and stared at him. “Well, he’s pretty square,” I said. “I’m just a rectangular guy.” With latent triangular tendencies.
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Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.”
“I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.
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You're crazy about me, Elliot ..."
"You know how I know, Elliot?" ...
"I know how you feel because I feel the same way.
He was breathing, which is always a good sign.
As gently as I could I picked him up, placed him on the towel, wrapped it around him, and put him in my car. I drove to the emergency clinic, the cat purring on the seat beside me.
“What’s his name?” the young man at the front desk asked as my towel and cat were whisked to a back room.
“Uh…John Tomkins,” I said.
“That’s different,” the receptionist said, writing it down.
“He was a pirate,” I said. “I mean Tomkins. I don’t know about the cat.
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And yet there was something about his strength, his arrogance, his sheer size that got under my skin. He probably couldn't even spell vanilla. He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.
Josh LanyonI determinedly weaved my way through the crowd, hauling my medical apparatus behind me like my little red wagon.
Josh LanyonTo find them all in one package...well, perhaps better not to dwell on his package in my fragile state.
Josh LanyonHe scooped up Victoria practically before she hit the ground, well within the five-second rule. If she'd been a potato chip, he could have still eaten her. Not something I particularly wanted to contemplate.
Josh LanyonHey, its not much of a closet is it?"
"No. Its not. I don't like closets. Life's to short to spend hiding in the dark.
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