“Good idea.” He watched her scoop kibble into a silver bowl with Jasper’s name engraved on it. She bent over, giving him the opportunity to check out the provocative curve of her cute butt.
“Have you noticed the red bump behind Jasper’s ear?” Adam asked, just to keep the conversation going.
“No. Where is it?” She put down the bowl and Adam set the dog on the floor beside it.
Their gazes collided. He resisted the urge to reach out and touch her soft skin. Take it slow and easy. Let her get to know you.
He almost laughed at himself. When he’d left San Diego for duty in Iraq, he’d been a hard-charger. He would have come on hot and heavy if he’d been attracted to a woman. So much had changed. Not really, he thought. The world was pretty much the same. He was different.
He had more insight now than he’d had back then. He could sense Whitney’s vulnerability. She’d been through a miserable divorce. She wasn’t ready for a man to come on too fast.
Jasper sniffed the kibble but showed no signs of being hungry. Unlike the lovable mutts that Adam had been raised with, Jasper didn’t seem to care much about food. He spent most of his time sleeping or hiding. He was so shy that it was difficult to imagine the dog prancing around a show ring. But what did he know? The only dog show he’d ever seen had been on television and he hadn’t watched the entire program.
Adam reached down and held Jasper by his collar. On the right side beneath the little dog’s ear was a red bump half the size of a dime. “See this?”
Whitney leaned over and her luxuriant hair tumbled forward. He caught a whiff of the rain-fresh scent he remembered from when he’d tackled her. His pulse kicked up a notch. Uh-oh. He did his damnedest to keep his eyes-and mind-on the dog.
Whitney inspected the raised weltlike bump carefully, then leaned back against the counter. “It looks like something irritated him a little. You know, since Chinese cresteds are almost hairless, they are susceptible to skin irritations that don’t bother most dogs. I think we should keep an eye on the bump. If it doesn’t get better, we may want to take him to the vet.”
“Right. Let’s watch it.”
She gazed at him steadily without-she hoped-giving away her inner turmoil. She hadn’t expected him to be at home in the dark house. Be careful, warned an inner voice. Don’t alienate him. Just get away from here. He’d explained why he’d mistaken her for a burglar, but she still couldn’t bring herself to trust him. Maybe it was instinct; maybe it was hearing Trish’s story.
“How are your cuts?”
“Not a problem. How’s your head?”
She offered him a tentative smile. “I have a little bump. No big deal.”
Jasper finally deigned to munch a few bites of kibble. While he was eating, Whitney tried to think of something to say. “Looks like that’s all he’s going to eat right now. You should see Lexi. She wolfs down everything in two seconds. She’s in the backyard now with three other dogs just waiting for dinner.”
Adam reached into the pantry and pulled Jasper’s leash off its hook. “Jasper’s spoiled. Let’s walk him.”
Say no, Whitney told herself. Don’t be alone with this man any longer than necessary.
“Let me show you the route Miranda recommends,” she heard herself say. “You can let the dogs off the leash and they can run. It goes along the bluff. When it’s light you can see the ocean.”
Adam followed her, noting that Whitney had taken a small flashlight out of her pocket. She stuffed blue plastic “poop” bags into the back pocket of her shorts.
“There’s enough moonlight tonight to see the trail, but I keep the flashlight on and aimed at the ground so the dogs will come right back to me. Canines have an incredible sense of smell, but cats see much better at night.”
The footpath started-or ended-at the edge of his uncle’s rose garden, depending on how you viewed the trail. Neighbors had obviously hiked along it enough so that the trail was well worn. He wondered if this might have been the way the robbers had come. If so, it could account for why so little had been taken. There was only so much you could carry along this winding path and still get away in a hurry.
The trail was wide enough for two people, and Adam walked beside Whitney. “Have you seen many people up here?”
“A few, but remember, I haven’t been here long.” Whitney looked up at him. but it was too dark to tell much about her expression. “Miranda showed me the trail and we took Lexi along it for quite a distance. We stopped at the tennis court that you can see from the bottom of the hill. I think the trail goes another mile or so, but I’m not sure. We didn’t walk very far. Why?”
“Remember I told you that a woman called 911 the night my uncle died. I don’t think she saw or heard him from the street. They might have been walking on the trail.”
Whitney remembered Adam asking if Miranda had called the authorities. She stopped and shined her flashlight on the path. “You can see it’s well used. Someone might have been out for a walk and heard your uncle call for help or something. Have the police checked on it?”
After a slight pause, Adam told her, “I went to see the investigating officer today. I knew him. Not well, but I knew him from back when I’d been on the police force.”
“Really?” She couldn’t hide her surprise. “You’re a policeman?”
“I was a detective. I worked homicide.”
“Interesting” was all she could think to say. How wrong she’d been. She’d mentally categorized him as a hit man or worse. Something menacing about him still bothered her, but Whitney didn’t have time to analyze it.
“The investigating officer didn’t think it was unusual that the woman who called 911 disappeared. Apparently, it happens all the time. People just don’t want to get involved. Since there were no signs of foul play, they didn’t pursue it.”
Something in his tone told Whitney that he was suspicious, or maybe just bitter. “Your uncle died of a heart attack?”
“That’s what it appears to be. The coroner is running a few more tests. Then we should know for sure.”
He seemed preoccupied, but Whitney ventured another question. “You’re no longer on the police force?”
He walked a few steps in silence, then said, “No. Too many homicides were drug deals gone sour. I got sick of them. Half the time witnesses were too frightened to talk. When we could nail a suspect, he was back on the street in no time thanks to a screwed-up system and slick lawyers. I started a private security firm with a friend. Then my National Guard unit was called for duty in Iraq.”
Iraq. How horrible. Images she’s seen on newscasts and what she’d read of the horrors flashed through her mind. Small wonder the man was so edgy. No telling what Adam had been through.
“What was it like?”
“You don’t want to know.” The way he said it, Whitney could tell this was a closed subject. He bent down and let Jasper off the leash. The little dog bolted into the darkness beyond the path.
“Are you sure you should let Jasper loose? He doesn’t come when I call. I let Lexi off all the time, but she always minds me. Jasper’s another story. I won’t risk having him disappear by letting him off the leash when I’m walking him.”
Adam stopped, his gaze on Jasper’s ghost of a shadow disappearing into the brush. “He comes when I call.”
“It must be a male-bonding thing.”
Adam chuckled, a deep, masculine sound. “When is Miranda returning from her honeymoon? Maybe she knows the names of some of the neighbors who use this trail. I’d like to ask if one of them called the authorities the night my uncle died.”
“In about twelve days, I think. She said two weeks but didn’t leave me an exact time or date.”
“Where’s she staying? I could call her. Two weeks is a long time to wait.”
“I don’t know.” Her revelation was greeted by silence. In the darkness she couldn’t read his expression to guess what he might be thinking. “My cousin and I aren’t really all that close,” she felt compelled to explain. “I married and lived out of state until last year when my ex came back to open his practice. He didn’t get along that well with Miranda. We didn’t see much of her.”