As he stepped through the large archway that led to the living room, his eyes were automatically drawn to the woman standing quietly by the sliding glass door. Her arms were folded and it was obvious she was deep in thought and staring at something outside, which explained why she hadn’t heard him calling out. He moved further into the room, hoping he wouldn’t frighten her. She was small, not more than five feet five, dressed in what he assumed were satin pajamas.
The woman jumped slightly and finally swung his way, her eyes rounding with surprise and mild fear before taking in his uniform. He sensed her calm at once, watching her body relax back against the glass door as she reached up to wipe the glistening tear tracks lining her cheeks, while looking at him with eyes that reminded him of a wounded doe. Again he scanned the area for the body. Pretty or not, he had a job to do.
“I’m Mike Denton with the Stratton Police Department, ma’am. Where’s the body?” His tone was all business.
Mike only half-listened, intent on locating the body. He went in the direction she indicated, halting in stunned disbelief in the doorway. There was a body all right, on the floor of what appeared to be an office. The woman had attempted to cover it up with a throw of some kind. All he could do was stand there and stare at the long, brown legs sticking out from beneath it.
There were four of them.
“Ma’am, you don’t call 911 over the death of an animal.” He tried to keep his voice kind. The sirens were closer now and Mike guessed he had about five minutes before they would be at the front door.
Maybe ask her out for a drink once the business at hand was settled. Not so fast, Mike old boy! He withdrew his pad and pen, and reminded himself he wasn’t in the market for female companionship. Not the permanent kind anyway. The woman in front of him didn’t look like she’d jump at a chance for a one-night stand.
“You’re not going to give me a ticket, are you?” she gasped in a disbelieving tone.
Mike’s gaze shot back up to hers, taking in the heightened color on her cheeks and the way she was gnawing on the inside of her lip. Damn, that bottom lip was sexy.Why did everything about her affect him so strongly? Maybe his body was trying to tell him something. Like it was hungry for something other than work and food for a change. Something more pleasurable like a good fuck.
“My name’s Emma Stuart,” she said unnecessarily, telling Mike what he already knew.
“No problem,” he found himself saying. “I’ll be in touch if—”