those men who would make my parents faint if they saw him.”
Slowly she raised her arm and passed a shaky hand over her brow. “We‟ll take one look at eachother and know it‟s inevitable. We‟ll be so hot for each other we won‟t even make it to thebedroom.”
Keep talking girl. As long as he‟s listening, his fangs will stay put. “We‟ll spend one night—
—making wild, passionate love.” Her hand dropped. “And then I‟ll go home and do what‟sright.”
A small sob forced its way past her lips. The thought of doing what was right left her stonecold. Probably because sh
e‟d been doing what was right all her life. Her boring life. Just once, she
wanted to do something wrong. Well, not wrong exactly. Just . . . reckless.
Rover or Fido, or more likely Killer, hunkered down and whined. Suddenly, he didn‟t appear
quite so menacing. Taking a deep breath Shannon shoved off from the wall. The dog jumped, his hind-quartersbunched and, in horror, Shannon watched as he leapt toward her.
In that eternal instant, regret at all she‟d miss burned in her soul. She cried out, bracing hers
elf for the agony of torn flesh.
The beast‟s huge paws collided with her shoulders, slamming her against the house. Her head
cracked against the unforgiving brick with a dull thud.Shannon almost blacked out, but a last shred of survival instinct reared up inside of her, and she
shook her head to clear it. That was when she realized that the dog hadn‟t torn into her jugular at all,
but just stood on his back legs, pinning her to the wall.She looked into its brown eyes and saw . . . concern. No, not possibl
e. Still, the dog‟s tonguehung out the side of its mouth, and it didn‟t seem intent on ripping her apart. It just didn‟t want her
to move for some reason.
“Good doggie?” she whispered.
The dog‟s oversized tongue slurped her cheek. Shannon tentatively patt
ed its side. Theslobbering beast loved it.
“Down boy,” Shannon said, trying to sound friendly yet commanding.
Amazingly, the dog got down and stood there, wagging its long tail.
Why hadn‟t she thought of this before? “Sit!” Shannon said.
The dog handed her his paw.
Close enough. “Lie down.”
The dog sat.
Bemused, Shannon rubbed the back of her head. “Sit!”
Again, he offered his paw, his tail swishing through the grass in an arc.
Shannon dropped to her knees, and raised a trembling hand to the dog‟s head. Hi
s tonguelolled, and she could swear his mouth lifted in an adoring smile as she gave him scratches.
“You‟re not a killer at all, are you, you phony?”
The dog tilted his head, leaning into her petting hand.
“Who do you belong to, anyway?” she asked, as she
spied the writing on the collar again.She turned the collar so she could read it. There were the words NO DRAH and an upside
down phone number. Shannon‟s forehead furrowed as she leaned forward and read it right side up.“Oh, my God!”
What kind of jerk would call his dog HARD ON? She knew for certain it had to be a man. Noself-respecting woman would be that crude.
“You poor baby!” she cried, indignant on the innocent animal‟s behalf. She scruffed his thick chest fur. “Do you want to come inside, Har
The dog barked. Shannon slowly got to her feet, lest the poor puppy decide to pin her against