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to barge in on people in the middle of the night?”
    Her voice was more of a sultry exhale. She was entirely too sexy with those emerald eyes flashing and her hair looking as if it’d been tousled for a photo shoot. The swell of her breasts filled a red T-shirt. The striped red and white boxers—hugging the contours of her tush—reflected in the hall mirror; the effect certainly wasn’t lost on him. He could feel his body heat escalate. Damn .
    “I know it’s late, but it’s not the middle of the night. This won’t take long and it is official business. You did agree to give me some time, Dr. McGill.”
    She sighed and stared up at him for a moment. “Please…call me Breeana. And come inside. How do you like your coffee?”
    “Black would be great.”
    Breeana went through to the kitchen while he dropped into an oversized chair in her living room and propped his feet on an ottoman. Ah, yes, it worked for him, the first chance he’d had to get off his feet all day. The dogs settled alongside him with their tails thumping, or stump wagging in Bruiser’s case.
    A few minutes later, she returned with the coffee and a robe covering her from head to toe. It even had a hoodie. He figured his grandmother had one just like it for those cold winter nights up in Labrador.
    Face it, she could wear a tent and still be the most provocative woman to cross his path in a very long time. He had run a security check on her this afternoon and found out she was widowed. Double damn .
    “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable.” She passed him a mug and sank down across from him in a matching leather chair. “The dogs will be bringing you slippers next.”
    “No kidding? Do they have anything in a size thirteen?”
    The beginnings of a smile curved her lips, a nice touch in comparison to her green-eyed stare. He imagined she’d put in one hell of a day after learning her friend was murdered. He wanted to cut her some slack, but it was time to get down to the business of catching a killer.
    “You know why I’m here. I came to check on the dog and question you about Rainey Dubé. I’m sorry it’s so late, but it has taken this long to process the crime scene.”
    As soon as the words left his lips, Sully wanted to bite his tongue off. Tears gathered on the doctor’s lashes and dripped into her coffee mug when he mentioned the crime scene. Hell, I’m a first class heel .
    “I’ll be right back.”
    She left the room, no doubt to dry her eyes somewhere else. He started to worry when she was still missing-in-action some five minutes later. He should have gone with her. “Hey, do you need some help?”
    “No, I’m okay.” She returned to the chair and almost staggered into it. “I had to do a few things.”
    Uh-huh. He could see she’d been crying. Her eyes were red-rimmed, the lids swollen. He guessed she hadn’t wanted to fall apart in front of him.
    “How could it happen? Rainey didn’t have an enemy in the world. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to kill her.”
    “Was she seeing someone new recently?” He reached for the notepad in his jacket pocket and opened it to a fresh page. “Or did she have a boyfriend in her past who had threatened her? Maybe she dated over the internet?”
    She shook her head. “She’s been with the same guy for three years. He’ll be devastated when he finds out. They planned to get married when he returns from Afghanistan. Tim Matthews is a pilot with the military. He has been stationed overseas for the past several months.”
    Sully knew it was easy enough to check. “What about her relationships at work? Is there anyone she didn’t get along with?”
    “She taught first grade, Lieutenant. I don’t think any of her students are capable of murder.” Breeana leaned forward in the chair and hugged her arms around her waist, rocking slightly. “How did she die?”
    He gauged how much he should tell her. It wasn’t his practice to discuss the facts of his cases with anyone.