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the bottom step. After quickly glancing around, she picked it up, wrapped the remnants of the grocery bag around it, and tucked it under her arm. She stepped up her pace and hurried toward her car.
    What the hell ? Was she taking the drug with her? So much for being sure she was innocent. Looked like he’d be taking a little drive before going home tonight. The cute scientist needed a little following.

Chapter Four
    In the parking lot of the Tucker Animal Welfare Society where she volunteered, Lauren squinted against the late afternoon sunlight as she handed a bag of fortified rat pellets to her elderly friend, Rick. When he’d called her earlier in the day and mentioned he was about out of food, she’d agreed to meet him here with a load of yummies for Nibbles. It bugged her to no end that she had to steal trash so that the aging guy’s aging rat could eat well. The animals in the biology building lived better than most humans, and their chow was top of the line. When new shipments of food were brought in, the almost-empty bags were tossed out, meaning loads of perfectly good food was thrown away. So every now and then, Lauren scooped up a bag and brought it to the shelter for Rick’s rat. On a strict budget, the senior had enough trouble buying healthy food for himself, never mind his pet.
    Yeah, it was just a rat, and yeah, rats could survive on almost anything, but Nibbles was special to the old guy, and Lauren was a soft touch.
    The old man thanked her for her trouble and got into his car.
    It was really no trouble, since she had to come out here to medicate Miss Posey, the decrepit cat who was probably yowling away inside the cinder-brick sanctuary. And coming out here to feed Miss Posey had been a good excuse to send Alex’s last phone call to voicemail.
    She felt kind of bad about that, but she’d just seen him and hadn’t been in the mood to be friendly. And sure enough, his message was an offer to stop by and show her how he thought she should scan all of her hand written notes into digital form with an app he’d found on one of his email loops. Even though she could use the help, he was just trying to find an excuse to spend time with her, and she needed to cut that cord. They had been coworkers for so long—she never should have stepped over the line with him and gotten intimate.
    Rick tooted the horn and turned to wave at her, then pulled out of the parking lot, right into the path of a big pickup truck that was pulling in. Crap . She hated turning away prospective owners, but it wasn’t an adoption night. The shelter was closed. Who was this?
    The truck’s movement changed the angle of the sunlight that had been reflecting off of the windshield, and Lauren saw the driver.
    What the heck ? Was that Mike Gibson?
    He noticed her at the same time she saw him, and even though she gave him a friendly grin, the look he put on his face was priceless—if one tried to put value on expressions of dismay.
    Well, she hadn’t expected to see him, either. Besides, she already knew she needed to stay away from him, so the fact that he didn’t appear thrilled to see her should have been a good thing. Except her feelings had taken a little nosedive when he didn’t smile back. She seriously needed to get a grip.
    …
    Shit! The truck resisted when Mike yanked the steering wheel. He managed to miss the dusty Honda by a hair and land the F-150 inches from the edge of a drainage ditch. The truck stalled, however, as the other car putted away. He cranked the starter, but he’d nicknamed the beast Old Faithful out of irony, not because the name fit. Damn it. He turned to watch the vehicle gain momentum as it headed down the road. There went the package of algae pellets, he’d bet his tool belt on it.
    “Are you okay?” Lauren appeared, her hand on his window frame, peering in at him.
    “Yeah,” he muttered.
    “Well, then, hi, Mike!”
    “Hi, Lauren,” he said, after a beat. “What are you doing here?” What