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else was he gonna say? Hi, where is that bag of dried drug stuff you showed me earlier today?
    “Um…I volunteer here a couple of times a week. What brings you out this way tonight?” She rambled a little, as though she were nervous. Because she was doing something wrong? Or was it him who made her nervous? “Are you interested in adopting a pet? We’re closed, but I’ve got to do something inside anyway, if you’d like to come in and look around.”
    He glanced at the building behind her. Huh. It was an animal shelter. “Um…” He scratched his chin, a day’s worth of stubble rasping under his fingers. He’d lost the guy in the Honda, who might—or might not—have the drugs in his car, but he might as well find out what Lauren was up to here. He scrambled to come up with an answer. “I…uh…yeah. I was thinking about looking into getting a dog—something Dylan could take care of, learn some responsibility, but if you’re closed, I don’t want to put you to any trouble.”
    “It’s no trouble! Let’s see who we have that might suit you.” Her sunny smile was so guileless that Mike was strangely ashamed that he was only pretending to want a dog. He opened his mouth, then shut it again, and opened the truck door. He looked toward the road one more time, then turned back to her, smiled, and said, “Fine. Let’s take a look.”
    Lauren unlocked the big metal door and headed inside. He followed her in, only to be greeted by a cacophony of meows, woofs, and an occasional…bray? It took him a moment to readjust to the sudden wave of sound, and he looked around for Lauren. Aaaand there she was, bending over in those pants again to lift a cat into her arms.
    He looked away—he should be mentally measuring the building for clandestine drug manufacturing space. “Does this building have a basement?”
    “Huh?”
    Subtle, Sherlock . He thought fast. Difficult when his brain was vacationing in his pants. “On the way over here, I was listening to a news story about tornados.”
    She seemed to accept this, started to speak, but he cut her off.
    “I guess a cinder block building doesn’t need a storm cellar. Just a big internal storage room or something.” Yes , he was still the master of redirection.
    “Well, we don’t have one of those, either, but then we aren’t in Kansas, right? Or a trailer park anywhere .”
    “Good point.”
    “What made you decide to adopt a pet today ?” she asked, emphasis on today.
    He needed a dog like he needed—well, he didn’t need a dog. Or a cat. Or a bird. Not even a fish, for that matter. “I heard this place was here, and I wasn’t doing anything else, so—”
    Her face lit up. “You’ve heard of us? That’s so cool. We’re kind of new, so it’s great to know that the community’s taking notice.” She put the gray tiger cat on the floor, and it sauntered to a chair and jumped onto the seat.
    “As a volunteer, what do you do here?” he asked. He wondered what she would say. He guessed “making drug deals” wasn’t going to be her answer.
    She went to a cabinet behind the counter of the little office and took out a prescription bottle. “I’m the drug pusher,” she said.
    The look on his face must have given away his thoughts, because she grinned.
    “Kidding! We have an old cat who’s just getting over pneumonia, and she needs antibiotics. And an antidepressant, because she’s…well, anyway, you’ll meet her soon enough. The day person, Carol, dosed Posy before she left at lunch time, but I promised I’d take the night shift.”
    “So you work here nights, even after you’re done doing mysterious science stuff?”
    She laughed, a pure, sweet sound, and something zinged through him.
    “I’m never done doing science stuff,” she admitted, “although, I sneak away now and then. But this isn’t work.” She picked up a package of cat treats and gestured toward another door. “We’ll just go through here.”
    The room they entered had a