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Dante’s buddy Brody had starred in his share of big-budget movies and now appeared often as a judge on our very own Animal Auditions television show.
    “None other,” Dante said, which got a shrill little squeal from Krissy. Much as I wanted to hold my ears, I nevertheless considered her reaction a good thing.
    Maybe she’d stop panting over Dante when Brody arrived.
    And of course I knew exactly why Dante had invited his longtime friend. They had a history together, one they’d yet to share with me. I suspected it was something deep, dark, and secret in their mutual past. Some military special ops, perhaps, or even something less savory.
    One of these days I would ferret it out. I did, after all, have an excellent relationship with at least some ferrets, since, a few months ago, I had saved them from being murder suspects.
    “That is really cool.” Krissy was still so excited that she disturbed the nursing wolf pup on her lap. I saw the small creature move, and heard a teeny whimper.
    “How’s your little charge doing with his lunch?” I asked as a gentle reminder.
    She shot me a glare that suggested I was the last person she wanted to hear speaking. Oh, well. She turned back to Dante. “I want to hear all about how you know Brody Avilla. Were you a backer for any of his films? Will you ask him if I could have just an itsy-bitsy part in one? It’s so cool,” she repeated. “I’m just really happy to know you, Dante.” Her expression suggested that she wanted to know him better. In all ways. Especially in the biblical sense.
    So much for assuming an introduction to Brody would get the young brat to stop flirting with Dante.
    Not that he was mine, of course. And I wasn’t convinced I wanted him to be . . . was I?
    Hell, I did want him to be, at least for the moment. Why else would I even consider letting him keep a change of clothes at my house?
    And that was the problem. He appeared to want more moments. Minutes. Hours. Years. Forever?
    Anyhow, I needed to alter this conversation in a manner I could live with without retching.
    “So when will Brody get here?” I asked Dante brightly.
    “Any time,” he said, smiling.
    I smiled back, as if we shared some kind of secret. I heard a gruff noise emanate from the throat of someone in the room, and assumed Krissy was attempting again to usurp Dante’s attention.
    But when I quickly aimed my glance around, it wasn’t Krissy who looked irritated, but Jon Doe.
    Interesting. His expression immediately lightened as I looked at him.
    Still . . . what was that about?
    And why, when I looked at Dante, did a grim expression again shadow his sexy face?

Chapter Three
     
     
    LESS THAN AN hour later, we sat in Megan’s office in the front building of the sanctuary’s enclosed complex. Brody had just arrived, and he, Dante, and I had joined the director for a discussion.
    “Sorry to hear about the missing wolf,” Brody said. “I know you take your responsibilities here seriously, Megan, especially regarding members of endangered species.”
    Brody was, of course, movie-star handsome, since he was, in fact, a movie star. He’d acted in many action features—although none lately—including a remake of Rin Tin Tin and another about K-9 Marines. His most recent gig was as a judge for Animal Auditions .
    Imagine how a gorgeous guy should look on the screen, and that was Brody, with his firm jaw, jutting cheekbones, and glimmering gold eyes. His hair was light brown, thick, and wavy. Today, he was clad in well-worn jeans and a black T-shirt, taut over movie-star muscles.
    “Have you been to HotWildlife before?” I asked Brody. I assumed he had, since he seemed to know Megan. And, as Dante’s friend, I assumed he trod many of the same paths as the chief funder of this facility.
    “Several times,” he said. “Love this place!” His smile was directed at Megan, and she cast a wan one right back.
    Megan’s face was drawn, her mouth pinched, and her usually bright