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over my head- I had pulled it on before going downstairs earlier. I loved wearing his clothes, especially if they retained a faint trace of his scent; I held the shirt to my nose and inhaled the fragrance that clung to the cloth: sandalwood, cedar, lime, and a touch of sweat and deodorant. My nipples started to bead as I replayed last night in my mind… Sigh, sometimes I hated to snap back to reality, it would be so nice just to enjoy a little daydreaming about my man and the intimacies of the night before.
     
    “You’re wearing that goofy smile again. Hop to it, Beautiful. Company will be here soon .” Just for emphasis, I got head-butted from my canine companion. “Better take a shower too, you smell like David.”

Chapter Four
     
    While I showered, Ken made a quick dash to the grocery store to pick up a couple extra packets chicken as well as some snacks and sodas. I contributed by tearing up lettuce and chopping any vegetables Ken handed to me. I think he found me more of a hindrance than a help, but he was good natured about letting me do small tasks such as salad making to keep myself busy. While I made myself indispensable in the kitchen (yeah, blind woman with a knife, it’s like an insert in a bad cartoon panel, right?), Ken got the table set and put groceries away in the pantry.
     
    I was walking along the border where our property meets the conservation area with Red when the Colonel and his entourage arrived. David and I agreed that he would make introductions after the group was finished downstairs in the Cave. Yes, we were avoiding Colonel Spencer’s questions regarding Red; we decided it was more important that the Colonel’s group focus on the demonstration than be distracted by the implications of a talking dog
     
    David told me to expect at least two hours for the meeting- in a manner that implied it would probably be closer to three. Bas explained that having the meeting on our turf means it would possibly go a lot faster as they had all their hard data and computer equipment available if there was a question. But on the flip side of that statement, since they were meeting in the Cave, they could be easily side-tracked by other ongoing projects, many of which overlapped the program they were demonstrating today. My money was on a longer meeting. I mean, come on, seven techno-geeks and all that hardware? It’s like having a flock of magpies in a room full of shiny, glitter-encrusted objects!
     
    I wasn’t sure if they would be doing any mini-drone tests outside, but I had Red checking the property to make sure we had no unexpected visitors. We may have a sophisticated security system, but, as was demonstrated earlier today, security is only as good as the people watching the read-outs. I’d place my money on Red’s nose any day.
     
    Over the past few months, Red had proven his worth as a tracking dog. He and I enjoyed the few jobs we had been able to do with the police department. I stressed that we were not trained investigators and did not want media scrutiny, so we never wanted or expected to be asked to a crime scene. It was understood we would only work behind closed doors, to assist with examining forensic evidence. I emphasized that Red and I would always be accompanied by another Team Red member, Bas or David, who would monitor our exposure to curious eyes.
     
    To broaden Red’s knowledge of specific smells, Detective Gil Westfield, who we teasingly referred to as The Narc, tested his ability to identify cocaine, meth, and different types of marijuana, but this was not Red’s favorite pastime- the chemicals made him sneeze, or just irritated his nose. Red’s love was tracking.
     
    In one of the tests we had done for the police department, Gil put Red head-to-head with an experienced tracking K-9, Bruno. For most of the tests it was pretty even, Bruno even did better on many of the speed tests due to his experience, and Red’s tendency to get sidetracked by his inexhaustible