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“Not much in the way of protection.”
    “You’d be surprised. Yoda might be small but he has the heart of a lion.”
    He smirked. “You’re not one of those women who puts clothes and bows and such on her pet, are you?” Faith didn’t answer.
    He burst out laughing. “You are, aren’t you? My little miss organized neurologist plays dress-up with her dog.”
    She took a deep breath. “Yoda happens to like his Darth Poodle pajamas.”
    Vale snorted. “May the force be with him, because he’s going to need all the help he can get when the other dogs who still have theirs get through with him.”
    “Yeah, well, other than Miss Cupcakes, Mrs. Beasley’s female Chihuahua, Yoda doesn’t spend a lot of time around other dogs. He’d like to, but I’m always at work and Mrs. Beasley’s idea of a walk is to the end of the block and back for potty breaks.”
    He glanced toward her. “I’m sensing some latent resentment. Are you telling me you’re working too many hours?”
    “I am working too many hours.” What was wrong with her? Why was she telling him this? Eighteen months she’d busted her butt without a single word of complaint. Eighteen months she’d gone above and beyond whatever needed to be done just to impress him.
    What had they highlighted her hair with? Truth serum?
    Or was his kiss what had loosened her tongue?
    “Which is why we should forget the Parkinson project for the weekend and just enjoy ourselves. The rest will be good for both of us, will have our minds refreshed when we return on Sunday,” he mused, not looking at her. “Too bad we didn’t bring Yoda with us. He might have gotten a chance to show off his fancy duds on the beach.”
    Faith’s gaze narrowed in his direction, not that he noticedas he was watching traffic and not her. “Quit making fun of my dog.”
    “If you put clothes on your dog, you have to expect him to be made fun of. By real men and real dogs.”
    “I expect no such thing and Yoda is a real dog. The best dog. The sweaters are to keep him warm.”
    “And here I thought that’s what fur was for.” He shot a horrified look her way. “You didn’t shave him, did you?”
    “No.” Taking an exasperated breath, she shook her head, pursed her lips at him. “I know what you’re doing, and it isn’t going to work.”
    He had the audacity to glance at her, all innocence and good looks. “What isn’t going to work?”
    As if he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.
    “What you’re doing.”
    “Which is?”
    “Trying to get me flustered about the dog so that I will forget to make my case regarding this not being a working weekend.” She fixed him with a determined glare. “This is a working weekend, Vale.”
    Changing lanes on the parkway, he passed a slower car. “What’s wrong with us just having some fun?”
    Was he kidding? “The only reason I’m here is because this is a working weekend.”
    “That’s not true. I asked you to accompany me this weekend because my mother was determined to parade every single female at the wedding in front of me in the hope I’ll not be able to resist making a walk down a long aisle to a short-noosed rope.” He pulled off the parkway, zipped through the EZ Pass lane at the toll booth, and headed toward downtown Cape May. “With you by my side, she’ll leave me alone. I can spend time with my family without having to call out the National Guard.”
    The National Guard? Did he expect such a rush offemale would-be suitors? Casting another quick look at him, she decided that, yes, he probably did and rightly so. Forget his money, power and prestige, Dr. Vale Wakefield was still the finest catch in New York.
    For the weekend she was to defend his bachelorhood? Where was the 1-800 hotline to the National Guard? She’d be the one needing reinforcements.
    “She won’t buy that I’m anything more than a colleague.”
    Vale shot her a quick look. “Why wouldn’t she?”
    Should she list the reasons? Write him a