Read Paw Enforcement 02 - Paw and Order for Free Online

right? Still, I wouldn’t mind toasting a marshmallow or two over him, maybe making some s’mores.
    â€œHave you always ridden horses?” I asked, attempting to shift the conversation back to a safer, more casual topic.
    â€œSince before I could walk,” he said. “I grew up on a ranch in Azle. My parents used to tie me to the saddle so I wouldn’t fall off.”
    â€œSeriously?” My mouth dropped open. “That sounds dangerous.”
    He shrugged. “Only if the horse decided to roll.”
    â€œDid that ever happen?”
    â€œI wouldn’t be sitting here if it had.” He crumpled his cup and tossed it into the trash can nearby. “Spent my teen years breaking and training horses.”
    Breaking horses? Whoa. That sounded almost as dangerous as Seth dismantling bombs in Afghanistan. “That sounds risky and frightening.”
    â€œRisky? Sure. But frightening? Hell, no. Fun is what it was.” He sent me a look that was ten times hotter than my coffee. “There’s just nothing like having something wild between your legs and trying to tame it.”
    Gulp. So much for trying to steer the conversation to safe topics.
    The radio at Clint’s waist crackled to life. A male voice came through the speaker. “Deputy McCutcheon report to cattle barn three.”
    Clint grunted in annoyance. “Damn. Just when I was making some time with you.” He pulled the radio from his belt, let the dispatcher know he was on his way, and sent a soft smile my way. “See ya ’round, Officer Luz. Maybe next time I’ll take you for a ride.”
    Both his words and expression were full of insinuations, but his teasing tone made him more flirtatious than offensive.
    â€œI’m going to hold you to that,” I said. Seriously, what’s gotten into me? Thanks to my stutter, I’d never been much of a flirt. But there was something about this guy, an easy and natural sensuality, that made it so damn easy.
    He untied Jack, swung up onto the horse with the strength and grace of Mikhail Baryshnikov, and tipped his hat one final time. “Until we meet again, darlin’.” With that, he clucked to signal his horse into action and turned away to head to the cattle barn.

 
    FIVE
    COUNTING SHEEP
    Brigit
    She liked the tall man who’d talked to Megan. He’d sneaked her a couple bites of his barbecue beef sandwich when Megan wasn’t looking.
    His horse was a good-looking steed, too. Then again, Brigit had something going with Blast. It wouldn’t be right to start something up with Jack the horse, would it? Besides, he was the wrong species. What would the other farm animals say? No sense rocking the barn with such a scandal. Looked like the two would just have to be friends.

 
    SIX
    PRIVILEGES
    Robin Hood
    She stood in front of the gas pump and inserted her Texaco credit card into the slot, removing it quickly as the screen directed. A moment later the machine declined her card with an accusatory beep.
    Damn. She had made only the minimum payments on the card each month, the principal mounting with each bill. Apparently she’d reached her credit limit.
    She returned the gas card to her wallet and pulled out her Visa card. She ran it through the slot and waited.
    Beep.
    The Visa was likewise declined.
    â€œShit,” she muttered.
    A sixtyish woman at the adjacent pump glanced over and looked her up and down, a judgmental expression on her face. Robin Hood could tell exactly what the woman was thinking. Learn to live within your means, young lady.
    She hoped the woman could tell exactly what she was thinking, too. Mind your own business, you nosy bitch.
    Today was a payday and, though she could have used her debit card, she had earmarked her earnings for much more important things than gasoline. She needed a mani-pedi desperately, as well as an eyebrow wax. And her weekly massage was essential. Plus, there was that great