“The what, now?”
“You’re speaking in questions again.” He was back to looking annoyed. “Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
The words that followed were bellowed loud enough that nearby birds squawked and fluttered away. “Woman, you are trying my patience!”
I smiled. “Could you be any more obtuse?”
He took a deep breath, and much as I enjoyed how that action showcased his chest, I felt the time had come to move on from the clearly unbalanced—if hunky—man.
“So, he’s a cop, huh?” I murmured to the dogs as we proceeded down the path. “A sexy male-model cop. Who’d have thought, eh, pugs?”
Jacques paused at a stick and piddled. Terrance flung himself onto a fern with a lusty grunt. Clothilde suddenly put both front paws on my legs, and clearly demanded to be carried.
“Oh my god, you are so incredi
