“Cian, I need the full story.” And her phone number. Or at least a
longer conversation not involving her potential as a thief. He bit
his tongue to keep from saying something he’d regret. When she
pursed her crimson lips, he wondered what she’d taste like. He
shouldn’t be attracted to her. A cop and a witch couldn’t
mix...could they? He didn’t believe in spells or sacrifices. He
needed logic and order, but he couldn’t deny the attraction.
Tommy shook his head. He needed to stop looking at her as anything
other than a sexual human being.
Cian scooped up one of the cats, then sat on the arm chair. Yet
again, she rubbed her cheek on the top of the feline’s head. “Heya
Joey.” She scratched under the animal’s chin. “You’re a good baby.”
She continued to pet the cat, but turned her attention to Tommy.
“You said you wanted the full story. What do you want to know?”
“Everything.” He stood opposite her, unsure of how to unseat the
cats. Besides, standing made him focus. “Start from the beginning.
Why would someone accuse you of killing black cats? How’d you get
into the rescue business and what are you doing tonight?”