Sparks-and clothes-fly when hot veterinarian Cody-Lynn Parker shows up at Scott Carillo's animal shelter. Scott's had a bad run with women, but he can't keep his hands off Cody's luscious curves.Cody's trying to be professional, but she can barely concentrate on work thanks to her craving for the tall, dark and sexy Cuban. She kisses caution goodbye and Scott hello when his shirt comes off.Between naked star-gazing and naughty massages, their steamy fling turns into an affair of the heart. But when thieves target Cody, she finds herself flirting with danger, and Scott wants to rescue her whether she thinks she needs it or not.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Flirting with Rescue by Sidney Bristol
"He has three legs," Cody said.
"Don't tell him that."
Scott handed her a pitiful nylon leash. Tripod looked up at her with intelligence in his brown eyes. His front left leg was missing, but Scott was right about one thing, no one had ever bothered to tell Tripod he shouldn't be able to do something because he was missing something as minor as a leg.
"He was a guard dog. He still knows his commands. We just haven't found someone who wants to take a chance with a dog that could be aggressive."
"All right." Cody nodded and crouched in front of the large brindled dog. He showed neither aggression nor a desire to be friendly; he was an animal who knew to reserve judgment of a person until they proved their worth. "Well, Tripod, I can't believe they're calling you that, but let's show you where the food will be."
Cody ran a hand over his short fur coat and twitched the leash. Tripod moved without difficulty, the front leg hopping along like a pogo stick while the hind legs moved normally. Though she'd anticipated he'd move slower, Tripod easily kept pace with them as Cody took him around to the back porch where she'd put out dog food and water.
Tripod lapped at the water and sniffed the food.
"Checking the vittles?"
Scott snorted. "Do you actually say that?"
"Vittles?" She grinned. "No, just sounded right."
Kneeling next to Tripod, Cody pulled a dog collar out of her pocket and clipped it around his neck. She needed to get him a set of tags.
"Okay, buddy, welcome home." Cody slipped the nylon leash and collar from the shelter off him and patted his hindquarters.
"Cody, that's not a good--"
"If he doesn't choose to stay here, nothing will keep him here. Besides," she shrugged, "he knows where the food is now. If he's as smart as you say he is, he'll be fine."
Tripod, by some uncanny canine knowledge, looked up at the two of them as if to say, "I'm right here."
"You tell him, Tri." Cody grinned, butterflies flitting around in her stomach.
She'd debated calling Scott earlier, but with the uncertainty of the evening trespassers she'd wanted someone else to talk to, and she didn't have to explain her worries to him. Scott understood and he'd reacted almost how she expected he would. The urge to protect her, to get to the bottom of things and figure out that the men responsible for Pepper and Rider's deplorable treatment were out on bail--those she had expected. She hadn't expected him to get her a guard dog. Some girls wanted jewelry or other presents. Cody liked animals, and a three-legged dog no one else wanted was the best present she'd received since her college boyfriend gave her a pink shotgun for Valentine's Day. Even having Scott back at Grandpa G's place was enough for her.
Uncertainty made her ask herself the tough questions. Was he there because he wanted to be? Or did he feel responsible for her? She didn't want to be an obligation. Cody was a big girl and could look after herself, but she didn't mind his company.
She craved it. City boys might be her new thing, especially ones with sexy accents.
"How's everything else?"
"Good." Cody stood, dusting her hands on her thighs. "Rider and Pepper are looking better. Do you want to see them?"
Scott considered the question for a moment, giving her a wicked smile and watching her from under half-lidded eyes. "No."
Well, hello, mutual hunger.