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.What the hell was Derrick’s deal with mocking her? And why did it work? He pushed that thought aside for a moment.“Your answers were really good, Mercedes.That’s why I chose to talk to you.We have many more applicants than we can take.We only choose those who really want to be part of this and who like dogs.”“I love dogs,” she said quickly and with more enthusiasm than he had seen since she had arrived.He smiled.“Tibbs, come,” he called.A moment later, a large yellow lab mix trotted over and sat at his side, tongue lolling in a big grin.Nigel noted the shocked looks on his guests’ faces.“Meet Delbert Tibbs.”“Where the hell did he come from?” demanded Mercedes.She was already reaching a hand out to the dog.“He’s well trained.He was waiting quietly on his bed behind the desk until we were ready for him.If you work hard, the dog you train may one day be as well behaved as Tibbs here.”Mercedes beckoned the mixed breed.Tibbs looked at Nigel, and when he gave the release gesture, the animal trotted over to sit by the girl.Nigel noted that Mercedes held the back of her hand out loosely for the dog to sniff before scratching his neck.Excellent.Nigel knew she was the right choice.“You get to have your dog at work?” she asked.“That’s one of the advantages of working for Mom and Dad.” He smiled.“He’s essential to the program.He helps me decide who would be a good fit, and he’s a great judge of character.He likes you.” Mercedes’s fingers rubbed and scratched Tibbs’s chest when he rolled over on his back.“He also gets spoiled rotten by everyone who works here.He’s usually sniffing around the employee lounge hoping for a treat.I’m making him work today.”“Tough job.” Her tone was sarcastic but she had only adoration in her eyes and hands as she played with the dog.Derrick had been watching Mercedes.Now he turned to Nigel, a twinkle in his eye.“She’s really a softie at heart.Doesn’t want anyone to know she’s a good kid,” he said in a stage whisper.Mercedes glared at him before looking at Nigel.“Yeah, well, he’s a fag, and he doesn’t want anyone to know that he’s really a hard-ass.” Her tone was meant to irritate, not judge.It was clear she respected the officer.Nigel couldn’t suppress his grin.Derrick definitely had a fine hard ass.“That’s okay, I’m one, too, although I don’t know about the hard-ass part.” He watched Derrick’s face for a reaction and he got one.His easy smile turned sly and his eyes narrowed the tiniest bit.Oh God, could this beautiful stud of a man be attracted to him, too? How likely was that?“Oh yeah? Bet on it.” He wasn’t sure if Derrick was referring to Nigel’s ass literally being hard or if he were trying to let Nigel know he was interested.Either was fine with Nigel.Or maybe he was just being sarcastic.“Tibbs? Like the song?” Derrick’s words pulled Nigel’s thoughts back out of the gutter.“You know it?”“Yeah.Who was it? Woody Guthrie? No, wait, Pete Seeger.” Derrick looked at Nigel with a soft smile.“My father listens to folk music sometimes, among other things.He has eclectic taste.I learned to appreciate a lot of different music because of him.Did you choose the name because of the death row reprieve?”“Yes.Tibbs was a rescue from a high-kill shelter in Wenatchee where he had only a few hours left.I was looking for a dog to train as a service animal.He almost completed the training but was rejected near the end due to some minor health issues that have since been resolved.The health requirements for a service dog are very strict, and he could potentially have the same problem again.The agency offered him to me, and I jumped at the chance.Anyway, I wanted an apt name, and the song just jumped into my head.My parents were hippie wannabes.I grew up on that stuff.” And just like that there was a connection more than physical between them.They held each other’s eyes for a moment longer than men usually looked at each other.Then Derrick cleared his throat and grinned again.“Your hippie parents named you Nigel?”Nigel nodded his head, laughing.“Hippie wannabes remember? It’s a family name.They thought it sounded unique and went with it.I’ve been saddled with it my whole life.They were the ones who first started calling me Gelly.They thought it was cute.I’m just glad they didn’t name me after my dad.I would have been Egbert Buford Norbert Rutherford the third.”“You’re making that up,” Mercedes cut in.“No, I swear.Both my dad and granddad suffer with that name.Gelly is much better.One of the kids told me I sound badass [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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