snout on her left shoulder, then licked her cheek with a swipe of his long tongue.
Luke gaped. “Bruno!”
“Don’t fuss at him,” Sophie said, wiping her cheek on her shoulder. “It’s sweet. I think he knows I need comforting and is offering it.” She scratched the dog’s ears, and Bruno rolled his eyes to Luke as though gloating in his successful attempt to gain Sophie’s attention.
Luke scowled at the animal, but it didn’t seem to faze the dog. With a huff, Luke pulled from the parking lot and headed for Sophie’s home in Woodside.
It didn’t take long to reach it and he turned onto her street. “Nice house,” he said.
“I like it. It’s been in the family forever. My brother and father live upstairs, and I have the downstairs. Someday, I hope to afford something of my own but for now, this works for me.” She quirked a small smile at him. The first one he’d seen all day. Then she scratched Bruno under his chin. Again. “I’d like a dog,” she said, “but dogs need space to run. I have a yard, but it’s too small for the size dog I’d want.”
“That’s why K-9 officers are required to have a yard.” He smiled. She knew that, of course, but it was small talk. Something to keep her mind on anything but the events of the day—and his off the fact that he was jealous of his dog.
He cleared his throat. “You ready?”
“Sure.”
He and Bruno followed Sophie to the front door of her duplex-style home.
Which was cracked open.
She gasped and stepped back.
“That’s not supposed to be open, I’m guessing?” Luke whispered.
“No.”
“Stand back against the wall next to the door. Bruno, stay.” In the blink of an eye, the dog’s demeanor changed at Luke’s command. His ears went up and he was in instant work mode, waiting for the next order. Bruno sat next to Sophie and she placed a hand on his head. Luke pulled his weapon and stood to the side of the door. Using his left hand, he gave the metal door a light shove. It swung inward on well-oiled hinges.
Luke stepped over the threshold and glanced to the right. Kitchen with the stove light on. Living area to the left. Hallway straight ahead with the bathroom at the end and the bedroom to the left. Small and efficient.
And trashed. Sofa cushions lay on the floor along with the lamps that had probably been on the end tables. The intruder hadn’t spared the small buffet in the eating area either and the drawers had been yanked out, dishes crushed onto the hardwood floor.
A loud crash came from the bedroom area and Luke headed down the hallway. “NYPD! Come out of the room, hands where I can see them! Now!”
Silence.
“I’m not playing!” Luke said. “Come out with your hands where I can see them!”
A black-clad figure shot out of the room and slammed into Luke hard enough to knock the breath from him. And his gun from his grip. The weapon hit the floor and skittered across the wood out of reach. Gasping, Luke threw a blind punch that grazed a whiskered jaw.
Bruno growled and lunged forward, snapping at the attacker, who stumbled back, tripped and fell with a thud to the wood floor. Only to lurch to his feet and come forward swinging as Bruno moved in. He caught the dog on the ear. Bruno yelped and darted away, shaking his head.
Luke dove after the man and wrapped a hand around an ankle, yanking him back to the floor. Bruno added his displeasure and snapped his teeth in the man’s face.
A foot kicked out and landed a hard blow to Luke’s temple, stunning him. Stars spun in front of his eyes.
Again, the assailant managed to find his feet—and headed for Sophie. She darted away. Bruno barked and launched himself at the man once more, this time closing his teeth around an arm. The pained scream echoed through the apartment.
Luke rolled in time to see Sophie swing a lamp into the man’s chest. The lamp fell, hitting Bruno’s snout before crashing to the floor. The dog flinched and released the attacker, who rushed out the door.
Then Bruno was beside Luke, nudging him and whining.
Luke shook his head. While everything had happened in mere seconds, Luke raged that he couldn’t move fast enough. Finally, he made it to his feet while his head spun and nausea curled in his gut. “Sophie!”
“I’m okay.” She rushed to him. “Are you?”
“Fine. I’ve just got to learn to duck.” He grabbed his weapon and raced to the front door in time to see the man hop into a light gray Jeep he’d had double-parked four doors down and peel away from the building. Luke slapped a hand against his thigh. He couldn’t see the license plate.
He snagged his phone and called it in with what little information he had. When he hung up, he drew in a deep breath and pressed a hand to his aching head, then turned to Sophie, who now sat on the sofa with Bruno’s big head resting on her knee. She examined the animal’s ear and nose with gentle fingers.
“Is he okay?” Luke asked. “Do I need to get him to the vet?”
“I think he was just stunned, but if you would feel better taking him to the vet, we can do that.”
Luke looked his partner over and sighed with relief when he found nothing concerning. “Good boy, Bruno.” The dog licked his hand, then turned back to Sophie and nudged her hand.
With the danger past, Luke allowed himself to take a moment to simply watch her. She continued to scratch Bruno’s ears, and Luke was hit with the longing to take the dog’s place. A brief flash of the two of them sitting on the couch, watching a movie and sharing a bowl of popcorn held him frozen for a second.
“Luke?” she asked. “You okay?”
He blinked. “Yeah, fine. Officers are on the way.”
“I’m sorry.”
“About what?” He stilled and frowned.
“For not finding a weapon or some way to help you.”
Luke went to her and pulled her into a hug. “It’s okay. I was just worried about you.” And because the feel of her in his arms made his head spin way too much, he released her and stepped back.
“I’m going to call my dad,” she said. “I need to let him know what happened. And I need to call Trey.”
“Of course.”
She dialed her brother’s number, waited, then hung up. “He’s not answering.”
“Try your dad.”
She did, and Luke couldn’t help notice her sigh of relief when he answered on the first ring. “Hey, Dad, I know you’re on the road, but I need to let you know someone broke into my place.” Pause. “No, I’m fine. I’m with a friend from the station. Do you know where Trey is?” She shook her head at Luke. “Trey went hiking with friends and won’t be back until Saturday,” she said, then went back to the phone and explained the fact that she was going to stay with Luke and his roommates for a while.
Her father said something, and she nodded with a glance at Luke. “I’m sure, Dad. I’ll be safe there and, hopefully, whoever broke in won’t be back. You still have several dinners in the freezer for when you get back from your run and most of the clothes are washed. Hopefully, by the time you and Trey get back, all of this will be over.”
Luke watched her, considering her words and what they meant.
She hung up and caught his gaze. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You do a lot for them, don’t you?”
She shrugged. “My dad’s done a lot for me.” She paused. “Don’t you help your family