Intimate Enemy. Marilyn Pappano

car was the earthy fragrance Mischa always wore when she’d been outside. The instant Russ slid into the driver’s seat, it was replaced by his scents—sweat, hard work, a faint hint of cologne, him. Familiar smells. Comforting.

      Even though Russ Calloway was the last person on earth she could take comfort from.

      Through the plate-glass window, she caught a glimpse of Dr. Yates, still in the back room, no doubt checking on the other animals spending the night in his care. He was a good vet. Mischa would be safe with him.

      Russ started the engine, powerful enough, but it had nothing on his own growl. “Well?”

      “Someone wanted me to know that Mischa’s vulnerable.”

      “No, someone wanted you to know that you’re vulnerable. Someone who knows where you live, who knows your dog’s name. Who?”

      “I don’t know.”

      “Oh, come on.”

      “I don’t! If I did, I’d have his ass hauled off to jail for messing with Mischa.” Threatening her was one thing. Threatening her dog…That was cold.

      “What else has happened?”

      She stared out the side window, hardly noticing the buildings they passed. “He’s sent me flowers. Candy. A note.”