On the Scent: A laugh out loud pet detective rom com!

Sarah’s smile grew lascivious. “Is he as hot as he seems on TV?”

Hannah sighed dramatically. “Hotter. Much hotter.”

Sarah snuck some pieces of popcorn from the bowl Hannah had left sitting there…had it been three days ago? Geesh. She really needed to clean. “What about the other bodyguards?”

Hannah gave her a quick run-down of the men she’d met so far, and Sarah released a long breath, picked off one last piece of popcorn and then pinned her with a look. “Promise me you’ll be careful with him.”

“With Zach?”

“You’re beautiful. You have millions of dollars at your disposal.” Sarah lifted her chin. “I don’t want to see you get into another situation like you did with Eric. That’s all.”

Every muscle in Hannah’s body snapped into painful awareness at the name. Sarah had always had a tendency to jump to conclusions that made absolutely no sense, but how she could compare hiring Zachary Collins to protect her with what had happened with Eric was beyond comprehension. “You’re nuts. The two situations are nothing alike.”

Sarah arched a brow. “He’s gorgeous and exactly your type. I don’t want him to take advantage of you because he wants your money. You’ve got to think about things like this now, Hannah. People are going to try to use you.”

Hannah scoffed. She should have never told Sarah that Zach was even hotter in person. “I’m not stupid, you know. I know I have to be careful.” She ticked off points with her finger. “I checked with the Better Business Bureau. No unresolved complaints against them. I had Mr. Russell check to make sure they were properly licensed.” Ellie’s attorney—now her attorney—had been a godsend. “And Brian gave me references from some of their past clients. I called and confirmed that these guys know what they’re doing.”

They stared at each other for several seconds.

“Alright then.” Her friend heaved a reluctant sigh of surrender and reached for her purse. “If you didn’t have a bigger, stronger bodyguard coming to take over for that puny guy on the porch, my rear would be planted on that sofa all night.”

“E.J. is hardly puny.”

Another snort. “He looks like a thug.”

“Sarah.”

Sarah threw up a hand. “Just sayin’. Know what he said to me when I walked up?”

Hannah shrugged.

“He got out of his car, ran over to me and said—” Sarah mimicked a gangsta’s voice and gave Hannah a salacious look up and down her body. “‘How ya doin’, baby? Come ’ere often?’” She returned to her normal voice and stance. “Like I said. He’s how old? Sixteen? My youngest brother doesn’t act that way.”

But Hannah couldn’t conjure up any more defense. Her mind felt fractured. All because it was hanging on one stupid little word: Eric.

Would she ever reach a point where the mere mention of his name didn’t feel like a stab to the heart? She hoped so. It had been almost four years. Why did his memory still have the power to wound her?

Sarah hesitated in the doorway before leaving. “Han?”

She looked at her friend.

“Sorry I mentioned the creep earlier. I’ve been under a lot of stress and I’m PMSing and worried and—” Her expression softened. “That’s still no excuse. I’m sorry.”

A shrug lifted Hannah’s shoulders in response. “It happens.”

They shared a hug. “Call me if you need me.” Sarah drew back and pushed a strand of hair away from Hannah’s face. “Remember. ‘The Bodyguard’ might have been an okay movie, but they didn’t end up together. Know what I’m sayin’?”

“Good grief.” She shoved her friend out the door. “Take your overactive imagination and get out of here.”

As she watched Sarah climb into her car, Hannah’s gaze drifted to the vehicle still sitting in her driveway. Zach’s SUV. Was he out of the hospital yet?

And did he hate her for not listening to him?

“You left her alone?” Zach bit back a painful groan as he slid his arm into his jacket. Every movement of his body seemed to stir the tiny imp that was driving nails into his skull.

“Her friend was there,” Brian said, reaching awkwardly to help his partner stand from the hospital bed. “And E.J. is keeping an eye on her. I figured the kid could handle that.”

“What about the cops?”

Detective Ryan with the Atlanta Police Department had stopped by earlier to ask Zach some questions. It had been a humiliating experience, starting with the detective’s comment, “Hey, weren’t you the P.I. that was involved in that Kirkwood case—what?—about six months ago?”

Brian had stepped in before Zach could respond, which had pissed him the hell off. He was a big boy and capable of responding on his own, dammit.

“Nasty business. Sorry for the way it ended.” The detective had given Zach a curious look before moving on to Hannah’s situation.

He hadn’t instilled much confidence with his departing words. "We'll have a patrol go by Miss Dawson’s more often. In the meantime, we’ve advised her to consider an alarm system and maintain her private security."

Brian opened the door. “You know how it is, Zach. The APD is overloaded with cases. Sure, they take robbery seriously, but they give priority to cases they have leads on.”

“You mean the fact someone tried to kill me inside her house didn’t give them proper cause to station a patrol there twenty-four seven?” Damn cops.

The idea of Hannah being left unprotected made him feel edgy.

When he’d been parked in front of her house all night, keeping an eye out for trouble, Zach had spent half that time thinking about her. Why had she sought him out, only to turn him away the next day? His gut told him she was keeping something from him. But what, and why? He’d also noticed the way she looked at him when she didn’t think he was watching. Maybe he was arrogant, but he could tell when a woman found him attractive.

At least they were even on that score.

This woman posed a serious threat to his vow never to fall for a client.

“The cops are doing what they can,” Brian said, bringing him back to the conversation.

Zach took a few steps, felt the room spin around him, used the wall as a guide, and forced himself to keep moving. As he’d hoped, the weird sensation faded as quickly as it had come. Concussion. Wasn’t the first time he’d had one, but it was definitely the worst.

“The cops advised her to leave the house. We arranged a hotel for her last night.” Brian opened the door to the hospital room. “Do you know how damned hard it is to find a hotel willing to take both a cat and a dog? It’s ridiculous.”

Zach could only imagine.

“So she’s at a hotel? Good.”

“Was at a hotel,” Brian corrected. “When I called her earlier, she’d already checked out and was back home.”

Zach swore beneath his breath. She was going to have to learn to listen to them if she wanted to stay safe.

“As soon as I get you home, I’m going to head back over there. She’ll be fine.” Brian squeezed Zach’s shoulder.

“Does that mean you convinced her to keep her contract with us?”

Brian smiled a bit sheepish. “I didn’t have to do much convincing. I think she feels guilty about you getting hurt. Plus, she’s scared. Can’t say I blame her.”