Vivian Arend’s readalong ends today so I am sneaking one last snippet in for your enjoyment. This one is from Wolf Tracks. Enjoy!
“You think you’d like to live up north?” he asked.
She’d thought about it, but moving wasn’t practical. “It’s pretty, but my job is down sour. I need to get ready to train with a new partner.”
“RMCP, remember? My partner retired and I’ll need to go start the process again.” She sighed. “Damon was awesome. I miss him a lot.”
A strange choking cough shook TJ. “Damon?”
“Yeah. We were inseparable Even on the coldest nights he warmed me up.” TJ tensed under her, and Pam turned toward him. His face was bright red and his lips were moving, but no sound was coming out. “You ok?”
He shook his head and cleared his throat a few times. “I’ll be fine. I’ve never had a woman tell me about an old lover like this, while we’re –”
“Lover?” What the hell? Oh shit. A laugh burst out. By the time she’d regained control, her stomach was sore and she was gasping for air. It didn’t help that every time she looked at TJ his expression set her off again.
“Sorry…don’t mean to be rude. Oh my God, you’re kidding me. Didn’t you know? Damon was my partner, but he’s a dog.”
“That’s my opinion for sure.”
“No, seriously, a German Sheperd. I’m a dog handler for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Narcotics division, and I double in Search and Rescue when needed.”
“You’re a dog handler?” He collapsed back onto the blanket, his arms flung out to the side. “Oh man, I am never going to live this one down.”