Jill Shalvis
Animal Attraction
The second book in the Animal Magnetism series, 2011
One
Come on, baby,” he murmured. “Give it up for me. You know you want to.”
Jade Bennett did her best to ignore the way the low, sexy voice made her shiver. Besides, it wasn’t aimed at her. Dr. Dell Connelly-dog whisperer, cat whisperer, horse whisperer, and known woman whisperer-was talking to a stray kitten.
The feline in question huddled miserably beneath the bench seat in Dell’s vet center waiting room, staring at him from narrowed eyes, clearly having none of the sweet talk. She was a scruffy, mangy grayish brown with sharp green eyes, and, like Jade,
“Huh,” Jade said from behind the reception counter. “Most females leap right into your arms at the slightest encouragement.”
Dell craned his neck and regarded her from eyes as dark as his secrets. “Not all.”
There was a beat of silence during which she did her best not to break eye contact. He was right. Not all females-otherwise she’d have made the leap.
As if suddenly realizing Dell was in the room, the huge St. Bernard snoring behind Jade’s chair snorted awake and lifted her head. Seeing her beloved, Gertie lumbered up to her huge paws with a joyous bark of welcome before barreling toward Dell, skidding a little on the smooth linoleum as she scrambled around the corner of the desk and… launched herself into Dell’s arms.
It was a good thing the guy wasn’t a lightweight because Gertie moved with the velocity of a freight train. Dell braced himself, but all that delicious warm mocha skin of his-courtesy of his Native American mother-covered an impressive amount of tough testosterone and muscle. Still, even a six-foot-two, 180-pound veterinarian extraordinaire could be leveled by the freight-train force of a chunky St. Bernard, and at impact Dell landed on his ass. He merely laughed and gathered the dog in close, not appearing to mind either the floor or the sloppy kiss on the jaw.
He was wearing dark blue scrubs that looked annoyingly good on him, the bottoms of which had slipped low in the scuffle, revealing a inch or two of forest green knit boxers and a strip of smooth, slightly paler skin, not to mention the hint of prime male ass.
Unconcerned about the display, Dell gave Gertie a full body rub, then pushed her off of him.
The stray kitten, which looked to be three to four months old, old enough to have gathered plenty of wariness, did
“Aw, you’re fine,” Dell told her, rubbing his jaw as he studied her. He had a hint of stubble, like maybe he’d slept too long to spare the time to shave that morning.
It shouldn’t have been so damn sexy.
Neither should the way Gertie was sidling back up to him, trying to love him from not so far.
Animals always loved Dell. Little kids, too.
And women. Let’s not forget how many women loved him.
He was bending low to whisper to the kitten, using that low, undeniably authoritative but oh-so-mesmerizing voice, the one that could melt the panties off a female at five paces.
Good thing, then, that Jade was at least seven paces away.
“Gertie here’s just a big hunk of love,” he was assuring the kitten. “Emphasis on the big hunk. Sit, Gert,” he commanded with soft demand over his shoulder.
Gertie wriggled with barely contained joy but sat. Then grinned.
“There,” Dell said to the kitten. “See? We’re all harmless.”
Harmless? Please. Dangerously smooth, maybe. Effortlessly charming, yes. A walking orgasm… without a doubt.
But harmless? Hell no, and at just the thought, Jade snorted.
“Ignore her, too,” Dell said to the kitten. “She’s the smartest one here, but she never learned how to chill. In fact, she’s a lot like you, all tough and wary and grumpy, but I’m betting you’re both just big softies deep down inside.”
“I can hear you, you know,” Jade said.
“Way deep
Jade worked at ignoring his alluringly boyish smile-which she didn’t buy for a second because there was
She worked at avoiding that little voice as well. Lots of things to avoid. But she was leaving, going back home to Chicago at month’s end. Plans had been made, notice had been given. It was as good as done.
The kitten went back to being pissed off at the world.
And Dell laughed softly. “So now I’ve got
As if. Dr. Dell Connelly knew the meaning of the word. He was sure and confident, always. Steady as a rock. Never second-guessed himself.
It was really annoying.
“Come on, kitty,” Dell said. “Trust me.”
Jade could have told her not to bother resisting, that she’d cave eventually. They always did. It was because Dell was the genuine deal, and animals could see that. Animals meant everything to him. While women flocked to him like bees to honey, she’d never seen him put his personal life ahead of his work. It was really a fascinating paradox. The gorgeous man could have anyone he wanted, and yet he didn’t seem to want much more than what he had. A successful animal center, a few close friends, and speed-dial to the pizza joint.
Jade knew that she tended to shut people out and keep them at a distance. Dell did, too, but he went about it differently, making himself available to everything and everyone… while keeping it all shallow.
He didn’t take anything too seriously, especially women.
But the kitten continued to stare at Dell with a heartbreaking defiance that Jade recognized from every time she looked into the mirror.
Gertie whined and wagged her tail, sweeping the floor with each pass, hopeful to make a new friend.
Wasn’t going to happen.
“Okay, how about this,” Dell said. “Come out and I’ll buy you dinner.”
The kitten didn’t blink.
“Losing your touch,” Jade murmured, sorting files.
Dell flashed her a smile that said
