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Jim hadn’t expected the handler to be a woman. That was going to complicate the situation. For one thing, she was gorgeous, way too cute to be a cop. And she smelled just as delicious as she looked, a blend of shampoo and her own natural female scent. He was unable to resist an admiring sniff.
“Beautiful boy,” she purred, raking her nails across the underside of his jaw in a caress that made him want to groan. She grinned, delighted with his reaction. “Like that, huh?”
Jim woofed softly, playing his part to the hilt. She cooed more nonsense at him, and he obligingly panted. Oh, man, he thought. This is going to get old fast. The last thing he wanted to do with a beautiful woman was pretend to be an overgrown puppy. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a choice. If he wanted to find out what the hell was going on, he had to remain in dog form . . .