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“Uh…Rafe Monteil. PPD.”
The woman, a beauty with thick blond hair and warm brown eyes, shifted the dog to her left arm so she could hold her right hand out to him. “I’m Shawnalee Marsden.” Raphael shook the woman’s hand, careful not to get too close to the animal. It growled a little and showed its teeth.
“It’s that dog,” Kate said faintly.
“What dog?” Then Raphael understood. “The one from last night?”
Shawna looked at Kate. “You knew Belle was back and you didn’t tell me?”
Kate didn’t answer. She felt faint. Belle? Then Shawna thrust her face up close to hers.
“Do you have makeup on?” Shawna demanded.
“I—”
“You do. You never wear makeup to work.”
Kate flicked a gaze at Raphael and considered dying on the spot. Whatever had possessed her to put on lipstick and blush while he was in the shower? She wasn’t trying to entice him, though that was how Shawna made it sound. But she wasn’t without her share of vanity. She’d just wanted to be…presentable.
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