Free Animal Magnetism by Jill Shalvis

through his own donut—a chocolate-frosted by the looks of it. And good Lord, talk about starting a riot. He was wearing army flight cargoes today and a soft-washed long-sleeved polo that was form-fitted to his toned body.
    “Hey,” she said.
    “Hey back, Crash.”
    “Okay,” she said. “I object to that—” But she was talking to air because he’d crouched in front of Toby, elbows braced on his thighs as he offered a hand for the dog to sniff. “How’s he doing today?”
    “Good.” She kneeled down as well. “But he’s really skittish, so you need to—”
    Toby licked Brady’s hand, then arched up to lick his chin as well.
    “Go slow,” Lilah finished on a sigh.
    Toby was rewarded by Brady with a behind-the-ear scratching that had the little guy sliding to the floor in a boneless heap of pleasure.
    “Ah, good boy,” Brady praised, giving him an all over body rub that left Lilah yearning for the same.
    Brady rose fluidly on his feet, and for a beat, she found herself eye to eye with his flat, zero-fat stomach. That he could even have a flat, zero-fat stomach with the way he ate really irritated the hell out of her.
    And/or turned her on. She couldn’t decide which. It was early yet.
    A small smile curved his sexy mouth as he offered her a hand, telling her that he knew of her battle, and hell if that didn’t settle it. Irritation.
    He gestured to the choice on her tray. “Nice.”
    She winced, then realized he wasn’t judging her but truly complimenting her choice of breakfast. “I almost got one of those,” she admitted, gesturing to his chocolate-frosted. “But I didn’t eat carrots last night.”
    Nodding as if this made perfect sense, he sank strong white teeth into his donut, licking chocolate frosting off his upper lip. “Mmm . . . ”
    Her mouth watered. “I’ll give you a piece of mine for a piece of yours.”
    His eyes darkened and he immediately broke off a large part of his donut and offered it to her. She did the same and felt his warm breath brush over her fingers before he sank his teeth into her jelly-filled.
    Eyes on hers, he smiled as he chewed and swallowed. “Yeah, that’s good, too. Hey!” He pulled his tray back and looked at the second chunk she’d quickly snagged from his donut.
    “Sorry,” she said with an easy grin. She wasn’t sorry. At all. And she might have laughed at the look on his face as he studied what was left, but she was up next at the cash register. She gently nudged Toby forward, as just ahead, Nick picked up his bag and turned to her.
    “Hey, I saw your Jeep. I meant to ask what happened.”
    “A little fender bender,” she said, extremely aware of Brady behind her.
    Brady coughed and said, “Bullshit,” softly in her ear at the same time.
    Lilah gave him a little nudge with her hip, knocking him out of her personal space bubble. He might kiss like heaven, and maybe he had great taste in food, but he was far too cocky.
    Nick divided a look between them, then settled on Lilah. “I’m sensing a story here.”
    “No. No stories, good or otherwise, and it wasn’t my fault.” She paused and sighed. “Okay, it was totally my fault.”
    “She has a parking problem,” Brady said.
    Nick laughed. “She has a lot of ‘parking’ problems.”
    Great. Lilah loved Nick, but he had a big mouth. “My foot slipped,” she said. “No big deal.”
    “Uh-huh. Remember our senior year when your foot ‘slipped’ and you drove off the bridge in your granny’s SUV?” Nick asked.
    Both men were smiling now, and Lilah took a moment for a deep breath. “We’re not discussing this.” Digging through her purse for her wallet, she turned to Dee.
    From over her shoulder a ten appeared. “For both of us,” Brady said.
    Dee shot Lilah a brows-up look.
    Lilah ignored the unspoken question. “Thanks,” she said to Brady. “I’ll owe you.”
    “Donuts,” he clarified. “Not carrots.”
    Dee smiled. “So, who’s the cutie?”
    Lilah very carefully