Pregnant Protector. Anne Duquette Marie

paused. “What?”

      “It wouldn’t hurt for you to be low-key around Girard.”

      Lara used Nick’s expression from earlier. “Define low-key.”

      “Play bodyguard, not detective. I don’t want anyone thinking you’re a threat. Threats are targets.”

      “Since I’m protecting you, I’m certainly a target,” she agreed. “More importantly I am a threat, Detective. That’s what’s keeping you safe.”

      “Listen, Lara—” she noted it was the first time he’d used her first name “—I’ve named three high-ranking officials as murder suspects—with no hard evidence. Working with me isn’t a good way to advance your career.”

      “Thanks, but I’ll worry about my own career.”

      Lara determinedly rang the doorbell. Captain Girard immediately answered. Lara wondered how long he’d known they’d been there. They were shown in, seated and offered hot or cold drinks after being told Mrs. Girard was out. They exchanged small talk, delaying the official questions as a courtesy.

      “Beautiful dog,” Girard said, directing his attention toward Sadie, who had earlier obeyed Lara’s “Down” command. “A female, right? I’m surprised. I thought males were the rule—larger and more aggressive. And the females were saved for search-and-rescue or contraband work.”