Collared (Going to the Dogs) Read Online Free

world.”
    “What? I can fit into any world. You wouldn’t last five minutes in mine.”
    “What’s the hard part? Drinking champagne and partying until one in the morning? Oooh, brutal .”
    Her eyes snapped with her anger and she marched over to the library. “The wall safe is through here. I had six pieces in that safe, five necklaces and a pair of earrings.” She strode over to the desk and snatched up a piece of paper that was stapled to photos. “Here’s a list of items and pictures of what was taken.”
    He took the list.
    “All told they got away with 1.5 million in stolen items, so it wasn’t just the dog collar that was taken. Does that justify your time, detective?”
    “Ms. Sinclair—”
    “Don’t bother. I regularly come into contact with people who have the same opinion of me and how I live, so that’s nothing new. It’s just disappointing. I’m meeting friends, so I’ve got to go. You may stay as long as you need to. Juliana will see you out.”
    She turned on her well-turned ankle, platform sandal and all, and left. Too bad she couldn’t take that intoxicating scent with her.
    He felt like an ass. His thoughts about the past had colored the way he’d treated Harper Sinclair. Maybe she was just like that heartbreaker from his past and maybe she wasn’t, but what was certain was that she was out of his league. He was here to do a job. Harper Sinclair was just another victim. Rubbing a hand along the back of his neck, he turned towards the safe and started doing the job he came here to do.
    He checked over the safe. Top of the line and not an easy one to crack. He tracked down the housekeeper, Juliana, and she took him to inspect the security system. A top of the line alarm and not easily overridden. Which meant that the guys who pulled off this heist weren’t the run of the mill bums he was used to. This was professional stuff, and Caleb was sure that professionals would understand there was a score to be had here in Harper’s penthouse. Of course, anyone who didn’t live under a rock knew about the Sinclairs. Harper was an heiress, an extremely rich heiress.
    But Caleb was getting the feeling that this wasn’t simply a professional job.
    This was most likely an inside job.

Chapter Two
    Annoyed more than she should be and a whole lot turned on, Harper was about to climb into her limo when she saw her father’s town car pull up behind her. Thoughts of Detective Shaw got pushed to the back of her mind.
    “Dad?” She thought fleetingly of mentioning the robbery to him, but his eyes were clouded and he looked like he had a lot on his mind as he strode toward her. She decided to wait until later. “Were you just leaving or arriving?”
    “I’m heading to the club.
    “Schmoozing.”
    “More fun than schmoozing.”
    A smile lit his handsome face. Her father only seemed to get more attractive as he aged, and with his dark blond hair and piercing blue eyes he still looked good at 50. She’d always been glad she’d gotten her father’s eyes.
    “Will Poe be there?”
    “Poe and Jared were just married. They’re on their honeymoon. She’s having a baby.”
    “Awww, that’s great. I always liked that girl. She makes me laugh. Does she still love bacon?”
    “Yes, and she’s still funny without meaning to be. Did you want to come to the club? My friends would love to see you.”
    “No, I can’t.” After a moment’s silence, her father finally spoke. “I need to talk to you about a delicate subject, and I hate to involve you, but I’m getting a little desperate. It’s your brother.”
    Her heart lurched. This didn’t surprise her. Aiden had seemed like a different man since he’d returned from Afghanistan. She’d tried to talk to him several times, but all she’d gotten was stubborn, obviously pained silence.
    “What’s going on?” The last time she’d seen her brother, he’d been unshaven and unkempt, the complete antithesis of her normally well-groomed and elegantly