She recognized Mertz’s number right away. Was there something new on the case? “Hello?” She held the phone with her shoulder as she poured a mug of coffee.Mertz cleared his throat twice before speaking. “I know it’s short notice but . . .”Was he about to ask her out? Gigi put down her cup and gripped the phone hard. “Yes?”“I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me tonight.”Gigi said yes immediately.Mertz sounded relieved. “Great, I’ll get us a reservation for seven at the Auberge Rouge.” He was silent for a moment. “What?” Gigi realized he wasn’t talking to her.“Look, I’m afraid I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tonight. I look forward to it,” he added shyly and quickly ended the call. Gigi drifted in a fog toward her bedroom and stood in front of her open closet door. She groaned. Reggie cocked his head at her. “I don’t have a thing to wear,” she told him.He raised his shaggy brows and proceeded to settle down with his rawhide bone.“Just like a male,”
