“What’s this? I thought we were going home.” “I see for once you were caught up enough in a game not to pay attention to your surroundings. I didn’t say home,” he reminded her. “I said dinner.” “I haven’t updated my reports, or finished with the analysis of the runs. I have to run a full series of—” As he stepped out and shut the door of the car, that was all he heard. He came around, opened her door. “Come on, Lieutenant, put it away for an hour. It’s a pretty night. Time for a little walk and a meal.” “See?” She poked a finger in his chest when she got out. “This is why people in intimate
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