“I didn’t tell you because you’re my girlfriend, not the police commissioner. And because it really isn’t any of your business.”
Carmela was taken aback for a moment. By his abruptness and his choice of words. “Your girlfriend? Is that what I am?”
“I guess so,” said Babcock. He let loose a warm, throaty chuckle, then added, “Face it, we weren’t exactly playing tiddlywinks last night.”
“Well, no,” said Carmela. “But
girlfriend just sounds so formal.”
“
Friend?” suggested Babcock.
“No, no,” said Carmela. “I really do prefer the former.”
―
Laura Childs,
Tragic Magic