In his smooth, deep voice, he finally spoke, addressing me directly by my name - "Pennelope Casey?"
I nodded slightly while still keeping my cheek against my knee.
“I’m Detective Nate Lexson.”
Detective Nate Lexson. Wow, what a great name, I thought to myself.
With my cheek still pressed to my knee, I whispered quietly, "That's the perfect name for a cop."
He raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly not expecting that response. He probably anticipated a simple "Hi" or a "Thank you for coming" or maybe even a "God, you're hot."
"It is?" he asked, curious.
"Nate," I continued in a hushed tone, "it sounds strong, especially the last three consonants. But it's not harsh; it's more like a soft strength. And when you're close to someone you care about, and they say something you can't h
