Chapter Two
It took a couple of blocks for the post-traumatic shock to hit. Had she left her brain at home this morning? She was too old to be riding to the rescue of a seriously cute, not to mention obviously capable cop. Of course, no man was truly capable or they wouldn’t need wives, girlfriends and secretaries—did he have a wife or girlfriend? The television cops didn’t have secretaries—
Not her business, she reminded herself with some firmness. For a moment there it had seemed—but cute guys, even recently rescued ones, didn’t have “moments” with her, not even teeny weeny ones. That didn’t stop Nell from thinking about him as she pedaled her way through the early morning traffic. It was spring in New Orleans, the perfect time for a woman to think about a man, even if she was plain as
