Zach couldn't figure out why he was nervous on Friday afternoon. He was almost thirty-nine years old and had been a grown up for a long time. It was just a date for crissakes, but his stomach wouldn't be convinced. Every time he thought about having dinner with Laney - and maybe even kissing her goodnight afterward - he got as horny as a teenager. Of course, it was his first regular date in...years. Yeah, maybe he could blame his jitters on being out of practice.
"Hey, boy wonder, finish these reports up." A stack of file folders landed on Zach's desk with a slap.
Zach ground his teeth and glared at the backside of Detective Deputy Mark Dawkins who whistled cheerfully as he walked back to the break room. Dawkins was normally the detective on the midnight shift, but apparently, he and Jen
