CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Rebecca left Richie sleeping on her sofa. This was getting to be a habit. She also fully expected him to crawl into her bed again. The only thing disturbing about that was the masculine scent on the sheets and pillow cases. To her dismay, she liked it, and he seemed to fill her dreams—although they weren't romantic dreams, but ones in which they were constantly running from one danger to another.
This was clearly no way to live. She obviously needed to find herself a sexy cop to have a torrid affair with. The last thing she wanted was to get into her bed and think about Richie! Of course, if torrid affairs were that easy to come by, her life would be a lot more exciting.
When she reached her desk in Homicide, the crime scene report on the rice bowl from Richie's house s
