Grace shook her head. “I took the day off. Since I couldn't figure out the murderer then I have to head them off when."
His head spun, but he couldn't see her logic. Here they were on a normal Spring day talking about an incident that never happened. “Where's your friend?"
“He left."
Zach bit his tongue. He wouldn't ask what he wanted to know. Were they lovers? When this all came down and was done, would he have a chance with Grace?
“What?"
He'd been staring at her. Shaking off his thoughts he smiled.
“You don't do that very often. And sometimes you look like a shark when you do."
“There isn't too much to smile about in my line of work."
She nodded and as if she understood. “I at least get to save people."
“I get to see them afterwards."
“Mm. What do you do to blow off steam?"
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