Flack knew that she would smack him if she caught him looking down her shirt. He knew, but he couldn't stop stealing glances. The top she was wearing was cut lower than what she usually had on, and he found himself sorely distracted from what their witness was saying.
"Don?"
He shook himself, suddenly realizing that she was talking to him. "Yeah?"
"You okay? You kinda spaced out there."
"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied.
"You're sure?" He nodded. "Okay."
As she turned her attention back to the crime scene, Flack suddenly found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss Stella Bonasera.