They were in his office, him closing the file on the case they'd just solved and she with a hip against his desk and her arms crossed. Her voice was soft but her words caught his attention—when didn't she have that affect on him?

"You know, Horatio." Their eyes met, and the spark of electricity was there—again, when wasn't it? "Her mom always told her—choir girls never make the A list."

A shadow of a smile appeared on the lieutenant's face. "Well, sweetheart… you're on my A list."

A smile just naughty enough to be a smirk graced those rosy lips of hers. "And I—" Her wink was barely detectable. "—am no choir girl, handsome."

The sway of her hips as she left his office was anything but innocent, causing a familiar tightening in his pants. His smile lingering, Horatio Caine lowered his head to unseeingly sift through more case files, allowing his Southern belle to get a head start before following her home.