She runs, and he chases her. This is how it was, is, and always will be.
Edward thinks he can remember a time when it wasn't like this; when they collided in a frenzy of teeth, lips, and skin, but now he thinks he imagined it.
He questions her husband, the Miami cop, and he can't help but mentally mock the poor sap. Ha ha, he thinks, you believed her. You fell for her.
Edward tries to ignore the jealousy in his heart and the voice in his head that tells him that if he were the lucky one, he wouldn't always be ten steps behind her.
When she calls six months later, he hears the timer go off in the background, but she keeps talking. "Come alone, Ed," she says. "I want you to come."
His heart says to do as she says, but his training takes over, and when he and his team get to the pay phone in Columbus, she's gone.
He goes alone to a bar afterwards, and she shows up at the same time as his Scotch, sliding into the seat next to him with her hair pulled up and fake glasses on. "Room 1623 at the Best Western down the street." she whispers. "Ten minutes." Before he can answer, she's gone.
He tells himself that he's going to lull her into a false sense of security so that he can catch her, but he knows he's full of bullshit.
She pulls him in by his tie after the first knock, and then her mouth is on his and her fingers are opening his shirt and pulling of the tie. Before his brain has time to process, he takes control and divests them both of clothing before walking them to the bed. She moans under him and wriggles against his length. "Kate," he tries to say, but she cuts him off with her mouth, and then they don't speak again except in orgasm.
In the morning she's gone, and he dresses while making a search grid in his mind. It's always been this way, and it always will be. She runs, and he chases her.