He had showered and was dressing. This was the awkward part of these situations. Had it only been four hours. He strapped on his watch. We wondered about leaving. What had she said to him at the door? Something about a point of no return. He had no idea , he was so was so worked up that he would have given her his gun and badge if she had asked for them. He finished dressing and walked into the kitchen.

The most wonderful smells were coming from the kitchen. She had obviously showered and dressed in another part of the house. Her hair was still damp and curling up, she had on a white tank top and faded jeans , no shoes. She saw him standing in the doorway and spoke first.

"This is the weird part, right "

"I was just thinking that." he replied

"Good" he thought ,she felt like he did.

She really was exactly his type. The only difference between Holly and the other women he knew, was the fact that she was obviously loaded. He like the combination of the green eyes and red hair. He had noticed her eyes changed color with her emotions. He looked around the room. He knew this neighborhood and you had to have some serious dough to live here alone. He actually wanted to stay a while talk to her. His eyes took in details of the kitchen and the den he could see through the arch separating the two rooms. He knew what he was doing, instincts of a detective. Know you surrounding. He had noticed a few family snapshots in the bedroom. One of an older couple, five men and Holly surrounding them, probley grandchildren too.. That had to be her family. The man looked a lot older than the woman, the parents. Looked like red hair and green eyes ran in the family. Some of her brothers looked old enough to be his father. The only other photo that stood out was of a man and a boy. The boy had red hair and her green eyes. He was reaching for the person taking the photo.

"Hungry?" she said breaking his train of thought.

"What's cooking?" he moved to the stove.

"Gumbo, is that okay?" she stirred a pot.

"There is no way you have had time to make gumbo, while I was in the shower."

"How do you know, Jersey?" she laughed

"I know my way around the kitchen. I know just starting with the base is…"

"It's called rue and no I don't cook. My brother has been here. Any time the boys come to visit, they fill my freezer with food. Hollis is the New Orleans's specialty. Rogers hunt's so I get a lot of smoked meat from him, Jeffery does Italian and Gavin.." He cut her off

"Do you cook?"

"No, I warm up, I reheat, I do not cook." she said "I am the baby of the family and the only girl."

"Spoiled baby girl" he mocked her

"Hey, I've got five older brothers that will beat your ass if you mess with me." she mocked back "Well, you might take the three oldest, but Robert and Hollis definitely."

"You think so, huh?" He grabbed her around the waist and held her.

"Oh definitely, I think the best match would be with Hollis since the two of you are the same age."

"How do you know that?" He asked and she released him and walked back to the stove to dish up the food. Her back was turned from him.

Something had changed. One minute all fun and games now she seemed pensive.

"Did I say something wrong?" Jim asked, wishing he could see her face.

"No, I just realized, you don't really know anything about me, not really."

"You're right. You have me at a disadvantage. You know a lot more about me than I know about you. My whole life in in a folder on your desk at the hospital, I imagine." she nodded as he said this. He had a flash back , they were in her bed room. When she had made the remark about him holding her heart in his hand.

"I knew a lot more about what I was getting into then you did." she said , her eyes changing , darkening.

"Look, I'm not going to make excuses. I am not a choir boy when comes to this kind of thing. You are an attractive woman. You brought me home, led me to your bed."

"No, I wanted you. I just.. It's.." she stammered and her. He walked to the stove and put his arms around her waist again.

"Holly, I know more about you than you think I do. It's my job to be able read people and situations." He whispered in her ear. She turned staying in his embrace.

"Okay hot shot detective, what do you know about me?" her green eyes turning icy, challenging. She was daring him to interrogate her.

He let her go and looked at her coolly. If she wanted him to do this he would do it.

Her stomach growled and it broke the tension.

"Can we at least eat too?" she said handing him a bowl and spoon.