AN Just learning how to add chapters so we thought we'd put another one up tonight...we'll work on more soon.
She threw back her head and laughed. Oh yes, he thought to himself, this could end up being a fantastic night.
"I'm glad to know we're on the same page," she said.
"It would seem that way, Shelby Winters, NARC," he said, running his fingers down her bare arm.
He watched her features soften slightly and the beginning of her bedroom eyes starting to appear at his touch. She finished off her second martini and ordered them another round.
"Quick," she said in his ear, "Tell me more about yourself before I get too drunk to care."
He couldn't help but chuckle. "What do you want to know? I'm 32, single, I like long walks on the beach…"
"Oh god, please don't start!" she said, giggling.
"Well what? Tell me what you want to know," he said, liking her laugh more and more.
"Why did you become a cop?"
"I broke my wrist and couldn't play baseball," he said. "Next question."
"Why forensics?"
He let his gaze travel over her again. "So I could know more about your anatomy than you do." He smiled as a soft blush came to her cheeks. "What else?"
"Siblings?"
"A sister."
"Okay, I'm done," she said, pulling away from him with a smile. He wanted her close again.
"Now you," he said.
"Now me what?" she asked innocently.
"Tell me about yourself before I'm too drunk to care. Same questions."
"Why did I become a cop…" she mused. "Someone told me I couldn't," she said with a mischievous smile.
"Why NARC?"
"The last cop I dated went to homicide and I needed to be as far from him as I could get."
"Who was the last cop you dated?"
"I never asked you that question," she protested.
"I've never dated a cop," he countered.
"I don't want to say."
"Why not?"
"You might know him and stop being interested in me."
He looked over at her hand that was still rhythmically stroking her martini glass and raised an eyebrow at her. "I highly doubt that."
"Don Flack."
This time, both of Danny's eyebrows shot up. "You dated Flack?"
"See? I knew you'd know him!" she exclaimed, flustered.
"No, no," he was laughing at her reaction. "It's cool. When?"
"Ah, we had a 'thing' back when we were both rookies. It was self-destructive right from the start."
"A 'thing', hey?" he said.
"Yes, a 'thing.' He was cute in a Sasquatch kind of way. Can we move on now?"
He was still laughing at her defensiveness. "No! I wanna hear more about this 'thing' with Sasquatch Flack. I'm fascinated!"
She glared at him a moment then grabbed his face and kissed him.
"What were we talking about?" he asked weakly when she pulled away.
"Exactly," she said, liking that way more than she should have.
"You know, we were, uh, we were on the same page earlier," he tried, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.
She just smiled that confident cocky smile of hers and leaned into him. "Let's go dancing first," she said, biting his ear softly.