Kyra dragged into the precinct the next day, haven't hardly slept all night. She kept replaying the entire scene in Sean's arms and his frustrating departure. Kyra knew she should be grateful he kept them from acting out on their mutual attraction before they were ready but it left her yearning him more.
Sean looked worse for the wear, too. After a cold shower and about four hours of fitful sleeping, he finally decided there was paperwork he could be catching up on at the office. He watched Kyra cross the squad room with barely a glance in his direction.
Chase was leaning back in his chair, his fingers locked behind his head, his feet on the desk, half-dozing, when Kyra perched on the side of his desk.
"I'm going to kill you," she announced. He popped open one blue eye and grinned.
"That good, huh?" he replied.
"That is the last time I let you talk me into anything," Kyra growled, swatting at his boots. He clanked his feet to the ground and leaned forward.
"Oh, come on, Kyra! You can't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself." She fought from blushing as she recalled how she had immensely enjoyed herself in Sean's arms.
"Whatever," she said, hopping off his desk and plopping herself in her own chair. "Next time I'm going to ignore your suggestions."
The morning segued into afternoon as Kyra and Chase pursued leads on their current case. She was staring at a computer screen when she heard Sean call out.
"Lyons! I need you to see you in my office!" the captain shouted into the squad room. Chase questioningly looked up at her from the files he was flipping through. She shrugged in response and walked toward Sean's office.
"Shut the door, please," Sean said, leaning back from his massive oak desk and crossing his arms.
Kyra obeyed and faced him, her back to the squad room.
"Do you still want to have dinner tonight?" he softly asked so as to not draw attention his men on the other side of the window.
"Yes," she whispered. "What did you have in mind?"
"Simpson's? Off Highway 81?" She was familiar with the little homestyle café.
"I'll meet you there around 7." He nodded and stood up.
"Then it's settled," he said as he walked past her to open the office door. She returned to her desk, fighting the urge to smile. Chase stared at her but decided not to ask.