A few days passed. She has not heard from him or "bumped" into him at either the coffee shop. He didn't visit the book store, either. "I could get used to this", she dared to think quietly. Christina was doing well in school, Woz was off doing no one knew what and the precinct was quiet. At night she relaxed, thanking God for much-needed peace.
That night she looked in the mirror and mused, "I need a damn haircut". She quietly smiled at the thought. She has not attended to things like that in a while. She grabbed a comb and ran it through her wet hair, water flowing in rivulets. She liked what she saw, her beautiful face and her luscious sweet body and felt quite fortunate to have both.
A loud scrape of a chair interrupted her thoughts. "Christina?". Her snaking hair still dripping along, she came to the kitchen and saw The Tie there. "Shit", went through her mind.
"You could have knocked", she said out loud leaning against the wall.
"I'm full of surprises, don't you think, Harlee? But so are you".
The way he uttered her name, with such base contempt, made her wish her robe were twice as long. He looked unbalanced, both tie and hair loose and askew. She looked at him, waiting.
"I fff..found your wire", he stammered and got up.
"Why bedroom, Harlee?", he advanced further. "Why not the living room? How could you possibly not know what you would find. It is my bed, Harlee, for christ's sake. So? Did you enjoy it? How many times did you watch? Did you want it? And do you possibly know what you cost me today?". She tried to keep quiet.
"I don't do well in a corner, Harlee. Look at me, look at me when I am talking to you!".
"If that's called "talking"...
He interrupted,
"Just be glad I have some control".