I can see how good the weekend was.” Sam handed her a cappuccino and grinned. “So, this thing with the doc getting serious?” He acted like treating her to her favorite coffee gave him permission to pry. “Good weekend. None of your damn business,” she said, the growl underlying her response an attempt to ward off any further intrusion into her personal life. “Of course it’s my business. This is how we bond, partner.” “If we haven’t bonded in the last three years over a shitload of dead bodies, it ain’t gonna happen over my love life.” He sat on the edge of her desk and took a sip of his coffee. “Interesting. You called it your love life, not your sex life.” “Go away, Sam.” She busied herself shuffling papers, not really knowing what they were, in an attempt to get the message across that the conversation was over. “Not talking, huh?
