“Maggie, you never warned me how good-looking he was,” she gushed, spooning salads onto our dinner plates. The quesadillas from the grill were a little overdone but still edible with a hefty dollop of Lark’s homemade salsa spooned on top. “Can you imagine? I opened the door and nearly fainted. That young man could have quite a film career if he ever decides to leave police work. He’s drop-dead gorgeous.” “I don’t think a film career is in the cards for him, Mom. I think he’s pretty invested in his detective work. Maybe even obsessively so.” I thought ruefully about Rafe and his dedication to the Cypress Grove PD. The thought of him ditching it all for a movie career was about as likely as Hora tio Caine flashing his badge to cadge a free donut and coffee at the Krispy Kreme in north Miami. Some things are inviolate. “Well, so was Dennis Farina, and look what happened to him. One moment he’s a cop in Chicago and the next thing you know, he’s a movie star. All because he was a technical adviser on a film set and Michael Mann noticed he had acting potential.”
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