He heard her come in and went to her office. It was time to commiserate on the list. ‘So?’ she said. It was sharper than intended. ‘I like that in a woman.’ ‘What?’ she asked. ‘Swatting away compliments with acerbic wit.’ ‘Acerbic? Your new word for the day?’ She smiled. ‘Inspired by you.’ ‘“Relaxed” is a compliment?’ ‘I meant it that way. Lunch?’ he asked. ‘No,’ Carly said. She began to realize she was overreacting. She was feeling guilty – or maybe just strange – about last night. Why, she didn’t know. Nothing happened, other than sleeping with a client who was an outlier of sorts. Then again, in the eyes of Noah Lang, William Blake was a murder suspect. And he was, of course, if she remained objective. She took a deep breath. ‘Thanks for the offer. Let’s do have lunch. We need to talk, don’t we?’ ‘We do. And we need to eat.’ At the bottom of Potrero Hill is an area called ‘Dogpatch’. It’s a small neighborhood characterized by quaint little houses that survived the 1906 earthquake and by its proximity to the Bay.
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