Mack tossed the paper napkin in a nearby trash bin and rose from the park bench he’d occupied for the past ten minutes. “I enjoyed the extra-spicy mustard.” “Right.” Sandy elbowed him and headed back toward the station. “I believe it was the first one you’ve had in a while. Ever since Honey started packing you those healthy lunches.” He fell in next to her. “She swears if I don’t start taking better care of myself, I’ll end up with a heart condition like my dad.” “She’s right.” His partner’s tone lost its joviality and became serious. “You’re lucky to have a woman who loves you so much and takes such good care of you. I like being single sometimes, not having to answer to anyone…but other times it would be nice to have someone around who cares.” “Sandy, don’t go soft on me. But you know I care. Juanita, too. And the chief. Most of the guys, too. Even if they do flirt too hard, sometimes.” “I appreciate your friendship, but it’s not the same.”
