She arrived at the office at 0915, a frothy mocha latte in one hand and a large paper evidence bag containing Susan Kane’s bear in the other. She set the bag on top of the file cabinet and turned to Jim. His eyes were bloodshot. Fatigue shadowed his features. And yet he’d taken the time to shave, since he still had a small piece of tissue lodged against a cut.“You look like something the cat dragged in,” she said as she sat next to him and placed the latte aside. “Sorry I’m late.” Ellen wondered if he was still tossing and turning because of their kiss. Last night she’d slept deeply, then dreamed of making love with Jim. That had awakened her too early, her body aching for him. Her heart, as well.“Hmm? Reckon I do.”“Matter of fact,” Ellen said, putting her knapsack on the desk, “you still have some evidence of your shaving left behind.”Cochrane lifted his head. “What?”“Hold still for a moment.” She gently pulled the paper away. “There.” She got up and dropped the tissue in the wastebasket.Rubbing his throat, Cochrane said, “Thanks.”
