Don’t call me, I’ll call you, the note said. Did men ever call when they said that? Marisa had admired his focus on the case once he got a sniff of a lead. But now she was wondering if maybe she should have been insulted instead. Then again, he may have had good reason not to want to be distracted. Still, it seemed so cold after the night before. Maybe for him it was just physical. Well, physical with some kinky mind games. There wasn’t anything wrong with just physical, was there? Except, of course, for the fact that she wanted more. The skeptical cop was the last person in the world she should be falling in love with, although she thought maybe he’d become more open-minded. Maybe. In any case, there was nothing she could do now except wait. She tried to be productive and managed about twenty minutes of cleaning. She knew she felt a connection with Nolan. Was she deluding herself into thinking that because she’d had a clear vision after having sex with him that meant there was some special magic going on between them?
