Since getting back on the job, she’d settled into the routines of shifts and lineups with a mixture of relief and deep contentment. She was back in command of her life, operating inside her comfort zone once more. Her work performance was nearing its all-time high, almost as if the shooting had never occurred. Life was returning to normal, with the notable and frustrating exception of her sexual adventures. This past month was the longest dry spell she’d experienced in over a year, and it wasn’t welcome. The rush of being back on the job satisfied an adrenaline need, but nothing assured her she was alive like frequent hot sex. She stopped by the club every night on her way home but no one sparked any interest. Jesse had even planned several singles nights to snap her out of the funk, but that hadn’t worked. While her body remained sexually inactive, her mind was out of control. Flashes of her night with Regan seemed trapped in a memory recall that tormented her over and over. She tried to rid herself of them by comparing their encounter with the numerous anonymous liaisons she’d had and telling herself there was really no difference, sex was sex.
