The slightly dreamy expression in her eyes wasn't about the idea of food either.
A nice dinner. With a guy who wasn't staring at her tits while he talked, who didn't make her feel like she was never going to be anything except a quick lay ... How could he possibly be a cop? Every cop she'd ever met was an asshole. Especially how could he be a cop with that sweet smile? She kept turning that over in her head.






