We finished our coffee in a sort of strained silence. The conversation seemed to lose its momentum. Maybe that's the kind of thing that happens when you become intimate so quickly with a total stranger.
I told her I should probably get back to investigating Paige Turner's murder.
"Will we see each other again?" she asked with a lilt in her voice.
"Do you want that?" I asked coyly.
She giggled, "Do you?"
I rose from the couch and went to her, pulling her up from the chair and kissing her, the taste of coffee swirling around in our mouths...