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Rebecca thought she would hear from Richie immediately after meeting with Carmela and Geri. She even imagined him storming into Homicide to complain about her questioning his precious mother. But he didn’t.
She heard nothing at all.
Now, at home, as she ate leftover Chinese food by herself, she realized she felt disappointed.
Okay, that did it. Enough was enough.
Whenever she and Richie were together, she knew his words as well as her own about not wanting anything to do with each other beyond friendship, simply weren’t true. Not that she thought he was seriously falling for her, or God forbid, her with him, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt such a “zing” when a man simply touched her—or gave her a quick kiss while standing on a sidewalk.
Lust.
That summed up exa
