Zoey sat still on the bed, her gaze locked on Gerald's face. The silence stretched, heavy, as if the world outside had ceased to exist. Finally, she withdrew her hand and broke the spell with a faint laugh.
“What the hell. You’re really good at this, aren’t you?”
Gerald’s lips twitched. “If you mean being a detective, then yes.”
Zoey’s smile lingered, though something about the moment unsettled her. “Yes, I was referring to that,” she whispered, her eyes glistening. “Somehow, it feels right.”
“What's that?” Gerald asked.
“Not having to act serious all the time,” she said. She flinched, lips pressing tightly. “I'm going to miss it though. Dressing up in uniform and leading the team. I will miss that life.”
Pausing, she chuckled and fastened her gaze back on him. “Though, when I hand o
