AS SOON AS SHE GOT home, Lizzie headed for the shower to wash off the grimy feeling that dealing with Nolan had left her.
Forty minutes later, wearing her old Seattle PD sweatshirt and yoga pants, and with a towel wrapped around her hair, she padded into the kitchen to figure out dinner. The empty silence around her made her sigh.
Donny hasn’t even been gone a day and I miss him.
“You must be psychic,” she proclaimed when she answered her suddenly ringing cell phone.
He laughed. “Why do you say that?”
“Because I was just thinking about you. Everything all right?”
“It’s going well,” he told her. “Matter of fact we should be able to head out sometime tomorrow. How was your first day as an FBI agent?”
“Well, I got to deck a guy, and I’m pretty sure I broke his nose, so, that’s always f
