“Hey, Zim,” David began when she opened her door the following afternoon. “You ready?”
“Ready for what?”
“To go celebrate kicking a*s today, of course! I knew you would. Come on, let’s go grab some steaks. My treat.”
“Well, since you put it that way...” Lizzie laughed. “Let me get changed right quick.”
She got out of her sweats and into jeans and her Seattle Police Academy t-shirt, finishing off the look with boots and her lightweight leather jacket. “Let’s go,” she said as she came down the stairs and grabbed her purse and keys. They laughed and talked all the way to the steakhouse that they’d agreed long ago was the best around.
They got settled into a booth and once they’d ordered – Lizzie did her usual, which was well done filet mignon, with lobster mac & cheese and sautéed mushro
