person seemed intrusive. However, there was no denying they were swamped with cases and the two of them were only capable of handling so much. "That's not a bad idea."
"We've got to do something. I'd really like to have more quality time to spend with Liz and Cody," Steve said of his wife and son. "I can hardly believe we'll be celebrating his first birthday in a few weeks. Time flies when you get old."
Cameron chuckled. "Yes, you are an old man. And I agree you should spend more time with Liz and Cody."
"And you need more of a social life, and time to pursue things with whatever woman was giving you grief this weekend," Steve added with a grin. "So as we're in agreement, I'll put the word out that we're looking for someone experienced in the investigative field, and we'll see what happens from there."
"Sounds good," Cameron said.
Standing, Cameron gathered his case files, wondering what Steve would do if he knew the woman who'd given him the best kind of grief he'd had in a while was his cousin, Mia. Cameron was pretty sure he knew the answer to that. Most likely, he'd be looking for a new partner.
AS soon as Mia walked into her apartment Wednesday evening after a long day at work, she set her purse and the day's mail on the kitchen counter and then kicked off her heels. Out of habit, she glanced at the message center on the wall next to the phone and found a note from Gina stating that she was staying at Ray's for the night.
Mia tried to ignore the all-too-frequent sickening feeling in her belly that accompanied the thought of Gina being alone with Ray. Gina was an adult, Mia reasoned, and even though she worried about her roommate and the man she was currently involved with, she couldn't protect Gina if she wasn't willing to admit there was a problem in her relationship with Ray.
Retrieving a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator, Mia twisted off the cap and took a long drink to quench her thirst. Considering her own lack of a love life, which did not include her spontaneous night with Cameron, it looked like she had a quiet night of solitude ahead of her. She should have been happy about that, but she enjoyed Gina's company and had grown used to having someone else in the apartment at night, even if she was in her own room working on a stained-glass design.
Being alone was her own fault, she knew. She hadn't had a real relationship with a guy in nearly two years. But like every relationship she'd attempted before, that one had lasted a scarce three months before she'd started to feel restless and stifled and had broken things off. It was a familiar pattern that made her face the fact that she just didn't do relationships. At least not well.
Which was too bad, she thought as she made herself a chicken Caesar salad for dinner, because she'd really enjoyed being with Cameron the other night—their banter, her teasing, and the way Cameron had ultimately lost control with her. But it wasn't as though he'd asked to see her again when he'd dropped her off at her apartment. No, she'd gotten the distinct impression that she was the kind of woman he'd have a hot, illicit affair with but not a long-term relationship. It appeared that their fling was a one-time deal to finally get her out of his system—even if she did secretly wish for more.
Finished making her salad, she took the plate and her water to the kitchen counter and sorted through her mail, figuring that was about as exciting as her evening was going to get She took a bite of chicken as she separated the bills from junk mail and catalogs. At the bottom of a pile she came across a regular-size envelope addressed to her, but there was no indication of who the sender was because there wasn't a return address. The envelope was bulkier than normal, indicating there was something more than just a letter inside.
Curiosity piqued, she set her fork down on her plate and opened the envelope. She pulled out the folded
"We've got to do something. I'd really like to have more quality time to spend with Liz and Cody," Steve said of his wife and son. "I can hardly believe we'll be celebrating his first birthday in a few weeks. Time flies when you get old."
Cameron chuckled. "Yes, you are an old man. And I agree you should spend more time with Liz and Cody."
"And you need more of a social life, and time to pursue things with whatever woman was giving you grief this weekend," Steve added with a grin. "So as we're in agreement, I'll put the word out that we're looking for someone experienced in the investigative field, and we'll see what happens from there."
"Sounds good," Cameron said.
Standing, Cameron gathered his case files, wondering what Steve would do if he knew the woman who'd given him the best kind of grief he'd had in a while was his cousin, Mia. Cameron was pretty sure he knew the answer to that. Most likely, he'd be looking for a new partner.
AS soon as Mia walked into her apartment Wednesday evening after a long day at work, she set her purse and the day's mail on the kitchen counter and then kicked off her heels. Out of habit, she glanced at the message center on the wall next to the phone and found a note from Gina stating that she was staying at Ray's for the night.
Mia tried to ignore the all-too-frequent sickening feeling in her belly that accompanied the thought of Gina being alone with Ray. Gina was an adult, Mia reasoned, and even though she worried about her roommate and the man she was currently involved with, she couldn't protect Gina if she wasn't willing to admit there was a problem in her relationship with Ray.
Retrieving a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator, Mia twisted off the cap and took a long drink to quench her thirst. Considering her own lack of a love life, which did not include her spontaneous night with Cameron, it looked like she had a quiet night of solitude ahead of her. She should have been happy about that, but she enjoyed Gina's company and had grown used to having someone else in the apartment at night, even if she was in her own room working on a stained-glass design.
Being alone was her own fault, she knew. She hadn't had a real relationship with a guy in nearly two years. But like every relationship she'd attempted before, that one had lasted a scarce three months before she'd started to feel restless and stifled and had broken things off. It was a familiar pattern that made her face the fact that she just didn't do relationships. At least not well.
Which was too bad, she thought as she made herself a chicken Caesar salad for dinner, because she'd really enjoyed being with Cameron the other night—their banter, her teasing, and the way Cameron had ultimately lost control with her. But it wasn't as though he'd asked to see her again when he'd dropped her off at her apartment. No, she'd gotten the distinct impression that she was the kind of woman he'd have a hot, illicit affair with but not a long-term relationship. It appeared that their fling was a one-time deal to finally get her out of his system—even if she did secretly wish for more.
Finished making her salad, she took the plate and her water to the kitchen counter and sorted through her mail, figuring that was about as exciting as her evening was going to get She took a bite of chicken as she separated the bills from junk mail and catalogs. At the bottom of a pile she came across a regular-size envelope addressed to her, but there was no indication of who the sender was because there wasn't a return address. The envelope was bulkier than normal, indicating there was something more than just a letter inside.
Curiosity piqued, she set her fork down on her plate and opened the envelope. She pulled out the folded
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