She was a tad distracted by the deep sound of his laughter, and barely registered his faint surprise at her occupation. She liked the deep sound of his voice...it was thoroughly masculine and highly attractive. "Huh? Oh. Criminalistics. I run the lab for the NYPD...well, myself and my colleague. I started in the field." She'd liked being in the field, but the lab itself had proved far more challenging...something she thrived on. She was always working to advance herself, to get further training and broaden her skills. It was a vast science, and one she found utterly fascinating.
"Maybe that's why I'm not missing it." She said with a smirk, speaking of the dating world. Her track record had been lacking, for sure. She'd never really experienced that bond that was so essential in a relationship. Sure, there'd been comfortable companionship...and friendly love at best. But never that all-encompassing love you saw in movies or read about in books, and never that blazing passion. It wasn't that she hadn't hoped for it...it just had never come along. After awhile, she'd made peace with the idea that that kind of thing just didn't really exist..and if it did, it just didn't didn't exist for her. And that was alright.
She shot him an appreciative look as told her about the apartments. "Thank you. I wasn't expecting to have to look for lodging tonight, or I'd have called ahead." She sighed, clearly irritated with the messenger. His motion drew her focus completely, her gaze dropping to where his hand was shifting his holster. Realization made her eyes draw wide as she viewed the Glock, and they darted quickly up to meet his. She stared at him for a full thirty seconds, pale pink lips formed in a little 'o'. Then, she propped her elbows on the bar and planted her forehead in her palms with a groan.
Damnit! Here she was, seriously batting around the idea of taking a little bit of a personal interest in this vacation by pursuing a very sexy and eligible local...and that local turned out the damned sheriff that her brother's cohorts wanted her to see. Which undoubtedly meant that there was trouble...very real trouble...and very likely caused by said cohorts. What a wonderful impression to make...to be associated with the likes of that! If he didn't think she was trouble now, it would sure as hell happen soon. She mentally cursed her luck, before finally raising her head to peer at him, a few strands of silken brown falling across her furrowed brow. "Oh God. What did they do?" She asked him, though in her mortification, she didn't wait for an answer before blurting out more. "I hadn't heard from my brother in ten damn years, and then yesterday his friend Memphis called me. Told me that Stanley was in trouble...that they all were, and wanted to know if I'd help. I couldn't say no." She sighed, lifting her drink for a decent swallow. She closed her eyes for a moment, visibly trying to compose herself, before facing him again. "I'm sorry. Memphis said to find you, in the text. Said you could explain. What did they get me into?"
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