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replied Natasha. “Got turned on reading a sexy article and decided to wait up.”
    Jack glanced at a copy of Canadian Medical Association Journal on the bedside table. “Pretty hot stuff! Are you going to give me another night class in human anatomy?”
    “The thought crossed my mind.”
    “Think you can wait until I shower?”
    “You’ll need another one when I’m done with — hey! That’s blood on your shirt.”
    “Not mine. It’s from that policewoman with the broken nose I told you about. She’s okay, other than looking like a racoon. Now you know why I need to shower.”
    “Everything go okay?”
    “Yes, it went fine. Some bad guys went back to jail tonight.”
    “Good. Go shower. I’ll stay awake, but don’t take too long.”
    “Do you mean you’ll stay awake while I’m in the shower … or after?”
    Natasha replied by throwing a pillow at him.
    Jack chuckled, caught the pillow, and threw it back. Then something else caught his attention. He picked up an imitation red rose off of their dresser. Its stem and leaves were green plastic and the red flower was made from silk. The flower was extremely faded and it was obvious it had spent many years in the sun. “What’s this?” he asked, placing one hand over his heart as if overwhelmed by her thoughtfulness.
    “That’s not for you! A man … it was given to me.”
    “Is that a fact?” Jack raised an eyebrow and added, “Well, although it is a symbol of love, I think I should warn you, that it is imitation only. Whoever the rogue is, I suspect his feelings for you are likely about as genuine as this rose.”
    “Oh, I don’t know,” replied Natasha. “I believe his feelings are sincere.”
    “Really?” replied Jack, sounding intrigued as he examined it more closely. “By a small piece of broken eggshell on the underside of one leaf, I would guess that you had breakfast with this new lover of yours?”
    Natasha laughed and said, “Okay, I confess. It was under my windshield wiper when I left work.”
    “A secret admirer,” said Jack. “This is getting more interesting all the time.”
    “Not so secret,” replied Natasha. “A grateful patient who is too shy to deliver it personally. His name is Melvin.”
    “Should I be jealous?” asked Jack, pursing his lips in an attempt not to smile.
    “Depends on your performance after your shower,” replied Natasha, sounding mischievous. “And how quick you come to bed. Not to mention, as I recall, it is you who tends to fall asleep all too soon sometimes.”
    “I’ll be fast,” said Jack, placing the rose back on the dresser. “Laura and I want to be at work by eight,” he added, while setting the alarm clock.
    “By eight! That’s only five hours away. Can’t you sleep in a little longer? I thought you were working afternoons on Monday. I don’t go in until after lunch.”
    “Sorry, hon,” replied Jack, letting out a sigh. “Our new boss starts tomorrow. Staff Sergeant Rosemary Wood. I should be there to greet her on her first day. I’ll take Tuesday morning off. I promise. I’ll even bring you breakfast in bed.”
    “You better.”
    Jack undressed and then disappeared into their ensuite.
    “What is she like?” Natasha called after him. “Do you think she’s going to be okay?”
    “Who?” asked Jack, his mind reflecting back to earlier in the evening and the look of terror on the face of a petrified young woman in the back seat of a car.
    “Your new boss. Didn’t you check her out? You said she was coming in from Toronto.”
    “Oh, her. I never heard her name until last week. Don’t know much about her, other than she worked on terrorism.”
    Natasha heard the sound of the shower come on, but Jack yelled back, “I did hear she got in trouble over an illegal search of some office.”
    Natasha caught the tone of Jack’s voice. He sounded happy. Why would that please him? She paused a moment and understood. Birds of a feather …
    She rolled over and caught a glimpse