I remember vividly what that vision did to me,
You laying with her in our bed.
It was burnt into her memory like a brand.
She had wanted to sneak in quietly, grab her second-favorite pair of boots from his closet, and be out before he woke up for his shift. She had managed to reach the key he hid above his door with the barest skin of her fingertips and get the door open without any sound from within. Once inside his apartment, she froze, doubting. It had been a rough few weeks, what with Rueben’s death and everything. The few times she had tried to reach out to him at work, he shied away from her. He didn’t look at her without wincing, didn’t touch her at all. Lindsay was hurt, confused, and, if she was being perfectly honest with herself, a little pissed off. She didn’t put her heart on the line so a cocky, self-absorbed, incredibly handsome crime scene detective could play games with it. She was born and raised in Bozeman, Montana, for Chrissake’s. She and women like her ate men like Danny for breakfast.