“Huh,” she said, resting her chin on her fist as she absorbed the astounding revelation. “Wonder when that happened?” Over time. That’s when it had happened. He hadn’t pushed. Instead, he’d allowed her to come to her own conclusion in her own time. “Crafty of him.” She decided to wait until she closed Sinclair to act on the decision she seemed to have made at some point over the last few weeks. “Wonder what he’d say if I just show up with all my crap and say, hi honey, I’m home.” The idea of disrupting his finely tuned sense of order had her chortling with laughter.

Scooting the leather chair up to the desk, she checked things out. Of course, Nick being Nick, everything was exactly where it belonged, which all but dared her to mess with it. Feeling a little reckless after the conversation they’d just had, she moved a few items around on his impeccable desk while waiting for the computer to boot up.

Delighted with her handiwork, she tried to focus on the computer and the long list of names she needed to run. But rather than log into the police department system, she opened the Internet browser and did a search for endometriosis treatment.

That’s where Nick found her fifteen minutes later. “What’re you looking at?” he asked, massaging her shoulders from behind. “And why do you have to screw around every time you sit at my desk?”

Startled, Sam attempted to minimize the window but clicked the wrong button and made it larger.

Nick leaned in for a closer look. “Laser surgery offers revolutionary hope to endometriosis sufferers,” he read from the screen.

She closed the window and attempted to shake him off.

“Hey! I was reading that.”

“And now you’re not.”

“What did it say?”

Sam could hear the excitement in his voice, which is exactly why she hadn’t mentioned it earlier. She couldn’t bear to get his hopes up only to see them dashed the way hers had been by two miscarriages when she was married to Peter. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” He spun the office chair around, forcing her to look at him. “Talk. Now.”

“There’s nothing to say.”

He raised an eyebrow to let her know he wasn’t buying it.

“It’s just this thing Harry mentioned. It probably doesn’t even apply to me, so there’s no need to get all worked up over something that’ll never happen.”

His eyes widened with understanding. “He said there’s something you can do—something we can do—didn’t he?”

“See? You’re already excited, and I can’t deal with that!”

“Maybe if you just told me what he said, rather than expecting me to decode your ramblings, we could have an honest conversation here.”