“Whatever the heavens threw at those asphalt thoroughfares and concrete parking lots, they just drank it up. There was one thing the city hadn’t lost since the virus hit town: good drainage. Winter Masakawa considered telling his partner this, but it was time to order espresso. “Gimme a white chocolate mocha, the biggest size you got,” he said, leaning from the passenger seat to address the guy in the “Espresso Yourself” drive-thru window. In doing so, Winter was acutely aware of his proximity t...o the woman behind the wheel of their police Interceptor. She smelled faintly of lilac soap and shampoo, her breath just tickling his neck when he leaned over her lap. The heat of her body was also subtly detectible, or at least it seemed so to Winter. But, of course, he was in love with her. “Decaf nonfat latte, medium,” Nicolette Waters ordered. Her slightly rough, businesslike voice was about an octave lower than the average girl’s. He loved listening to her talk because she spoke precisely but without calculation, and in pleasantly resonant tones.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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