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exposed brick and iron throughout the intimate space. One of the features that had drawn both Alan and Ash to the bar was they didn’t have a food menu, but instead chose to focus on the quality of the liquor, beer and wines they offered.
    “So, it’s been a couple weeks. What’s up with you , friend?” Alan thanked the bartender for the fresh martini, and turned toward Ash.
    “Same old, same old. Relatively heavy case load right now, and the ones I have are -” Ash hesitated, trying to find the word for what had been happening with the Garrett case. “Gruesome.”
    Alan’s eyebrows lifted. “Oh. Do tell.”
    Ash shook her head, and emptied her pint glass. “You know I don’t like talking about the details of my work.” She caught the bartender’s eye, and gestured for another beer as well. “Let’s just say it’s awful, and nothing your delicate psyche should be exposed to.”
    Alan frowned. “But I like exposing my psyche.”
    Ash shook her head. “Pervert.”
    She pulled the fresh pint of beer toward her and thanked the bartender. Lifting her head back slightly to take a drink, her eyes wandered to the seating area on the second floor balcony that overlooked the main level of the bar. Her stomach did a slight somersault, and she nearly choked on her beer.
    Alan began to pat Ash on the back. “Christ. Are you okay?”
    Ash wiped at the beer dripping from her chin, and reached across the bar to grab a black napkin from the bartender’s caddy. “I’m okay.”
    Feeling more composed, Ash rolled her eyes toward the balcony, and lower ed her voice. “The blonde woman sitting nearest the railing is the M.E. working one of my cases.”
    Alan immediately pivoted on his bar stool and looked directly at the woman. “Fuck me. She’s gorgeous.”
    Ash pulled her friend back around by the shoulders. “Would you please not make a scene?”
    Alan shrugged Ash’s hand off and twisted his neck back around to look at the woman again. “She is a scene, friend. I mean just look at her. If I was ever going to cross the street and join your little clique, she would be the crossing guard.”
    Ash rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous, and it’s not a clique.” Ash looked up at Emma and then at Alan. “Do you think she’s that attractive?”
    “Are you serious?” Alan took Ash’s chin in his hand and turned her head upward so she was forced to look at Emma again. “Are your eyes attached to your brain like a real person?”
    Ash squinted and looked at Emma closely. She knew the woman was beautiful, but the last thing she needed was Alan deciding to play match maker. “I guess. I’ve only seen her in scrubs and usually with a face guard on.”
    Ash felt heat rise to her face as she took in what Emma was wearing now. She was in a sleeveless silk green blouse that accentuated perfectly shaped biceps, and a dark brown pencil skirt that from Ash’s vantage point, showed just the right amount of Emma’s shapely legs. To further add to the flush spreading through Ash’s body, her eyes wandered down past Emma’s perfectly shaped ankles to a pair of brown suede Manolo Blahnik heels. Christ, is that what she had on under the scrubs earlier?
    “What’s her name?” Alan continued to stare at the woman.
    “What?” Ash looked at Alan who wore a mischievous grin on his face.
    Alan nodded his head toward Emma. “The gorgeous shrew’s name?”
    Ash looked down at her beer, refusing to make eye contact with her friend. “D r. Emma Atman.”
    Turing back around, Alan took a sip of his martini. “Are you going to make a move on that?”
    Ash sighed. “You’re so crude. A nd besides, she doesn’t bat for the same team.”
    Alan snickered. “You lesbians and your sports analogies.” Alan emptied his glass. “And this one isn’t even accurate.”
    Ash furrowed her brow. “How do you mean?”
    Alan nodded toward Emma. “She and her lady friend seem very friendly.”
    Ash glanced up at Emma . She had been so