And he'd rejected my touch that horrible day when he had first started pulling away from me.
The detectives would see it all if they looked back far enough, those private and personal moments in time.
"Call me if you need me," I said as I dropped my bag and purse off at the breakfast bar.
"I'll be home all night."
We hung up, and I noticed an unfamiliar trench coat slung over one of the bar stools.
I shouted out to Cary, "Honey, I'm home!" I put the bottle of apple juice in the fridge and headed down the hallway to my bedroom for a shower.
I was on the threshold of my room when Cary's door opened and Tatiana came out.
My eyes widened at the sight of her naughty nurse costume, complete with exposed garters and fishnets.
"Hey, honey," she said, looking smug.
She was astonishingly tall in her heels, towering over me.
A successful model, Tatiana Cherlin had the kind of face and body that could stop traffic.
"Take care of him for me."
Blinking, I watched the leggy blonde disappear into the living room.
I heard the front door shut a short time later.Cary appeared in his doorway, looking mussed and flushed and wearing only his boxer briefs.
He leaned into the doorway with a lazy, satisfied grin.
"Hey."
"Hey, yourself.
Looks like you had a good day."
"Hell yeah."
That made me smile.
"No judgment here, but I assumed you and Tatiana were done."
"I never thought we got started."
He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it.
"Then she showed up today all worried and apologetic.
She's been in Prague and didn't hear about me until this morning.
She rushed over wearing that, like she read my perverted mind."
I leaned into my doorway, too.
"Guess she knows you."
"Guess she does."
He shrugged.