“I was calling to inquire whether your schedule is free for breakfast.”
“Oh, God! What time is it?”
“A little after six.”
There was no immediate response.
“For reasons I can’t imagine, I’m ravenous,” Matt said.
“I don’t even want to think about breakfast,” Olivia said. “My God, Matt!”
“My God, what, Olivia?”
“I haven’t even had time to think, and you want breakfast?”
“Think about what?”
“Oh, for God’s sake! Everything!”
“What is there to think about?”
“You know I didn’t want that to happen.”
Oh, shit!
“Do I detect a slight tone of regret?”
“I didn’t say that, Matt,” Olivia said. “Oh, God!”
“May I infer, then, that it was not an entirely disappointing experience for you?”
Olivia giggled.
“Not entirely,” she said. “My God!”
“You keep saying ‘My God.’ ”
“I keep remembering what happened,” she said. “My God, I can’t believe I behaved like that!”
“For my part, it was an entirely delightful experience.”
“Was it?”
“Couldn’t you tell?”
“Oh, Matt! What are we going to do?”
“That brings us back to breakfast.”
“No. For one thing, I’m not hungry, and for another, I don’t want anyone to see us together.”
“Why not?”
“You know why not.”
“I don’t give a damn who sees us together. Anyway, we’re working together.”
“I do. I want to stay in Homicide.”