“It’s not a date.”

I paused from the application of blush to glower at Sigmund’s reflection in the mirror.  

He returned my stare with smugness. “Who are you trying to convince, me or yourself?”

“It so happens to be the truth.”

I exhaled and applied the finishing touches to my makeup which included two different shades of lipstick artfully blended together. It had been a while since I got dolled up for a date, but as I blended the colors I reminded myself this wasn’t a date. This was two pseudo coworkers, discussing a case, over a meal. A very fancy meal, but a meal all the same.

Sigmund pushed off the doorframe and entered my bedroom, where he picked up one of the tubes of lipstick and read the name on the bottom....

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