A Diamond For Kate

Kate couldn’t speak. Tiny rivulets of sensation were traveling up her arm, causing her breath to catch in her throat and her pulse to stumble drunkenly. It was all she could do not to pull free.

Although she’d often imagined what she would say or do if she ever ran into Marshall Diamond again, none of the scenarios she’d envisioned had come anywhere near the real thing.

“I’m just doing my job. Goodnight, Dr. Diamond,” she managed to say, before slipping from the room.