Some Like It in Handcuffs by Christine Warner

remember what I saw.”
    “Yeah, right.” She sneered. “If your memory is that bad, then you have to be older than thirty-six.”
    Sunny walked to the door separating them.
    “Ouch. You’re hurting my pride.”
    The yellow terry cloth robe hanging from the hook on the door caught her eye. Several post-it notes floated down to scatter over the surface of the floor when she pulled it off the hook. She tugged its plush fibers over her arms and cinched the belt at her waist.
    “You’re pride might be hurt, but I’ve been humiliated.” Not once but twice. Her anger from last night still simmered.
    “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
    The beat of Sunny’s heart quickened. She flung her bedroom door open and stood in front of Judson, layered in mismatched clothes.
    “I thought you didn’t remember.” She lifted her brow.
    Judson wiped the palm of his hand over his hairless head as he raked his gaze over her. Humor tugged at his lips.
    “It was coming back to me.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Until you opened the door.” He grimaced.
    She clasped her hands in front of her and waited. “I’d love to hear your apology while were face to face.”
    He bent at the knee and held out her forgotten slipper. “For you, princess.”
    Sunny chewed on her lip, but it curved into a smile anyway. She grabbed the slipper then tossed it through the open doorway of her bedroom. “Thanks.”
    “Maybe you should sit down before you pass out from heat exposure.” He shook his head. “Can you even bend?”
    “Don’t make fun of my outfit. That’d be like me asking if you could still eat with your fake mustache. If you wanted to explain why you ended up sleeping on my futon, you’d better get started.” She popped her hip. “Then we can talk about last night.”
    “Not much to explain.” He rubbed the stubble on his chin to hide his smirk. “I was organizing the pictures trying to see if anyone in the crowds looked familiar or out of place.”
    “And?”
    “A few faces I’d like to match a name to, but nothing jumped out at me. I made notes on the backs of some.”
    Sunny walked past him toward the office. “Let me take a look. A lot of times the perp will stand in the crowd and watch the investigation. Almost like a slap in the face to the authorities. I guess they get a kick out of being so close to the action, but not being discovered.”
    “It’s been proven more times than I can count.” He followed her.
    Sunny adjusted some of the pictures Judson had organized on the wall in silence. After several moments, she turned toward him.
    “So, then you decided to lay down on the job and take a cat nap?” She folded her arms over her chest.
    “Something like that. The last thing I remember, I peeled off my fury lip, leaned back on the futon, and contemplated pulling some files from the precinct.” He rocked on his heels.
    “Which reminds me, anything on the evidence box yet?”
    “They’re supposed to call one of us when it arrives from the warehouse.”
    “Good.” Sunny picked up her glasses from the round table and noticed Judson’s peel and stick mustache on the edge. Her heart thumped in her chest when she recalled how he’d tugged her toward him in the bar and given her a quick kiss. His mustache had tickled her lip. Even though it wasn’t real, she liked the feel of it when he kissed her. She adjusted her glasses over her nose before she ran her finger down the line of pictures filling the wall.
    “Here.” Judson handed her a large magnify glass.
    She looked at the glass then his face.
    “You really are a mind reader,” she said.
    Sunny grabbed the magnifier and examined the first couple of pictures. Judson stood next to her shuffling through some of the notes Glen DeVito had included from his own investigation taken more than twenty years ago.
    Her pulse accelerated as she listened to his even breathing. Even in wrinkled clothes he managed to exude a manliness that was hard to ignore. He got