<br/><strong>Emily</strong><br/><strong>Miami PD</strong><br/><strong>Talking with Susan</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Taco truck?  What stuff did they put in tacos?  Would they do veggie?  Salad?   Emily tried not to let her smile waver.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Well...Gabriel would probably have her out of here and with a job to do well before then.  Still...</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, thanks, that would be brilliant, if things work out.  I'll give you a call or text when I know what I'm doing.  Then you'll have my number too."  Could she find a pretext to propose somewhere else?  Invite her to eat at the apartment?  Or would that freak her out or look like showing off?  Or was Emily really thinking that there was privacy and a bed there?  Christ, she didn't know her own mind!!  She needed a bit of space.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily touched Susan on the shoulder and gave her a last, slightly lingering smile as she stood up.  Time to see how Gabriel was getting on: if that detective wasn't going to keep the appointment they could come back some other time.  Meanwhile she had to get her thoughts together.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">And there was Chrissie to think about and reply to.  All of a sudden her life was heating up.</span>