CJ smelled Logan as he entered the car and he stifled a shudder than ran through his body. The cop oozed beast and it turned the attorney on. CJ worked hard to keep his cool and found himself turning into the façade that was seen so often in the courtroom. He became unemotional and quiet, contemplative. It was the complete opposite of what he wanted to be. Taking a few breaths through his mouth – to focus on that and not the intoxicating smell – he smiled.<br/><br/>“Actually, yes.” CJ answered Logan’s question. His mother was the last person that sat in the seat. CJ didn’t want to explain his mother’s gifting tendencies. It wasn’t necessary and the cop didn’t need to know.<br/><br/>“I guess you can clean up a little.” CJ said changing the subject. Logan did better than clean up, but CJ wouldn’t give him anymore than a simple compliment.<br/><br/>Another surprise, Noah didn’t live so far. It was once again a different neighborhood and seemed to suit the medical examiners persona…or at least the persona that CJ had only just met. CJ was particularly interested in Noah’s company – perhaps as a way to cut some of the sexual tension and Logan’s aggressive personality. He acted as a muting agent to Logan. Probably to CJ as well.<br/><br/>As though on cue, Noah let out a comment along the same lines of Logan’s comment. CJ couldn’t help but chuckle. “I hope not, she’s been dead for ten years.” CJ motioned with his thumb to Logan. “As the cop, evidently he needs lots of room in front. I think he anticipated you’d be riding in his lap.”<br/><br/>The drive to the restaurant wasn’t that far. Canlis was one of the top restaurants not only in Seattle, but in the country. “I hope you don’t mind, I reserved the Prix Fixe meal for us.” CJ said as he narrowly missed hitting another car. CJ was a horrible drive – only thanks to pure dumb luck had he not been in an accident. Speeding and parking tickets? Those were completely different stories.<br/><br/>Canlis’ Prix Fixe meal consisted of an amuse bouche, asparagus, yellow fin tuna, rabbit, lamb saddle, chocolate cappuccino, and brioche bread pudding. It was a flat cost of $115 and provided a sampling of each dish.<br/><br/>CJ’s car pulled up to the front and he got out. A valet was there to meet them in the porte cochere. He smiled warmly at the young man and then walked into the restaurant. He stepped inside to the host. “Christopher Simons.”<br/><br/>“Yes, Mr. Simons.” The maître d' said. “The Caché has been reserved for you.”<br/><br/>CJ nodded and motioned for Logan and Noah to walk first. He got a prime view of the asses, unfortunately covered by coats…but enough to titillate him.<br/><br/>The Caché is a private room set with a warmly lit single table, perched before a spectacular view overlooking Lake Union and the Cascades beyond. The service includes a personal server, telescope, custom sound system, chaise sofa, and Reidel stemware. It also costs an additional $150 above the meal.<br/><br/>“Can I get you gentlemen something to drink?” The personal server said as CJ moved over to the windows. He could never get over the view.<br/><br/>“Um, yes…wine from the sommelier.” CJ said with a smile. The Canlis had a wine list over 100 pages long. He figured a sommelier would understand their menu and pair wines appropriately.<br/>