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rate your cop persona from D.J. Halloran?" |
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"For me, there is no separation. I don't have to worry about bringing my home life on the job. My work is, quite simply, my life." |
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Chris stared at her. D.J. stared back. She was serious, or at least she believed she was. Her statement should make him happy. It proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that she couldn't be the woman for hima woman whose job was her all-consuming passion couldn't be his soul mate. But instead of happiness that his dilemma had been solved so easily, Chris felt something else. Could it be dismay? |
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"Come on, D.J." He found himself leaning forward, a desire to convince her of the error of her ways consuming him. "You have to do something other than work and eat and sleep. No one lives like that." |
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"Really? What do you do besides work and eat and sleep?" |
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He sat back, blinking in surprise at the sudden change of tactics. "We aren't talking about me." Even to Chris's own ears, his voice sounded defensive. |
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D.J. smirked. "Hit too close to home for you, McCall?" She snatched a breadstick and stuck it into the corner of her mouth like a cigar. |
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"I work with the kids at the day care. I travel. There are a lot of things I do besides work." Chris took a breath before he asked his next question. This one was of more personal concern for him, though he didn't want D.J. to know that. "Next |
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