"You know," he said with a chuckle, "there are a bunch of contradictions or paradoxes or whatever in that statement."
"That's when he's in a good mood or short of breath!"
Officer Hess had a very nice laugh. Andrea suspected she hung around and complained about the loonies just to hear him laugh. They grinned at each other for a few seconds. Then the laugh lines around his eyes relaxed and he looked away, and it seemed like he was about to say something. Andrea wasn't sure what, but her heart seemed to skip a beat and she held her breath, waiting.
She sighed. "I suppose there's a good story in the stupidity somewhere."
"You'll find it, eventually. All great writers do."
"Great writers?" Her face warmed. "What makes you think I'm a great writer?"
To her delight and growing curiosity, Officer Hess looked away and actually took a step back from the counter.
"I -- um -- I was talking with Angela -- Mrs. -- the chief's wife --" He let out a growling sigh as the phone rang again.Did he blush, just a little, as he reached for the phone? Andrea slowed down as she put away her computer. After a few seconds, she determined it was another officer calling in to check on something. Not an emergency. She studied his face a little longer and grinned when their gazes locked and he definitely reddened. She looked away, feeling her own face warm. This was ridiculous. She shouldn't be flirting on company time.