Not interested...at first.

As much as I’d grown to know her, or at least felt so in my mind, over this short time, I still didn’t know what her reaction would be to my action. Up until now, she’d asked the questions, and I’d supplied the answers. But here I was, making the statement, making the first move. How would she handle it?

I soon got my answer, when she pushed away. She separated the two of us, & took a few steps back. I felt the passing of a few silent moments. I was still feeling some heat, but she wasted little time in chilling me down. “That’s it, Whisper!!" she said.

“Whaddya mean?” I asked. “That was a moment!! Something like that doesn’t deserve a quick brush-off!! I felt something between us!!!”

“Well, that makes one of us,” she said. Silence came again, and departed as she said, “Look. Here it is. I don’t know if getting involved with you would be good or bad for me. I can’t base it on past history, since I’m not sure what my past history is. But I’m just in the process of finding out. And I know that starting a relationship with anyone assigned to help me uncover my past will just make things harder on me.”

She took time to catch her breath, and then stepped close to me. “Even so,” she said, “I’d be lying if I said you weren’t my type, or that the possibilities for us don’t intrigue me. Tell you what. You want to make the move, you make the choice. You can have the case, or you can have the person. One or the other, no combination. What’ll it be?”