"I'm sorry, but you can't go in," a deep voice said, filled with comfort and caring that went straight to her heart and mind, then settled over her as is she was putting on old comfortable clothing. That voice…. It sounded familiar. Sarah focused on it. When she realized his hands were holding her with firm gentleness to his rock-hard chest. That voice was her lifeline right now; and she knew it held the answers to everyone of her questions. She looked up into the warm chocolate brown eyes she had gazed in over dinner. This was Simon, her dinner date from earlier tonight. She knew he was a detective. They had shared what they did for a living during dinner, but he was with the Homicide Division, not Burglary.
"Simon? Why are you here? They burgled me. No one is dead, right? They couldn't have because no one was home. I was with you.