Then her heartbeat slowed and her breathing returned to normal. Sleep was coming for her and she spooned behind her man as dreams claimed them. oo0oo...Becca slept late that morning and Matthew was gone when she woke. For a long moment, she gazed at the empty half of the bed, wishing he were there before her own responsibilities drove her from the bed.She had planned a late morning meeting with Natasha, but as her taxi arrived at the train station, her agency burner phone sounded, letting her. But for the first time, Joshua allowed himself to question the motives of Karl Renfro and ask himself why the doctor would ask him not to mention the transformation.It didn't make any sense at all.***"You've got to snap out of it, Gracie," Hope begged, taking her friend's hand. Grace didn't even look up. There was a haunting lack of tears and something very chilling about the calm control that Grace Kincaid was exhibiting. Like a part of the stunning detective had somehow died."You'll figure. I made myself presentable and went back inside to find my friend Shirley."How was it?" she asked."Fucking awful," I said, trying to smile, "you think by now I would have learned." Fucking bastards," she sympathise, "here turn around, you've got grass on the back of your dress." Thanks," I said letting her brush me down, "don't you sometimes think about giving men up Shirl?" Don't be mad," she laughed, "what would a pair of slappers like us do without them." Well we could do a lot worse, now. Now she was a pratt for when she had had enough, just wandering off on her own, which is what her head told her to do, she needed to be at home tucked up in bed.She cursed the fact she had worn heels as she never really walked well in them, but she still decided to walk home.Home was a good mile away, as she tottered across the main road and over the bridge, she thought how ridiculous she must look struggling to walk and wearing a dress which was now riding up as she moved.Maybe this wasn’t.