Vanessa dangles Ken’s cuffs from one finger. “Don’t you want to play, Officer?”
Ken takes them from her. “They’re not a toy.”
She hides the edge of hurt behind a sultry pout. “But I’m taking an interest in your work.”
“I don’t think that you’re interested in my... work.” Ken’s gaze is appreciative. It’s no more than Van expects; she’s a beautiful woman making an effort for her husband. He’d better appreciate her.
She poses. “Why don’t we investigate what I am interested in?”
Ken grins, pleased; but first he turns his back to store the cuffs away.