He walked to the base of the porch steps and stopped. He flipped open a case he held in his left hand, tilting it so the badge inside threw a reflection directly into her eyes.
“I am Detective Jason Broesch.” He lowered his hand, pocketing his badge. “You are?”
She sat breathless and without moving. This man in front of her (this detective) caused her heart to skip a beat and she hadn’t even seen his eyes yet. This feeling of excitement hit her out of the blue. She couldn’t even remember the last time her skin tingled when she met a man.