For a moment, Maddie can't concentrate on anything but how warm Sam's hand is, how large, how long he keeps her much smaller hand enveloped, and when she blushes, it's her doing it, and she shakes her head and chuckles to herself, and mentally chides herself for losing track of what she's supposed to be doing. "I don't know if I said? Finals week - I'm sure you know how frazzled it can make a person. It's photography, though, it's my passion."

And it had been, before the lure of police work had called to her.