Hearing from somebody like Charlie that she was a good cop meant a great deal more to her than if she'd heard it from a civilian. Civilians tended to think cops were great so long as they were being helped by one and not so great most other types. Only other officers could truly judge and know what their fellows in blue were like. Jennifer liked to think she was good at her job, she did work hard at it. She did love the job and give her life to it. But that didn't mean that she was automatically competent.
Jennifer followed Charlie's gaze and saw the Manchester looming conspicuously easily on the other side of the street. Her own condo was at the very top, and she could see a light on, just like she'd left it.
His list of her virtues was enough to make her blush a little and look away. Though not from discomfort. She'd had other people be blunt to her. Dean hadn't held back comments about her looks at all. But Charlie made it sound sweet, not like wanted to throw her over a chair.
Except the very last part. That she couldn't play off as being sweet in any way. She also hadn't expected something like that from him. It was like Dean had temporarily possessed her partner. Somehow it sounded so much dirtier coming from Charlie.
She tried to play it off the best she could, though. "I might be. Ask Dean."