The muse whispered this little drabble in my ear but forgot that it needed to relate to the topic. Eh, hope it's acceptable.
*****
"You always find the *best* food."
I grin at her satisfied sigh and appreciative words. "Glad you liked it."
She glances at the stacks of research representing our stalled investigation, grimaces and her eyes drift back to mine. "So, where'd you get it?"
Inside my stomach drops. I hate lying, especially to Lois. I deflect instead. "Not telling," I quip.
"Come on, tell me."
"Nope."
"Please, Clark?"
"No way, Lois. I'm not telling you all my secrets."
She pouts, but I ignore it and shuffle files. Moments later, I look up into her uncomfortably searching and calculating gaze.
"What secrets?"
Oh boy!
*****
BJ
