Hi,
Great part.
And talking of not going to for the jugular...“You know, I don’t understand why you haven’t gone after these people with the red kryptonite. Why not chase them instead of letting them chase you?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t think there was much of a trail to follow, I guess.”
“There’s always a trail,” she admonished. “You just haven’t looked hard enough.”
“Maybe,” he said, playing idly with a snagged thread in the coverlet.
He was understandably listless, but the more she thought about it, the more she could see that this was an investigation worth pursuing. “I think,” she announced, “that you and I should do this. I could use the practice and you need to get these people off your back.”
He looked up. “You’d work with me?”
Love the idea.
Do we have to tell George and Francine?
“Um...don’t I get a goodnight kiss?” she asked shyly.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but then smiled. “Sure.” He came back to the bed and leant down, clearly intending to drop a chaste kiss on her forehead.
In a sudden surge of boldness, she tipped her face up to him, offering her lips to his.
Yes!!
More ASAP, please.
MAF
