unless one counted following around the Church Group’s police state forces at all hours of the day and night.
What? They’re just your friendly neighborhood watch.
or, worse yet, more dreams of what her life with Clark would have been like. Maybe she should consider those “dreams” nightmares as well.
She was hearing voices again, hearing them while she was awake: his and Clark’s.
Yep. Cuckoo.
A shadow darkened her desk as someone dared to lean against the partition that separated her from lesser reporters.
*G* Or they put her in a cubicle to protect the others from the Grinch.
“Have I done something to offend you?”
Yes. Breathed.
The headline: ‘Toni Taylor says Lex Luthor was Mastermind Behind the Toasters’ screamed up at her, causing her head to throb.
So, not getting canned, then?
“I’m so sorry, Lois,” he whispered. His lips kissed her cheek. “You shouldn’t have been dealing with this alone.”
No! Her mind and body screamed.
Dan kissed her again, this time closer to her mouth.
Lois decided it was best if she just buried her head in the DEA agent’s chest and died now. That was when she heard the titters around the office. Wonderful. Everyone had heard what she had.
“You want to get me to bed. Fine.” She glowered at him before storming to the elevators. “Be careful what you wish for, buster.”
“You don’t get your butt up here now, buster, and I’m going to start without you.”
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