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force him to relive the wire-tapping scandal.” Ben wrapped a protective arm around her and gave her a reassuring smile.
He looked happy, so different to the despondent man she had left last night. “Did you…?” She did not know precisely how to phrase it. “You don’t seem as upset about—”
“We worked it out,” Ben interrupted her before she could say his name. “He came over and we talked things out.”
The way he was smiling led her to believe that they had done more than talk. “I am glad you’re friends again,” she said softly. She wished for Ben’s sake that she could say lovers or partners or any other word that would acknowledge the depth of the two men’s relationship. But she wouldn’t. Those were words that were left unsaid. She had never even met the man Ben loved. Ben and Megan shared everything, apart from that. That was a secret that Ben kept just for himself. She did not press the issue because she knew about those kinds of secrets too.
Megan leaned over and kissed Ben on the cheek before she slid off the bed. “Good night, Ben. I’m going to go sleep off the shame.”
“Wait, are you done with your story? You sleep with the most eligible man in DC and you don’t give details?” Ben grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards him.
“No, I’m going to pretend it never happened.”
“That bad?”
No, that good. Megan said nothing. She did not want to think about it. She did not want to remember the way he felt or the way he smelled. She certainly did not want to remember the way her stomach went into free fall when he kissed her. She was going to curl into her soft warm bed and sleep for the entire weekend. On Monday she would worry about things like gorgeous journalists, and domestic violence cases that were never as straightforward as they should be.
Chapter Six
Megan was going to firebomb the cherry tree in front of her window. She folded her down pillow in half and pressed it into her ears, but it still did not drown out the incessant chirping of the birds. The tree was going to have to go. It was harbouring auditory terrorists in the form of small winged creatures.
“It’s Sunday!” she shouted into the darkness. The sun had not even risen enough to give her room any light, but yet the avian choir was practising. She knew from experience that once she was up she was up for good. There was no point in even trying to go back to sleep. So much for her weekend of relaxation, she may as well make a start on her closing arguments. They weren’t going to write themselves, and she still had to make an effort even though Dixon would be walking on the rape and battery charges. She wasn’t even angry about it any more because she was going to make sure he did a good long time for his assault on James Emerson.
Megan closed her eyes and groaned as she collapsed back into her bed. She needed to stop beating herself up for Friday night; no harm no foul, and it wasn’t like she ever had to see James again, other than in a strictly professional capacity. She would have to see him when she prepped him for trial, if it came to that. In a perfect world Dixon would plead guilty and Megan could move swiftly on to the next wife-beating rapist.
Megan slipped into her fluffy pink dressing gown and went downstairs to make coffee. She turned on the coffee maker and went for the paper. There was a crossword with her name on it. Possibly the only part about getting up at the crack of dawn was getting to the paper before Ben had the chance to pull it apart and scatter it across the kitchen table. She loved him dearly, but that was an annoying habit.
Megan stifled a yawn as she opened the front door. She was momentarily stunned by a flash. She blinked her eyes and then there was another, and another, and then seemingly out of nowhere, people began calling her name. Their voices were loud and shrill as they shouted out questions.
She squinted to see through the bright flashes. Her heart
He looked happy, so different to the despondent man she had left last night. “Did you…?” She did not know precisely how to phrase it. “You don’t seem as upset about—”
“We worked it out,” Ben interrupted her before she could say his name. “He came over and we talked things out.”
The way he was smiling led her to believe that they had done more than talk. “I am glad you’re friends again,” she said softly. She wished for Ben’s sake that she could say lovers or partners or any other word that would acknowledge the depth of the two men’s relationship. But she wouldn’t. Those were words that were left unsaid. She had never even met the man Ben loved. Ben and Megan shared everything, apart from that. That was a secret that Ben kept just for himself. She did not press the issue because she knew about those kinds of secrets too.
Megan leaned over and kissed Ben on the cheek before she slid off the bed. “Good night, Ben. I’m going to go sleep off the shame.”
“Wait, are you done with your story? You sleep with the most eligible man in DC and you don’t give details?” Ben grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards him.
“No, I’m going to pretend it never happened.”
“That bad?”
No, that good. Megan said nothing. She did not want to think about it. She did not want to remember the way he felt or the way he smelled. She certainly did not want to remember the way her stomach went into free fall when he kissed her. She was going to curl into her soft warm bed and sleep for the entire weekend. On Monday she would worry about things like gorgeous journalists, and domestic violence cases that were never as straightforward as they should be.
Chapter Six
Megan was going to firebomb the cherry tree in front of her window. She folded her down pillow in half and pressed it into her ears, but it still did not drown out the incessant chirping of the birds. The tree was going to have to go. It was harbouring auditory terrorists in the form of small winged creatures.
“It’s Sunday!” she shouted into the darkness. The sun had not even risen enough to give her room any light, but yet the avian choir was practising. She knew from experience that once she was up she was up for good. There was no point in even trying to go back to sleep. So much for her weekend of relaxation, she may as well make a start on her closing arguments. They weren’t going to write themselves, and she still had to make an effort even though Dixon would be walking on the rape and battery charges. She wasn’t even angry about it any more because she was going to make sure he did a good long time for his assault on James Emerson.
Megan closed her eyes and groaned as she collapsed back into her bed. She needed to stop beating herself up for Friday night; no harm no foul, and it wasn’t like she ever had to see James again, other than in a strictly professional capacity. She would have to see him when she prepped him for trial, if it came to that. In a perfect world Dixon would plead guilty and Megan could move swiftly on to the next wife-beating rapist.
Megan slipped into her fluffy pink dressing gown and went downstairs to make coffee. She turned on the coffee maker and went for the paper. There was a crossword with her name on it. Possibly the only part about getting up at the crack of dawn was getting to the paper before Ben had the chance to pull it apart and scatter it across the kitchen table. She loved him dearly, but that was an annoying habit.
Megan stifled a yawn as she opened the front door. She was momentarily stunned by a flash. She blinked her eyes and then there was another, and another, and then seemingly out of nowhere, people began calling her name. Their voices were loud and shrill as they shouted out questions.
She squinted to see through the bright flashes. Her heart
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