The words come out reflexively. You can almost see the flicker of panic in her eyes before it's gone, and she glances away.
"I believe you."
She's got no reason to beat a dead horse. It's late, and lord knows they're both exhausted. She's said an awful lot tonight, but somehow it doesn't make her feel panicked about what he'll think; she realizes that he missed her, and all these questions and invitations might be his way of expressing that.
She's not sure how she feels about that. However, the aggravation, for one, is gone.
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The words come out reflexively. You can almost see the flicker of panic in her eyes before it's gone, and she glances away.
"I believe you."
She's got no reason to beat a dead horse. It's late, and lord knows they're both exhausted. She's said an awful lot tonight, but somehow it doesn't make her feel panicked about what he'll think; she realizes that he missed her, and all these questions and invitations might be his way of expressing that.
She's not sure how she feels about that. However, the aggravation, for one, is gone.
"I won't double-cross you, Tommy. I swear."