Cry Me a River
“Ham said.Grace jerked awake. Purple-gray light was washing her walls, literally—the shadows of heavy rains ran down the walls. Ham was staring down at her from behind the couch, naked, drowsy. She could see the hair in his armpits and his hairy chest. Nice view.“Did I chase you out of bed?” he asked. He was trying to make light, but it was clear he was concerned. Or hurt. Or something. Gah. Complications.“I came out here to look things over.” She lifted up the case files. “I must have fallen asleep.” Okay, this was really weird. Now what?“I have to go home and change,” he said. Because she wouldn’t let him bring clothes over, maybe he was saying. She let it hang there. They’d settled all this, right?“I’ll see you at the office. Got the meeting. Bobby’s bringing donuts.”“Yeah, cool.”He went back into her bedroom and came out in his clothes. The house shook as he headed for the front door, thunder loud as bowling balls.“Jesus,” Grace said.“Bad storm.
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