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She laughed deeply, pacing her kitchen now. "I, uh... I'm speechless." * * * "Astute observation," he said wryly.
"Tired," he said, looking up at the door impatiently. "But alright. You coming out to the Post?"
She put her free hand to her forehead before speaking, the smile evident in her voice. "...I love you too, Mr. Audra." * * * He came up behind...
Trevor looked up at her thoughtfully. "Hey, Jules."
There was a silence on the end of the line before he would hear her laugh breathily. “You love me.” *** He sat up on his elbows, squinting...
They landed at the trading post, with Trevor standing in the docking bay.
“I like that suit,” she said wistfully, resting her head on her hand. *** (Yoop!)
(Switch?)
She rolled her eyes, and he would be able to hear the amusement in her voice as she changed the subject. “So, what are you wearing?” she teased....
She laughed again, her voice low and smooth. “Good luck.”
She shrugged and then realized he couldn’t see. “I don’t know,” she said after a moment. “I thought you’d be... preoccupied. There’s distraction...
She chuckled, shaking her head. “No, Alex, stay exactly as you are,” she said smoothly.
She paused, stirring the cream in her tea. “I am,” she confessed after a moment. “I didn’t think you’d call.” *** A few minutes later, he came...
“Do you do it towards everyone? Or just people who are cold?”
He would hear her laugh lightly. “What are you up to?” *** He kissed her temple, leaving the room.
"And you do work for me," she replied, distracted momentarily by a loud clicking. "That's all you need to do, and yet you continue on, every time....
She laughed slightly. "Oh, I'm sure you'll find a new big-city girlfriend in no time." * * * He glanced down at her before leaning down,...
"But why?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested. "You don't owe me anything."
She was quiet for a moment, but when she spoke next, he would hear warmth in her voice. "You did. How was the trip?" * * * He set her down in...
She lowered her goggles again, starting up her blowtorch. "You are too friendly. Why are you friendly to me?"
