“I’m not saying I don’t like Valentine’s Day, I’m just saying I don’t think it’s entirely fair.”
“How so?”
“Well, first, it’s up to the bloke to make all these elaborate plans, which usually never turn out quite the way he hopes but costs him a bundle anyway. Then on top of it, he’s expected to buy the sheila flowers and candy and get all dressed up… when what he’d rather do is kick back with some beer and pizza and watch the game on the telly.”
Tara rolled her eyes and headed for her desk.
“What? You think I’m wrong?” Bobby followed behind her, ignoring the rest of the team watching and listening in rapt attention.
“I didn’t say that!” She turned around and nearly ran smack dab into the solid wall of his chest. Blowing out a quick breath, she backed a step and lifted her chin. “All I was saying was that it’s nice to have a special occasion to get dressed up and do something a little different. But it’s more important that it be fun… and that it be spent together. So if pizza and beer and a game are what you want, then maybe that’s what you should do! A girl can enjoy that too!” She dropped her gaze nervously and moved behind her desk, adding in a hopeful undertone, “If you’d bother to ask.”
“Nice to see Bobby hasn’t lost his touch with the fairer sex,” Myles quipped, earning himself a withering glare as Bobby walked past to hang up his coat.
“I’ve always loved Valentine’s Day,” Lucy interjected with a dreamy sigh. She shrugged with a smile. “Then again, you can’t beat the day after, when you can buy all the Valentine chocolates you want at half off!”
“They sure had enough left over last year…”
“Oh, right – the Valentine’s Day blizzard! I’d almost forgotten about that!”
Jack glanced over at Sue and saw her frown slightly as her eyes darted back and forth trying to keep up with the banter in the bullpen. She sighed and shared a look with Levi before returning to her desk. He walked over and sat on the edge, facing her. “They’re pretty wound up about Valentine’s Day,” he summarized with an apologetic grimace.
“It’s okay.” She gave him a small smile. “I’m kind of wound up myself.”
“Nervous about testifying?” He reached over and laid his hand over hers on the desk.
“Maybe a little,” she conceded after a moment. Swiveling her chair slightly, she crossed one leg over the other and demurely smoothed the skirt of her suit. “It just feels strange.”
“The skirt? You look great!” Jack let his gaze sweep over her appreciatively before returning to meet hers, and a slow smile warmed his features. “It’s a very nice look.”
She shook her head, but smiled. “Not the skirt. I do wear dresses now and then, just not usually to work when we never know when we’ll be chasing the bad guys.” Her smile widened when he shook his finger at her. Her involvement in the chase and capture of suspects was a subject they had yet to agree on. “I guess it’s the ‘look’, as you put it. It just feels different. A little old fashioned, though I guess it’s kind of classic. I don’t know. It’s not really something I would choose for myself, but it fits what the prosecutor said I should wear and Lucy said it’s perfect.”
Jack tipped is head thoughtfully. “I never really got into courtroom theatrics and playing to the jury, but they say this prosecutor gets the convictions; and if it means getting Johnny Mendo off the streets permanently, then I’m all for it. What time do we have to be there?”
“Ten o’clock.” Glancing at her watch, Sue straightened. “We should probably leave now in case traffic is bad.”
“Traffic is always bad in DC,” Jack quipped. “Let me grab my coat.”
I think he's looking a bit too close, though that gives me hope!
Yeah, Jack....better leave early....and keep your eyes ON THE ROAD!!!
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