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Desmond wasn’t generally that much of a gambler, and he certainly wasn’t about to start being one when it came to Lettie’s life. That was the absolute last thing he’d ever put on the line. “Good, that’s good,” he said, still a little in shock from the fact that she was being charged for murder. “You mean there’s more Amazon women with legs for days running around this town?” Humor apparently was a decent enough coping mechanism, though he wasn’t sure if he was doing it for her benefit or his— even if it was stupid humor.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind going with something a bit more casual for the next time we see each other.” He wasn’t entirely sure how strict they’d be one some of the rules when it came to Lettie and visitation, knowing that touching was most often not permitted. But…he could hope, couldn’t he? “Don’t do that,” he said a little insitently, though the words were also soft. Talk of him being good only reminded him of her speaking of him being too good for her, and the conversation they’d had that had resulted in giving them more ‘space’ in the first place. “It’s decency. And…” He loved her. “It’s not like you’re just any pretty girl callin’ for a bailout.” Her last words struck him right in the place where his heart must lie within his chest, and he swallowed hard to keep himself from telling her of just how much he loved the fact that they’d met. “I wouldn’t trade anything for it, though. Meeting you.” Even if it had caused some of the more painful moments for him over the past year. It had also given him some of the best.
There was too much to say to Desmond in that moment, things she had never said to anyone else that she wanted him to hear from her, but she wouldn’t say them over a shitty police phone. She wouldn’t give the court the opportunity to use it against her or him. “You know plenty of women have legs as long as mine,” She replied with a soft laugh. “You just happen to like mine because they’re attached to me.” She, at least, hoped that was true.
“Maybe we can go for coffee instead next time.” She could tell that she was going over time, but the officers hadn’t told her to get off the phone yet. It was a quiet night in the station and she had grown up with these guys. Even if they thought of her as a murderer, it seemed like they were having more patience than usual. She wondered if Henry said something to them. “I’m not calling for a bailout, so your statement is incorrect, Desmond,” She couldn’t help but remind him through a tease. She nodded into the phone,“Yeah... I don’t think I would either. It was worth all the bumps in the road for me.”














