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Desmond wasnât generally that much of a gambler, and he certainly wasnât about to start being one when it came to Lettieâs life. That was the absolute last thing heâd ever put on the line. âGood, thatâs good,â he said, still a little in shock from the fact that she was being charged for murder. âYou mean thereâs more Amazon women with legs for days running around this town?â Humor apparently was a decent enough coping mechanism, though he wasnât sure if he was doing it for her benefit or hisâ even if it was stupid humor.
âYeah, I wouldnât mind going with something a bit more casual for the next time we see each other.â He wasnât entirely sure how strict theyâd be one some of the rules when it came to Lettie and visitation, knowing that touching was most often not permitted. ButâŠhe could hope, couldnât he? âDonât do that,â 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 theyâd had that had resulted in giving them more âspaceâ in the first place. âItâs decency. AndâŠâ He loved her. âItâs not like youâre just any pretty girl callinâ for a bailout.â 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 theyâd met. âI wouldnât trade anything for it, though. Meeting you.â 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 wouldnât say them over a shitty police phone. She wouldnât give the court the opportunity to use it against her or him. âYou know plenty of women have legs as long as mine,â She replied with a soft laugh. âYou just happen to like mine because theyâre attached to me.â She, at least, hoped that was true.Â
âMaybe we can go for coffee instead next time.â She could tell that she was going over time, but the officers hadnât 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. âIâm not calling for a bailout, so your statement is incorrect, Desmond,â She couldnât help but remind him through a tease. She nodded into the phone,âYeah... I donât think I would either. It was worth all the bumps in the road for me.â









