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“About time,” Ted muttered as they reached his bedroom. He swung the door open and guided Nancy inside.

“Where’s the switch?”

He heard her hand pat along the wall, looking for it. The lights flicked on seconds after he closed the door.

“Ted?” A sleepy voice. Not Nancy’s sleepy voice. From across the room.

This wasn’t good. Ted caught Nancy’s flashing eyes, her forehead still red from the earlier skull crack.

“Ted, come to bed.” Fawn sat up in his bed, brown eyes blinking.

“What the?” came from all three of them, Ted staring at Fawn.  What was she doing in here?

Nancy wasn’t about to wait to find out.  She made a move toward the door, ready to run. Ted instinctively reached out, holding her wiggling body against his.

“Ted.” He squeezed her tighter. “Oomph. Let. Me. Go.”

“Not until we figure out what is going on,” he growled at her under his breath. And then he gave Fawn a glare.  It was all HER fault.

“No, I should go.” Fawn looked as innocent as could be.

Until she swung her bare legs out from under the blankets and stood up. She was wearing an old faded t-shirt of his and not much else.  Nearly naked and in his bed.

His friend. The thought almost made him gag.

Nancy started struggling some more.

“Fawn, where the hell are your clothes?” he demanded.

“We weren’t able to get into my room, remember?” Her tone light. Fawn wasn’t dumb. She knew what this looked like.

“I mean.” Ted ground his back teeth. “Where are the clothes you were wearing?”

“What does it matter?” A shrug of her shoulders. “You’ve seen me in less.”

That set Nancy off. “Is this what you meant by your friend,” sarcasm clear on friend, “being irrational?”

“No, yes, no.” Ted flip flopped, confused as to which was the right answer.

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Read more about an older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008

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Ted let himself in, hushing a laughing Nancy. For some reason, she found him sneaking into his own place amusing.

Not that it was sneaking. He simply didn’t want to wake up Fawn, that was all. His friend was obviously asleep, the lights out, the place quiet.

He wouldn’t mind keeping it that way.

Nothing said they had to talk right this minute.  Nothing said Nancy had to go back to residence either.  The thought of her in his more comfy bed made that alternative look da** attractive.

“Shhhhhhhh, be vewwwy, vewwwy quiet; we’re hunting wabbits,” his crazy woman was whispering in his ear as he felt along the wall. He grinned back at her, only being able to make out the white of her teeth in the dark.

She stepped back, her smile widening.

There was a whack of calf against metal, the tinny sound reverberating through the room. “Awww….” Nancy’s head knocked against his chest as she doubled up in pain.

The toolbox. The one he had made in high school shop class, completed with sharp edges and unfinished corners. He left it in the entrance way.

“Are you okay?”

“No” came the truthful reply.

Nothing they could do about it in the hallway. Once they got to the room, closed the door, and turned the light on, he’d have a look at the damage.

“Stay close to me.” Ted slid his free hand down her arm to capture hers. Her skin was so soft and warm. He turned, surging forward toward the room with renewed purpose and…

Whack. The pain in his forehead made stars explode in the dark. The closet door. Fawn must have left it open. Likely in her search for clean blankets.

“Are you okay?” Nancy whispered. Close.

Another whack. Too close. Her moan echoed his own.

“Ted?” A breathy whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Sometimes I wish you were an inconsiderate jerk.”

Ted rubbed his tender forehead. Sometimes he wished he was too.

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Read more about an older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008

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