It was a bit colder when they left the cafe, and Andrew was all right with that, as Beckett cuddled even closer to him. He could scarcely believe it had all gone so well; in truth, he had come prepared for a fight, a confrontation of some sorts where he had imagined himself arguing his case and convincing—or even begging, a little—her to give him another chance.
An explanation for why she had left so abruptly was something he had hoped for, but never had he imagined what she had told him. He could understand why she hadn't confided in him, or just flat out told him, but it was good that it was out in the open now, and they could go on. Of course, he couldn't help wanting to go find the bastard who had done this to her, and give him some of his own, but that would not be what Beckett wanted, surely. Better to just go on with their lives, and not look back.
"You're awfully quiet." She tugged on his arm as they walked down the street, their steps a bit faster now because of the temperature and, he hoped, the desire to get back to her place as soon as possible.
"Thinking," he allowed, but went no further. He certainly wasn't going to tell her he wanted to go all cave man on some unknown creep.
"Penny for them?" She tugged again, and he smiled.
"Nothing that you can't guess, I'm sure. Glad to be here, with you again. Glad you didn't turn me down. Very glad we're going to your place." He wiggled his eyebrows at her before adding, with a laugh, "My place is a wreck, anyway. Stuff from the last trip not put away yet, trying to pack for the next one."
"You are a bit of a slob, I can't lie," she teased back. "I hope this reunion wasn't motivated by a desire for help with housecleaning!"
He laughed out loud. "Certainly not! I know better than that." He put his arm around her, keeping her close to his side. "But I wouldn't subject you to it right now, either. When I get back from the next trip, I'll . . . get some help putting it into shape, and we'll have dinner there, okay? To . . . celebrate."
Now she looked serious. "When are you going to India?"
"Not for two weeks, so let's not think about it just now, okay?" He leaned down to kiss her hair, and was distracted for a moment by the beautiful, familiar smell of lemons. He'd always loved that scent.
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