“Um… how… what…” Benson stammered.
“Never mind that. You need to ask. Or offer. Just do something.”
“What the hell is she doing here?” Melanie said, after the door slammed open.
“Oh, Christ,” Heather mumbled.
“Trouble?” Murdock whispered to Heather.
“Nothin’ I cain’t handle,” she purred.
Melanie had come over to Benson and was hanging on him. Benson looked uncomfortable with the situation.
“I thought this was a private conversation,” Murdock said.
“Anything you can say to Dirk, you can say to me.” Melanie smiled like a Cheshire cat at Heather.
“I’m sorry, Dirk, I had no idea—”
“Mel, back off,” Benson said roughly. “Don’t mind her, Murdock. She has some rather strange notions.”
“So is this one of your clientele?” Melanie asked Heather.
Heather, who had been sitting quietly next
