She stepped up behind, rested a hesitant hand on his shoulder, and pulled back.
Angus turned slowly and ran an index finger along her cheek. “Right. You fell in love with Bobby.”
“I fell in love with the idea of falling in love.”
“It"s not too late to be rid of him.”
“It"s too late for a lot of things.” She cupped his cheek. “Take care of yourself.”
They regarded each other for several seconds, kissed hesitantly, then passionately.
“Guess I"ll see you at the lawyer"s,” he said quietly.
“Guess so.”
He chuckled dryly. “You"re still a bitch.”
“I know… But then, you"re one heck of a prick.”
He scanned her face and slammed the door behind.
“… You have to feel for the guy,” Rey said in conclusion.
“It"s certainly no fun being accused of a crime you didn"t commit, especially a violent
