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Bjorn paced back and forth in the living room of Ari’s flat, worried despite himself. She’d given him a key and told him to make himself comfortable when they’d left earlier. Yet, while he knew that she was safe and with her family, he just couldn’t seem to shake the idea that she needed him.
He sat down at her table, pulling out some notes from one of his cases. If there was no chance of him getting any rest, then he might as well put his time to good use and do some work, at least until she got home. He smirked to himself as he thought about what they’d be doing once she got back; he probably wouldn’t get much rest then either.
He grimaced as he read one of his most recent briefs; a wife who thought her husband was cheating on her, but needed proof for a divorce. He hated cases lik
