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Bev spent the day piddling around her tiny studio. She tried to read and then tried to write, but couldn’t focus on either one. She rehearsed in her mind what she was going to tell Hal when he showed up. She liked him, respected him personally and professionally, but just didn’t think there was any romantic future for them. She knew he wouldn’t like it, but she didn’t foresee any real confrontation. After all, he was an intelligent man.
She still questioned if she was doing the right thing, not with Hal, she knew that had to end, but with Officer Gant. What was she doing with Sam? There was last night but did that mean there was anything else? He had infuriated her most of the time, but as she had gotten to know him she was drawn to his genuine strength and kindness. It didn’t hur
