Whispers

 
 

Second Bond

He surprised her. Not like he hadn't from day one, but the last person she expected to show up at her door at an unholy hour before dawn was her new training partner.

"Come bearin' gifts," he said with a cheeky grin.

And he did. If it wasn't for that quart of neapolitan ice cream dangling from his fingertips, she never would have let him in. But she did.

They left the door open and she talked. A little. Mostly, she just ate ice cream, asked him enough about his past to know he didn't talk himself.

It was nice.
 


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