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"You're going out with him, aren't you?" He glanced over at his partner, then back to the road.


"Who?" he echoed, then laughed, a false laugh that made her angry. "Tall guy, late fifties, short gray hair, tinted glasses, we work with him..."

"What's it matter to you if I am? Jealous, Elliot?"

"No, I'm just making sure my partner isn't going to get hurt."

"Oh, so you think his past is going to interfere with whatever he feels for me? You think he pushes people away on purpose? You're supposed to be his friend, Elliot."

"I didn't say that."

"Then what did you mean?" She glares at him, satisfied that he's unable to respond, but hurt too. "That's what I thought."