"Dear Diary, today I got the drop on Detective Beckett. It was truly, truly awesome." His arm slides 'round to the small of her back, support under her arms, so he can tilt her back and see if she's got her feet beneath her. Barely. He swabs one of her high cheekbones with his thumb. "You've got a little something --" a frown "-- well, now I'm just smearing it. Maybe I can corner the market on a brand of Ben & Jerry's that doubles as a nightcream."
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