DISCLAIMER: Women's Murder Club and its characters are the property of James Patterson, 20th Century Fox Television and ABC. No infringement intended.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
Are you still in love with him?
As the words sunk into Lindsay's brain, she would have sworn her heart stopped beating. Slowly turning around, she clenched her jaw as she took in the two women who had been her lovers for the past year. Jill had become unusually pale, and Lindsay could see the unspoken question in her eyes. Cindy, on the other hand, looked like she was about to go a few rounds with Mike Tyson.
"Is that what you both think?" Lindsay asked, willing the tears not to come.
"If I knew, I wouldn't have had to ask you, would I?"
Jill looked at the floor as Cindy said the very thing she had been thinking. Regaining her courage, she took a step towards the older woman and reached out to take her hand only to have Lindsay jerk back at the contact.
"Lindsay, Cindy and I both know you. We can't answer the question for you. But we both know your reaction is about more than just your ex-husband watching your dog."
"How could you think I'm still in love with him, after everything we've been through?" Seeing she was not going to get a reply she shook her head, "I'm going out tonight. Don't wait up."
Jill watched the door slam behind her, before she found a sobbing reporter in her arms.
"I didn't think she'd leave. Jill, what have I done?"
Jill heard Cindy's question, but for once the lawyer found she had nothing to say. Lindsay wasn't one to deal with emotions, and while she never told them she loved them, her actions said more than what was unsaid. Wrapping her arms around Cindy, she pulled her towards the door.
"Come on, sweetie. Let's go home. She'll come back when she's calmed down."
"Are you sure?" Cindy's childish voice almost broke Jill's resolve not to cry right there on the spot. "Yes." For both of their sakes, Jill prayed she was right.
Return to Women's Murder Club Fiction
Return to Main Page