What Lies Beneath
Shawn/Lassiter
G
106 Words
The annual Santa Barbara Police Ball was already under way, and Juliet kept eyeing the entrance looking for a certain psychic and his hot sidekick- not that she'd ever admit it out loud.
O'Hara and Lassiter were standing by the fruit bowl when Juliet's eyes suddenly widened.
"Wow, who knew psychics could dress up," she said appreciatively, Lassiter's head automatically going toward the entrance. His face remained stoic as ever, but Juliet didn't miss the fact that his eyes lingered on the psychic a little too long.
She clenched her jaw, thinking that for such a smart guy, Lassiter could really be a dense moron sometimes.
