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up and everything 'round them... except London. I think.
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A Good Girlfriend
Foul Mood
It hurts to admit it, but she's probably good for Bodie. Even the way she drives - drives him home from the hospital - not as fast as Bodie would, but fast for a white-collar girl. How he hates her.
Doyle turns his head to look at her, pretty and calm, eyes fixed on the road. She appeared at the hospital out of blue, asked about Bodie, conferred with Cowley and offered to drive him home since he himself sported a broken wrist and his fellow operatives were busy. So now they're here, in her car, she's concentrated and he's in a foul mood.
Doyle hates her. He stopped trying to disguise it about a fortnight ago. Bodie hasn't said anything to it, she doesn't seem to mind. Bitch. He reaches out to turn the radio on and the car is filled with some girly screams he couldn't care less for if he tried. She tunes to his favourite station and smiles smugly.
He hates the way she always knows, or pretends to know, what he wants. Is she his girlfriend or Bodie's? But he has to put up with her because somehow she's managed to melt her life with Bodie's and so far, Bodie seems to like it that way. Doyle turns to look out of the window, wincing as his neck gives a painful throb. She makes a soft tutting sound.
The weather is terrible as usually and London looks just grey, Ray decides. The day's gone all wrong, villains have fled, Bodie's sleeping off drugs at hospital, Ray Doyle is being driven home by a woman he hates with a beautiful outlook for her fussing about him as Bodie would if... He sighs.
"You don't have to be jealous, you know," she says and Doyle snorts. Jealous? As if he wanted her. But she hasn't finished yet.
"He loves you more than me, anyway." She pulls over and meets his eyes and finally he sees the silent resignation there, the acceptance of her situation, of the price she has to pay if she wants to keep Bodie close. "More than anybody, I'd say."
As he gets out and feels the soft touches of water on his face, he decides the weather isn't that terrible after all.
"For God's sake, don't stand there like a statue, it's raining. Don't you remember the way to your place anymore?" She sounds amused and he grins at her.
Oh, how he...