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How "Someone's Watching," Should Have Ended
He opened his eyes to a fuzzy world and confusion when his cell phone began to buzz and dance across a semi-familiar night table to his left. He tried to sit up and grab for it, but another body prevented him.
"Hmm… don't answer it," the other person mumbled.
"But -"
A head, covered with long blonde, sleep ratted hair, lifted off his chest and one blue eye opened to glare at him.
"I've been ignoring both our phones for half an hour. Whoever it is, they can wait!"
"I'm supposed to meet my team," he squeaked, going very red in the cheeks.
She swiped a hand through her hair and blew out an irritated breath. "Spencer, haven't you ever played hooky?"
"No, I - well I, um… I guess I never thought about it. I like my job."
"I like mine, too, but a woman I trusted with my life and all my most private stuff tried to kill us. I think we deserve a break."
"Well, I guess so, but I -"
Lila sat up and let the sheet fall down to her waist. "Spencer," she said coyly. "Are you sure you don't want to play… hooky?"
He reached over, turned off his phone and pulled her in for another kiss.