In A Different Light
Artist: Doug Stone
Songwriters: Bob Mcdill / Bucky Jones / Dickey Lee
In a Different Light lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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Every morning I watch you
Walk into the office, in you business suit
And matching shoes
With your hair pulled back neatly
You tug at your glasses
And you sit down just 3 desks down
And I watch you in the fluorescent glare,
And my mind drifts away somewhere
Chorus/
And I see you... In a different light
Your hair falling down
With love in your eyes
In my mind... you're a beautiful sight
I see you in a different light
Chorus/
Just the way I saw you, last night
There's girls at the office
The guys always notice, when they walk by
But, you're not the type
They don't know what I know
How somethings just don't show
In tailored tweeds, that's fine with me
Let them all think what they want to
As for me when I look at you
Chorus /
Baby it's you... In a different light
Constable Fraser took a deep breath as he listened to Turnbull trying to tune in the small, personal radio he'd recently bought. The jarring sound of static interspersed with snatches of various songs wore on his nerves. It had already been a taxing day avoiding Francesca's advances at the station house, listening to Diefenbaker whine when he didn't get a jelly donut, and keeping Ray K. calm during a suspect interview. The suspect had been particularly nasty and disrespectful during questioning. Ray had punched a wall after a vile volley from the drug dealer who had used innocent young Mexican girls as drug mules. Lt. Welsh had stepped in and pulled Ray aside while Det. Huey finished the interview. Fraser had inspected Ray's hand and found that he hadn't broken it but indeed bruised it to the bone. He'd come dangerously close to hitting a wall stud with his punch.
Every morning I watch you…
The singer's rich baritone voice and simple delivery caught Benton's attention. Straightforward lyrics painted a picture of a man watching his colleague turned lover as she came in to work. In Benton's mind's eye, he of course saw Meg. During the day though he was duty-bound to call her 'sir' or 'inspector'. Lately, they'd come to an arrangement. Work was work and absolutely demanded professional behavior from both of them. After work though, their professional demeanor slipped away in an instant.
Benton closed his eyes and thought back to the first time they'd kissed atop the train, the moment their eyes locked in the egg incubator, the way she smiled shyly at his semaphore message. It all led up to the first date, the second, and the fifth, when they'd gone dancing. The mood had lasted all the way to Meg's apartment. The soft light of a single lamp caught the silver of her earrings, the sequins along the neckline of her black cocktail dress and illuminated her hourglass figure. She'd slipped out of her pumps and put both arms around his neck as they swayed in the silence of her living room. The playful kiss he'd stolen deepened quickly as his arms wrapped around her, lifting her off her feet. Meg had giggled at the feel of his kiss along her neck, his warm breath against the evening chill clinging to her skin. The soft gasp at his first nibble brought him up short. Her dark eyes had opened slowly to meet his deepest blue ones.
"Don't stop, please?"
Benton stilled at her request, weighing the ramifications. He saw such love in her eyes, such softness as she tilted her head and looked up at him.
"Our hearts beat the same?" he whispered in a husky voice.
"A runaway. And that's okay, because I love you, Ben." Her smile broadened at his surprise.
She loves me, he thought, stunned for a beat.
"I love you," Ben answered, pulling her tighter against him. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he repeated as he swung her around, her laugh music to his ears.
"You're making me dizzy." She hung onto his arms when he finally set her down.
"You make me dizzy just looking at you." Ben ran his fingers through her pixie haircut as he stared into her dark eyes, his heart beating like a hummingbird's wings. He cupped her face as he kissed her again. The warmth of her passion had long ago dispelled any of the 'Ice Princess' persona she felt necessary to wear at the consulate. None of the others in the office saw behind the mask. They didn't get to see her sneaky sense of humor or how she actually loved children but felt vulnerable around them. Her office wardrobe didn't show her secret love of all things ruffled and lacy, nor the Leafs jersey and matching baseball cap she wore to do chores around the apartment. No one saw the leather halter top with fringe and beadwork she kept to remember a concert she'd gone to with her first love. He hadn't been able to keep his hands off her or out of her loose, feathered hair.
Like the song, Benton saw Meg in a different light than anyone else saw her. He always had.
"Ben?" Meg's voice brought him out of his reverie just as the chorus faded. Turnbull snapped the radio off a moment later.
"Yes?" he answered, his gaze turning soft at her quizzical look and amused smile.
"Where were you just now? I called your name three times. We're supposed to meet Ray and his date at the station in half an hour." She shook her head as she closed the office door before crossing the small office.
"I was daydreaming, I suppose." Ben took Meg's hand and pressed a kiss to the palm. She stroked his cheek with her other hand as she looked down into his relaxed smiling face.
"Oh? Care to share this daydream with me?" Meg perched on Ben's knee, one arm around his shoulders as his arm snaked around her waist.
"Oh, just you in a softly lit bedroom, wearing a red nightgown, talking and laughing that beautiful laugh of yours." He pressed a kiss to her cheek, enjoying the simple intimacy of the moment.
"Nice daydream. I think I'll enjoy making it a reality a little later on tonight." Meg's husky voice and desire darkened eyes held the promise of the loving Ben had craved all his adult life. Meg allowed him to see the hidden parts of her and he trusted her with his heart.