The investigation is awkward. More awkward than Phoenix has ever felt with Maya, and that's including the days before her very first murder trial, when he hardly knew her and would try very badly to cheer her up in the detention center. He still remembers her fake laughing, for his benefit. Thinking back on it now makes him cringe. Her sister had just been murdered, what was he thinking? Still, he would almost prefer that awkwardness again (minus the murder) over this.

He says nothing. She says nothing. They search for evidence, they talk to witnesses, and when they've finally gathered everything they're going to, they leave the bank together. In silence. Phoenix still takes a quick look around outside to make sure Molly isn't lurking around some corner before they leave, but the coast seems to be clear.

He and Maya walk back to the Wright Anything Agency in complete and total silence. He's wondering if he should say something. He was the one who roped her into this out of the blue, he should probably try to explain himself. But the longer the silence stretches on the harder he finds it to speak up, so he doesn't.

When they get back to the office, Maya makes herself at home as usual by plopping herself down on one of the couches. He takes his jacket off and hangs it on the back of his office chair, then heads back across the room to sit on the couch opposite her.

"So... Did you want to get some food or something?" he asks casually.

Maya raises an eyebrow. For once she isn't jumping at the chance for food. "I think you have some explaining to do first, Nick, don't you? What the heck was that?"

He groans, feeling even dumber for not being the first one to speak up about it. "God, I'm so sorry for putting you on the spot like that… and then not saying anything after like an idiot."

"Why did you introduce me as your girlfriend?" she asks, getting straight to the point.

"It's because of that woman! The prosecutor, Molly!"

Maya waves a hand at him to stop him. "Slow down. That woman is the new prosecutor you told me about?"

"Yes!"

"Okay so why the girlfriend thing?"

"Maya, she wants to go out with me."

Maya is quiet for a moment, then she grins. "No way."

"Ugh! Why is that so unbelievable?" he says, crossing his arms. "I'm telling you Maya, she wants this," he says, gesturing to his general self.

Maya snorts laughter and slaps her knee for added effect. "You're funny, Nick."

He frowns. "I'm serious! Why would I purposely embarrass myself and you by introducing you as my girlfriend with zero notice, if it wasn't for a good reason?"

She puts a finger to her chin. "Fine, you got me there. Let me ask you this then… Are you blind, Nick?! Even I can see that she's gorgeous, and she wants to go out with you? Why the heck did you say no?"

He sighs. "She's just not my type. Yes, I know, she's really pretty and I should be happy she even looked at me, but there's just something about her I don't like. She rubs me the wrong way."

"I don't get it, Nick. Most guys would jump at the opportunity to go out with someone like her, no matter how weird she is, just to say they did."

"I'm not in my twenties anymore, Maya. If I'm going to date someone I want to actually like them, not date them just because they're attractive."

Maya nods in understanding. "Fine, fine. I have another question then. Why didn't you just reject her like a normal person? Why the whole fake girlfriend excuse?"

"That's the whole thing, Maya. I did say no to her. She won't take no for an answer! She said, and I quote, 'I don't want to doesn't count'. Then, when I told her I had a girlfriend, she asked Edgeworth about it, and since he'd never heard of my supposed girlfriend she got even more suspicious and started asking me to describe her and what her name was and all this stuff. You were the only person I could think of… I'm really sorry for putting you in that position, but thanks for backing me up."

"You were practically suffocating me with your arm around me; I got the message loud and clear," she says.

"Sorry."

She sits back and crosses one leg over the other. "What are you going to do? You still have the trial against her and if she likes you as much as you say, she probably won't give up after that either."

He rubs the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah, about that…"

Maya tilts her head. "What?"

"Would you… you know… be okay with being my fake girlfriend for a bit longer?"

"Seriously?!"

"It's the only way!" He leans forward and puts his palms together in front of his face. "Please, Maya. I'll buy you anything you want once the trial is over."

"What if she keeps coming around after the trial is over?"

"We'll figure it out. Maybe I could ask Edgeworth to make sure she isn't put on anymore cases where I'm the defense. He'd do that, wouldn't he?"

"I don't know, Nick. Edgeworth isn't usually one for bending the rules."

"You're right… Well, I don't know. But just for now, for the trial, will you do it?"

She purses her lips. "Fine, but you owe me big time. And I think we need to set some ground rules."

He's relieved. He was sure she was going to refuse. "Yes, of course. But remember, we still have to be convincing."

She rolls her eyes. "I can play the doting girlfriend no problem, Nick, don't you worry about that."

"Alright, okay, good… So what are your rules?"

"No kissing…" she pauses, then adds, "on the mouth."

He furrows his eyebrows. "That's it?"

"Pretty much. I trust you, and we're best friends, right? I don't think we'll need to act much different than we normally do, to be honest. After all, your partner is supposed to be your best friend too, right?"

He smiles. "So they say."

"Well, we've already got that down. We just need to be a bit more affectionate. You have my permission to put your arm around me, hug me, stuff like that. Kisses on the cheek are also okay. Just don't touch my butt."

He can't help the laugh that bursts out of him. "God, Maya. Of course not."

"Hey, I'm not sure how far you're willing to take this, Nick. You seem pretty desperate."

"Let's just hope we're convincing enough that she sets her sights on someone else and leaves me alone so we won't have to keep this up for long. I mean, I know I'm pretty charming but there's gotta be someone out there she'll like more."

"Pfft. The way you were saying she 'wants all of that'," Maya says, gesturing in his general direction, "I'm not so sure."

"Don't jinx us."

Maya smiles at him and they're quiet for a few seconds before she remembers to ask. "Do you have any rules?"

He thinks for a second. "Well, I guess I don't want you touching my butt either."

"Nick!" Maya laughs. "Be serious."

He sits back, smiling at her laughter. "I don't want Trucy to know about this. Luckily she's in school and she's really busy with her magic shows right now, so we should be able to keep it from her, but if she finds out we're faking she'll be very upset."

Maya nods. "We can't tell Pearly either. I'll try to make sure she stays in Kurain Village. She's been wanting to visit lately since she hasn't seen you in a while, so I'll feel bad making her stay there, but it'll be for the best. Even if we explained to her why we're doing this, she'll make it into some sort of romantic notion anyway. For example." Maya lifts her hands to place them over her face the same way Pearl always does and pitches her voice a few octaves higher. "Oh Mystic Maya! You're going to help Mr. Nick so that evil prosecutor doesn't steal him from you because he's your special someone, aren't you?" She drops her hands and looks at him. "Like that."

Phoenix laughs. "You're probably right about that. So those are our rules then. No kissing, no butt touching, no telling Pearls or Trucy."

"Yep. So… What now?" Maya asks, looking around the office. "We've already got our evidence for tomorrow. Did you need to talk to your client again? Or interview any witnesses?"

He shakes his head. "No, I'm ready for tomorrow. I think I just make it worse when I talk to my client anyway. He's not very confident. I think I'll be able to close the case tomorrow though, and the sooner the better, too. We should just relax for now."

Maya sits forward, an eager look on her face. "We can't relax. We have to practice!"

"Practice…?"

"Being a couple! We might not have to act too differently than we already do, but we still need to be convincing enough that Molly thinks we're in love!"

"Uh, okay. What do you suggest then?" They already said no kissing, so he was sure she wasn't going to suggest they start practicing that. But what else would she mean?

"Let's go on a date!" Maya says excitedly.

"A date?"

"Yeah, you know, stuff normal couples do every so often? I know you haven't had a real girlfriend for years, but don't you at least know that much?" she says.

"Of course I do," he huffs. "I just didn't think we'd need to practice. I thought we could sort of wing it."

Maya waves a hand. "This isn't one of your trials, Nick. We can't wing this, it's important!"

Phoenix rolls his eyes. "My trials are important too, Maya."

"You know what I mean. You're a good lawyer, so you're good at winging it when you need to. But you haven't had a girlfriend for such a long time, you need to practice before you go out there pretending to be someone's loving boyfriend, because it just won't be realistic if you don't. Get it?"

"I guess?"

"Good! So what will our date be?"

"I don't know. Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know either. You pick."

"If I pick, you'll just complain about it."

"I will not!" she insists. "Go ahead, pick anything."

He sighs and gets ready to list off rejected 'date' ideas. Even when he and Maya go places as friends, she rarely wants to do anything he suggests. "Art museum," he tries.

"No. Come on, Nick, you only said that because you knew I wouldn't like it!"

"History museum."

"That's even more boring."

"Movies?"

"Which movie?" she asks, and for a second he thinks he might be getting somewhere.

"There's a new one out based on a true story about—"

Maya cuts him off. "Nope. No movies 'based on a true story' are ever good." He crosses his arms and stares at her silently. "…What?"

"I told you you'd say no to everything I picked! So you pick."

"We could go eat," she suggests.

"How is that a date? We do that all the time anyway, and I always pay for it, so it'd be no different."

"Okay, how about this." She grins. "We go to the beach, take a nice long walk, and then stop at that snack bar they have because the hot dogs there are almost as good as the burgers down the road."

"A long walk on the beach? Where'd you get that idea? Some guy's online dating profile?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

"For your information I don't do online dating. If I wanted a real boyfriend I could get anyone I wanted," she says, crossing her arms. "I am the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique. Men think I'm amazing."

Phoenix snorts. "Because they don't know you. As soon as they see you stuff one of those super deluxe cheeseburgers from down the road into your face, they probably won't be so interested."

Maya looks offended. "Don't be so mean to me, Nick! Or did you want me to fake break up with you in front of Molly tomorrow?"

"No, no! I'm sorry, okay. Beach walk it is."

She smiles triumphantly. "Good. Let's go! I brought my bathing suit!"

"What? I'm not swimming. And why did you bring that with you anyway? Were you planning on going to the beach at some point while you were visiting even before this whole fake girlfriend thing?"

Her eyes dart around the room. "Um… no? But I always bring it with me when I come into the city because you never know! Now wait here so I can get changed."

He waits on the couch while Maya dashes off to get changed in the bathroom. She takes a few minutes and by the time she comes back he's bored of playing the one game his phone has on it.

"Ta-da!" she says, prompting him to look up. "How do I look?"

He looks up from his phone absentmindedly. She's wearing a solid black one piece bathing suit with a pair of white jean shorts over it, and a sheer floral patterned beach cover up. Her sandals and her hair are the same, and of course she's never without her magatama necklace or the bracelets she wears as part of her spirit medium getup. He suddenly feels very overdressed in his same old suit. Maybe a change of clothes for the beach wouldn't be too bad.

"You look good," he says, standing up.

"Thanks, honey."

"Huh?!"

Maya giggles. "Pet names, Nick! Every couple uses pet names, don't they?"

"O-oh. Okay… That's okay then." He clears his throat. "I decided I'm going to change too. It's pretty hot out today."

"Yay!"

"I'm still not swimming."

"Aw." She flops back down onto the couch. "Well, don't wear anything too revealing, Nick," she teases. "If we see Molly again we don't want her losing her cool and jumping you or anything."

He groans and stalks away to his bedroom to get changed.

When he comes back, Maya jumps from the couch looking worried. He has to wonder if his fly is open or something, but she rushes up to him before he can check.

"That's too much skin, Nick!" she says. "What would Molly do if she saw you in this?" Maya puts her hands on her hips and stares at him accusingly.

He shifts uncomfortably. "It's hot out though. Aren't short sleeves okay?"

"I don't mean the sleeves or the shorts," she says. "Your sleeves are long enough that they at least cover those guns of yours," she says teasingly. "It's this." She reaches forward and pokes the skin of his chest, just under his collarbone. "Too much cleavage, Nick. Have some shame."

He flushes. "Guys don't have cleavage, Maya."

She's already reaching forward to button his shirt more. "If you're going to wear a button up at least button it up," she says, stopping when only the very top button is still undone. She takes a step away from him. "There. Now no other women are going to look at you. After all you're my boyfriend." She leans forward to stage whisper to him. "I'm a jealous sort of girlfriend. That'll keep Molly away for sure."

Maya is taking this so seriously, he's not sure if he should be grateful or scared.

She flits away and picks up her bag from near the door, then turns and smiles widely at him. "Come on, Nick. Let's go."

Well, it could be worse.

When they make it to the beach entrance, Maya kicks off her sandals as soon as her feet touch the sand. She picks them up and hands them to Phoenix, then dumps her bag on him as well, and runs ahead, straight to the water. She only goes far enough to get her feet wet, while Phoenix stays along the shore where the waves stop, watching her.

The wrap she has around her shoulders is flowing in the wind, and it's long enough that a few times the water touches it and gets the ends wet. It doesn't bother Maya. Her hair is blowing as well, but the large bead she has at the tail end of her hair keeps it mostly contained. Standing in the sparkling water, her back to him as she faces the sun, he has to admit that she's gotten rather pretty over the years. He also remembers the way she spoke to Princess Rayfa in Khura'in, making it evident that she'd grown wiser and more mature over the years as well, but he's glad she hasn't lost her childlike excitement either. She just wouldn't seem like Maya without it.

She's getting further out into the water without even realizing it, and she squeaks when a wave hits her, soaking her past her knees but missing the hem of her shorts by an inch. She turns and starts wading back into the shallower water, then exits completely, lifting the drenched part of her beach wrap as she approaches him. She flicks it at him once she's close enough.

"Hey!" he protests when the wet end slaps his bare arm. "That's cold."

"Don't be such a baby, Nick," she says, moving into step beside him so they can continue walking down the beach. The snack bar is off in the distance, and he knows they won't be leaving here until Maya gets her hot dog.

"How was the water?" he asks.

"Refreshing."

"A fancy word for cold," he states.

She sticks her tongue out at him. "Well, yeah, but it's supposed to be cold. The whole point of swimming at the beach on a day like today is to cool off, isn't it? I wouldn't want to swim in warm water."

"I suppose that's true."

"Are you sure you don't want to swim?" she says, nudging him with an elbow.

"Even if I wanted to, I didn't wear swim trunks."

"Psh, so? Just swim in your shorts, who cares?"

"No. Besides, you were the one who didn't want me to show any skin, and I'm not going to swim with a shirt on. I'm not that self conscious."

"Hmmm fine," she says, tentatively reaching down and feeling for his hand. They entwine their fingers, neither of them saying anything more. It does feel awkward, so, so awkward, and he thinks maybe Maya was right. They do need to practice if they want to pull off being a couple who are in love. It's not like he's unused to physical contact from Maya; she's always been rather clingy, particularly when she was younger, but having her cling to his arm in fear is different than having her warm fingers wrapped around his as they walk together down an L.A. beach, hands swinging between them.

They're both quiet, lost in their own thoughts, until they reach the snack bar, aptly named The Snack Shack. Maya gets in line right away, tugging on his hand excitedly. "Let's just get something to drink for now," she suggests. "We can just sit around for a while then eat later."

"Sure. Oh, here," he drops her sandals into the sand in front of her. "You should put those on now. There's garbage and glass and stuff around here, you don't want to step on anything."

"Thanks, Nick," she says, holding onto his arm to steady herself as she steps back into them.

When they reach the front of the line Maya hems and haws about what to get. Phoenix can only smile apologetically at the server while they wait for her to decide. She settles on an ice cream float with vanilla ice cream and root beer. He gets a regular bottle of lemonade. When they have their drinks in hand, Maya finds a spot under one of the beach umbrellas that are set up on the outskirts of the area.

"Hold this, Nick." She gives him her drink and takes the bag from his arm. She digs through it and pulls out a blanket, then flings it out onto the sand. She kneels and flattens it as best she can under the umbrella, then sits down and pats the spot beside her. He hands her drink down to her and sits beside her.

The last time he was at the beach was almost a year ago now, after Trucy had begged him to bring her and one of her friends. He said she was old enough to go by herself, but she insisted that he come with them. She'd ended up attempting to set him up with any passing woman she deemed 'motherly' enough, whatever that meant. Eventually he lost his patience and told her sternly to stop, which ended up with her sulking and making her friend feel awkward.

So it's nice to be here now with Maya, alone, with no teenaged daughters stopping random passersby to ask them if they would be interested in her daddy. He isn't one for swimming really, but he is able to enjoy the sunlight and the breeze, and the views of the ocean if anything. It's nice to be out and about without having to investigate a murder scene for once.

He turns to look at Maya when he sees her clawing through her bag again. Her float is sitting in the sand beside her, and Phoenix hopes it doesn't spill. Those things aren't cheap and if it spills he'll have to buy her another one. But it's pushed down into the sand, and it stays upright. Maya triumphantly pulls out a bottle of sunscreen and holds it up like she's just found the Holy Grail of beach items.

"Nick, can you put some of this on me?"

"Um, sure. Where do you need it?"

She hands the bottle over to him and lifts her hair from her shoulders. "My shoulders mainly, and anywhere on my back that my swimsuit doesn't cover. I'm pretty fair, so I don't want to get burned."

He doesn't mention that it's possible she'll already be burned from their walk down the beach and that she should have put it on before they even stepped outside the office. He clicks open the bottle and squeezes some of the cream onto his hand before rubbing them together. He reaches forward hesitantly, not sure where to start, and settles for resting each hand on her bare shoulders.

She shivers. "That's coooold!"

"Sorry," he mumbles. He feels awkward doing this too, but can't tell if it's part of their 'practicing' or not. He moves his thumbs to the base of her neck, then swipes his hands down the middle of her back, where her bathing suit has an opening, making sure to rub the sunscreen in enough that it's not visible on her skin.

Maya squirms slightly where she's sitting. "Um, can you get under the straps too?"

"Alrighty…"

He slips his fingers under the straps and finds his stomach in knots, so he quickly gets that over with and moves back to her shoulders again where some of the sunscreen hasn't been rubbed in enough. Maya tilts her head forward more and sighs contentedly.

"What was that?"

"Hm?!" she says, her head shooting back up.

"I thought you said something," he says, taking his hands away.

She keeps her back to him. "No, I didn't… That just… felt kind of good. Sorry. I've been a bit stressed out in Kurain so I guess my muscles are a bit tense…"

"Oh, I see," he says. He can't help feeling a teensy bit of satisfaction that she's actually enjoying his hands on her. He was barely touching her and still managed to get that sound out of her. He can feel the awkwardness melting away little by little, and boldly presses his thumbs into the base of her neck again, a bit harder than before. "Is this better?"

"Ah… uh huh. That's the spot," she mumbles quietly, shifting back on the blanket so she's closer and he doesn't have to reach as far.

"I sometimes forget how hard you work in Kurain, Maya," he says quietly from behind her. "It must be stressful being the leader of an entire village."

She sighs. "It's not so bad. Channeling so much takes a lot out of me but it's alright for the most part. It's just that everyone comes to me with all of their problems. I have to make all these big decisions, and half the time I don't even know if what I'm doing is right." She lets out a cynical laugh. "I guess that's why I love visiting you so much, Nick. When I'm with you I don't really have to think so much. I can be myself. Not Master Maya, just Maya."

He smiles to himself. That's the only way he'd ever want her to act. Just as Maya, without the mask of the Master of Kurain she has to put on when attending to her duties. "Well, I'm glad I'm good for something."

"You also give a mean shoulder massage, apparently," she says. "Thanks."

"No problem." He removes his hands. "Actually, I think I missed a spot here," he says, poking a spot on her shoulder.

He picks up the bottle of sunscreen to squeeze a bit more onto his palm. He's in the process of carefully squeezing out a small amount when he hears the unmistakably flirty laughter from behind him. He accidentally squeezes a bit too hard and the sunscreen squirts wildly from the bottle, flinging onto Maya's back. She sits up straight and scrunches her shoulder blades together. "Nick, be careful! That's cold!"

"Sorry, but I think you know who is here," he whispers, leaning closer to her. "Turn around and check, I don't want to look. She might spot me."

Maya snickers. "That hair can be spotted anywhere, Nick." She turns around anyway and sits cross legged in front of him to view the snack bar past his head, her eyes scanning the crowd and the line of people. She finally does spot someone that looks just like Molly, in a tiny red bikini. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail at the back of her head, making her slightly harder to recognize.

"Wow," Maya breathes. "She looks good. Wish I could pull off a bikini like that."

Phoenix looks at her and makes a face. "Are you pretending to be my girlfriend here, or hers?"

She grins at him. "Sorry. I don't think she's noticed us yet though. Why do you think she's here, Nick? Do you think she knew we were coming somehow? Do you think she's stalking you?"

"No way, how would she?" he says, unable to keep the fear out of his voice. "It has to be a coincidence."

"Maybe, but it's a weird coincidence."

"You're freaking me out, please stop. She was a little weird and pushy about being rejected but she didn't strike me as the stalker sort."

"They never do," Maya shakes her head sadly. "Just wait until you see her standing outside your bedroom window at night, looking in."

"I live on the third floor, Maya. I don't think she can fly."

"Ah! She's looking over here! We have to stop arguing."

Phoenix looks again to see Molly waving at them. She's holding a popsicle in one hand, and starts making her way towards them. "Funny seeing you two here," she says as she approaches. "Out on a beach trip before tomorrow?"

"Mhm," Phoenix answers. He stands up so he's not staring up at her from the ground, and pulls Maya up by the hand. "Well, Maya's been away for a bit working, so it's kind of nice to finally spend some time together, you know?" That's not a total lie. He had been missing her before he called her up.

"Of course, I can only imagine how hard being apart must be, especially in a new relationship. It can be hard to keep things interesting if you never see each other." Molly looks at Maya and changes the subject. "Your outfit is adorable," she says, before turning her gaze to Phoenix instead. "But you look great, Phoenix. Too bad you have to dress so formal in court, not that your suit doesn't look good on you too, but casual clothes suit you. You should really undo some of those buttons though, aren't you hot?"

He and Maya stand side by side staring at her. So Molly is going to shamelessly flirt with him even while Maya is standing right there? She stares right back at him, almost like she's challenging him to something. Then he realizes. She's still trying to test whether or not he and Maya really are together. She must have noticed how awkward they were being at the crime scene earlier, and she's still not convinced.

For all of Maya's insistence that they practice being couple-y, it's not helping much right now. She's standing beside him with her arms at her sides, not sure what to do. He takes the initiative and wraps an arm around her shoulders. He was just rubbing sunscreen into her skin, so at least they've gotten over the hurdle of physical contact for now. Putting an arm around her doesn't feel weird at all anymore, and he's confident it looks casual enough. "I'm fine, thanks."

Molly lifts her popsicle to her mouth and licks it from the bottom to the tip. Then she pops it into her mouth, smoothly pushing it between her closed lips, never once taking her eyes off of him. He can actually feel Maya's shoulders tense under his arm. Clearly, the suggestiveness of the action wasn't lost on her either. He can feel his cheeks starting to burn, and he hates that she's managed to affect him like that again.

Molly licks her lips once she's removed the popsicle again. "Well, I suppose I'll be seeing you in court tomorrow then, Phoenix."

"You will," he replies tersely.

"I'll be there too," Maya interjects.

Molly raises an eyebrow. "Oh, will you?"

"Yes. I used to be Nick's assistant, and I figured since I'm not working, I'd stand by his side in court again. He always does better when I'm around to help, so I wouldn't look forward to getting a guilty verdict tomorrow."

Molly almost looks impressed that Maya has stood up to her. "Well, I look forward to it. I hope you have a good night. It was nice seeing you again, Miss Fey."

Maya doesn't say anything more, and Molly walks away, putting a little extra sway in her hips as they watch her go. When she's out of earshot, Maya huffs. "Did you see that?! How crude!"

"It was kind of hard to miss."

Maya pulls him by the wrist and grumpily stalks over to the snack bar's line. Phoenix assumes it's time for hot dogs now. After they get their hot dogs and make their way back to their blanket and umbrella, Maya scarfs hers down in about three minutes. "You know what else I don't like?" she says through her last mouthful.

"What?"

"How she calls you Phoenix," she says, spitting his name out like it's a dirty word. "She hardly knows you! Just because she wants to bang you doesn't mean she's on a first name basis already."

"That's kind of my fault," he tells her, trying not to act too surprised at Maya's use of the word 'bang'. She rarely ever speaks that way. "I told her she could call me Phoenix when we weren't in court. That was after I rejected her because I felt bad, before I realized how weird she was going to be about it."

Maya's digs her feet into the sand at the edge of the blanket. "I swear if she ever starts calling you Nick…"

He grins. "What?"

She pouts. "I don't know! But I won't like it!"

"You sound like you're actually a little jealous, Maya. Something I should know?"

"No!" she says. "I just think it's rude of her to act that way when you've already told her you're not interested. Jeez."

"That's the whole reason we're doing this fake relationship thing. And she doesn't believe us, I can tell. She's testing us. I'm kind of surprised she hasn't asked us to kiss or something just to prove it."

Maya frowns. "She's being pretty subtle about it. Probably so we can't accuse her of home wrecking or anything. That popsicle thing though… That was just… ugh."

"It was embarrassing," Phoenix says.

Maya gets a determined look on her face suddenly. "Just you wait until tomorrow. I'll show her how good a girlfriend I can be."

"Should I be worried? You aren't going to go back on our no butt touching rule already, are you?"

She grins wickedly. "No, but Miss Prosecutor doesn't need to know that."