In Huskisson
This is turning into a series. Still Beckett/OFC.
Butler was following them. Beckett supposed that was a sensible precaution, but he couldn't help feeling somewhat miffed. Annalise swung into a parking spot on the village's high street, and they hopped out.
"Don't forget to lock the door. It's old and doesn't have central."
Beckett was privately rather surprised the truck was still functional, it looked like it pre-dated him. You had to wind the window down manually.
"You're the local. Where to?"
"My cousin Sam's shop. He's really good."
"M'lady," he said, and offered her his elbow.
She laughed, and took it, towing him towards the store.