They stood at the door, both hesitant to enter. Goren was leaning close, whispering. "...Maybe we could...?"
"No!" Eames looked around the courthouse hallway. "Someone will see us."
Goren shrugged. "They'll think we're going over testimony." He held up his leather binder.
"That's exactly what we need to do! This recess is just one hour."
"But last night you-"
Her piercing eyes silenced the rest of his sentence. She followed him inside the small visitor room, where they spread their notes on the table and sat side by side.
"I don't believe you."
She didn't sound angry, so he pressed her hand between his. "Maybe tonight?" he asked.
"Okay, yeah." She took a deep breath, returning the squeeze. "Yes. But now... work."
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