1. Introduction
Lassiter hates these stupid things. They're boring, annoying, a complete waste of time and departmental resources. If-no, not if, when-he's named Chief, the first thing to go will be the annual police picnic. It's too many hours of too many bugs, too many people, and too much sun. It's just…too much.
He glimpses Davis by the buffet and makes his way toward him. He met Davis in the Academy. Good cop, good man. As he draws closer, he notices the other man's wife. Can't quite remember her name. Something starting with an M. May? Martha? Mary? Sweet enough woman, but a little annoying. Forever trying to set him up with someone. Davis is always joking that his Margaret-that's her name-won't be happy until all of her single friends are settled, which means all of Davis' single friends have to pay the price.
Carlton's nearly on top of them when he realizes that today isn't going to be any different. There's another woman with them and he's close enough to notice the lack of a ring. He glances around, trying to find a way to surreptitiously slip away without them noticing, when the woman shifts forward and he sees her face.
She's lovely. The sort of girl who inspires artists to paint, poets to compose, and cowboys to hang up their spurs. Her gaze swings around and lands on him. Their eyes lock. For a long moment, her eyes are distant, cold. Frozen.
Then he smiles at her and it's like someone's flicked on a switch somewhere deep inside of her. Her ice queen expression melts, suddenly all sunshine and light. Lassiter's breath catches. Margaret finally notices him, takes him by the arm, and steers him a little closer.
"Carlton, have you met Victoria?"
Kristin: In case you've somehow managed to miss it, Carlton Lassiter is definitely my favorite Psych character. Just for the record.
Also, I'm back in class again tomorrow, so updates will probably be a lot slower starting then.
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