A new version of season3.

 

Without a word, Ben walked to the door and opened it.  He looked back at Michael one last time, but his now former lover had turned away.  Ben wanted to remind Michael that he loved him, but now it seemed like a moot point.  Instead, he walked out of the door, closing it silently behind him.

 

****

 

Lindsay walked downstairs quietly, hoping to catch Mel still sleeping.  However, when she went in the living room she saw that Mel was already awake, drinking a cup of coffee.

 

“Is there anymore?”  Lindsay asked. 

 

When Mel didn’t answer, Lindsay went into the kitchen and poured herself a cup coffee.  She took a few sips before nervously walking back into the living room only to pause at the doorway.  She wanted Mel to say something, but her partner wasn’t in a talking mood, or so it seemed.

 

“You didn’t have to sleep on the sofa,” Lindsay said.  “I really missed you last night.”

 

Mel took off her glasses and looked up at her partner.  She didn’t look angry, nor did she look sad.  Mel looked suspicious, like a lawyer with a hostile witness. 

 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

 

“I don’t know,” Mel replied sternly.  “Maybe it’s because I’m wondering if you’re just telling me another one of your lies.”

 

“That’s not fair!”

 

“Well let’s start off with an easy one,” Mel said, her experience as an attorney kicking in.  “Did you help Emmett with Dani’s party?”

 

Lindsay sighed, resisting her tears.  She then turned away and replied, “No.”

 

“Where did you go when you told me you were helping Emmett?”

 

“Shopped,” Lindsay admitted.  “I wanted to tell you, but-”

 

“I just want your answers, not your excuses,” Mel interrupted. “So…why are you so mad at Brian?”

 

“I’m not…” Lindsay began, only to stop herself.  She was about to make another excuse and she knew Mel would not tolerate it.  It was the look in Mel’s eyes.  Those normally warm, inviting eyes gazed at Lindsay so coldly, it made her stomach churn.  All she could do was tell the truth and hope Mel would understand.  “I don’t know.  Honestly, I don’t know.”

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