Andrew decided it was time to speak up. "I think it's time for you to go be an idiot somewhere else, Colin. I need to talk to Beckett, and we don't need company. So, be a good boy and go bother someone else, okay?"
Colin's jaw dropped.
Beckett finally turned around, giving him a brief nod of appreciation before a look of nonchalance settled back on her face. "What if I don't want to talk to either of you? You can both go have it out somewhere else and leave me in peace."
But Andrew caught something in her expression that gave him hope, and he stood his ground. "No, Beckett, I think we need to talk. I think . . . you owe me that."
She looked him in the eyes, and he could see a wariness there. What had he done to deserve that, to make her so uneasy about his intentions? He had to find out, had to know what had happened between them, even if he couldn't convince her she had been wrong. And she had been.
"I don't want to talk here," she said finally, waving her hand at the crowded pub.
"Then let's go someplace else." He was not going to give in, not for a second.
"You know. . . ." Colin blundered into the conversation, completely ignoring their requests for privacy.
"Colin!" Andrew and Beckett said it at the same time, then laughed together. He could feel her relax just a little. There’s hope. Andrew turned to Colin again. "Really, Colin, three's a crowd. We'll see you later.” Then he very deliberately turned his back to Colin, so that he was finally facing Beckett. "Please."
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