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"Mmm, very informative. You'd be great on TV. 'Ladies and gentlemen, this is Jennifer
Lindley, I'm standing somewhere where, moments ago, something occurred. Details to
follow as events warrant.'" He popped a chip in his mouth.
"So you were going to tell me." She sipped her drink casually, lying on her side and
keeping her eyes on the screen.
"Tell you what?" He was stalling, of course.
"Before you went into the kitchen, you were going to tell me what happened on
Thanksgiving between you and Joey."
"I was? I don't remember that." He looked at her, feigning puzzlement, but his
enthusiasm for the game wilted when she shot him a motherly look. "You know I don't
kiss and tell."
"You kissed her?"
"No. But I don't bandage and tell, either." He munched on another chip and wiggled his
eyebrows tauntingly.
"Yeah, I heard about the bandaging. I heard that she punched some guy and knocked a
couple of his teeth out, and then I heard that he tried to attack her, and you dragged her
off to the bathroom and then . . . ," she nodded knowingly, "there was touching."
He grinned. "Well, I'd say the entire thing has been blown a little out of proportion, as
these escapades so often are. She didn't take out any teeth, but she did pretty much
knock him on his ass, and I wouldn't say he tried to attack her so much as he tried to
save what was left of his withering rep as a he-man."
"And?" Now she rolled onto her back and faced him. "What happened?"
He looked down at his hands. "Well, there was indeed a brief remembrance of things
past, but . . . nothing to speak of. Hands were held, but there was no lip." He took a
long drink and then frowned. "You understand, she was entranced by the sparkling
Witter charm, but I, ever the gentleman, returned her to Dawson with her purity none the
worse for wear."
She watched his face for a long minute. "You really can make anything into banter."
His face flashed with pain, and then he shook his head and chuckled. "Well, what were
you hoping to hear? That it hurt so bad to walk away from her that I felt like crawling into
bed for a week? That the minute I touched her hand, I started shaking and I still can't
believe she didn't call me on it? That . . . that I saw a ten-second glimpse of the only girl
-- the only human being -- who ever made me completely happy, and then she was gone
so fast that it was like seeing a ghost?" He glanced at Jen, who had reached down and
taken his hand. "None of that's true, of course."
"Of course."