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    Broken

    Authors note: Hi all! Firstly, I really appreciate all your reviews; they really do make me feel all kinds of happy. I’m thrilled you’re all enjoying it.

    Secondly, I’m so nervous about this chapter, it’s been a long while since I’ve written anything at all, especially anything like this, so please be gentle with me!!

     

    Jane stared at the clock. Maura had told her to go home and change and she would pick her up at 8. She still had 15 minutes to kill before Maura arrived and so she returned to her bedroom to check her outfit for maybe the fifth time that night. The deep red dress she had chosen was one that she knew Maura adored, and of all the dresses she had, not that there were many, it was her favourite. Regarding herself in the mirror, she smoothed her hands down the outfit before reorganising her hair once again. Her attempts to put it up had turned out better than she had expected, even with the one stray lock that seemed to defy all her efforts to tuck it behind her ear.

    “You look good.” She told her reflection as she stared down at the simple black pumps and wrinkled her nose. Picking up her blazer, she reached into the pocket and settled herself carefully on the edge of the bed, unfolding Maura’s letter once more and reading her words carefully.

    “I hope you appreciate this.” She whispered, long fingers running over the page before she tucked it back in the envelope and slipped it into the drawer in her nightstand.

    A knock at the door sent Jane’s heart fluttering in her chest before the butterflies in her stomach took over control. Was she really going to do this? There was no reason not to now, all of her worries and concerns had proved unfounded. It was time to take that leap into the great unknown.

     

    Maura stood in the hallway tapping her foot impatiently. She had told Jane she would pick her up at 8pm sharp. Just as she reached into her purse for the spare key she had, the door was pulled open to reveal Jane Rizzoli. In a dress.

    Maura’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the vision before her. An Amazonian goddess, her usually unruly hair piled atop her head exposing her beautiful neck, her heartbeat clearly visible in the jugular vein. The form fitting dress dipping low enough to expose enough delicate cleavage to make Maura lick her lips.

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