Clark pursed his lips and turned to his computer. He thought to himself, ‘In your dreams, Lois. In your dreams.’
Not the best way to handle Lois, Clark.
She’d found that following him to crime or accident scenes, or, indeed, to any place he did a rescue was *not* going to net her the interview she wanted.
Ah, but how to use the element of surprise on a man who can hear your heartbeat?
Amazingly, she had not gotten herself into trouble once.
How very un-Lois-like!
Flirting with him never elicited any reaction, either, and she’d begun to think the man might be a eunuch or something.
Fabulous little tale, and I love the spin on an actual, historial pretext. Wonderful!
