"You know, this arrangement of having Bridget Fed-Ex the handouts was a pretty good idea," Amanda commented as she opened the package that had just been delivered and started sorting through the various contents.

"It looks like she learned her lesson last year," Lee agreed, removing an envelope from the top of his desk and opening it.

"A Class C interrogation by Dr. Smyth would sure teach me a lesson in a hurry, too," Amanda chuckled, taking a spiral bound set of papers and flipping through them.

"There aren’t as many people as there were last year," Lee observed thoughtfully as he studied the list of attendees.

"At least it’ll be easier to keep an eye on them," Amanda replied philosophically as she started to read.

Lee glanced at the remaining contents in the box. "There’s a lot of stuff in here…"

They examined everything in silence for a few moments.

"Lee?" Amanda called hesitantly.
 
 

"Hmmmm?" He responded distractedly, still absorbed in studying the remaining contents of the box.

"There’s a choose your own ending story here."

"A what?" He asked as he started to read over her shoulder.

"It says you have to email Robin privately to find out what ending you’d like to see."

"I guess we could have Jamie email her…"

"I don't want either of the boys to know about this, Lee," Amanda interrupted firmly.

"I have an idea. Let’s go to the hotel and check in down the hall. We have plenty of time to put a bug in the room before everyone gets there. On the way out we can stop by Scenarios and Fabrications and ask Beaman to create a fake email address for us."

She glanced up at him in a mixture of disbelief and alarm.

"I won’t tell him what it’s for," Lee hastened to reassure her. "I’ll just say the case is on a need to know basis."

"Sounds reasonable," Amanda conceded.

Lee smiled, then gently removed the book from her hands and tossed it to the top of his desk.

He brushed her lips gently, then reluctantly broke away. "We’d better get going. We don’t have much time." He led her slowly towards the door. "Maybe while we’re waiting at the hotel we can make up an ending to that story on our own. You think she’d let us send her a few suggestions?"

Amanda slipped her arm around his waist. "I don’t know. What do you have in mind?"

"I think I can come up with a few ideas," he admitted with a twinkle in his eye.

"I’ll just bet you can," she chuckled softly. "Well, we DO have some time to kill."

"I like your thinking, Mrs. Stetson," he stated affectionately.

"Why, thank you, Mr. Stetson," she grinned as they both walked out the door together arm in arm.
 

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