As he came into sight of Padmé's apartment block, he commed Breha. "Leave a light burning in the window this evening, my dove. Your shamefully neglectful husband is making a lightning visit home."
Her soft, sultry laughter lit a fire in his blood. "I'll do that. How long exactly will the lightning last?"
"Not long enough," he said, regretful. "As long as I can manage."
"Ah," she said, "So -- not a pleasure trip, then?"
He grinned. "I'm pretty sure I can squeeze in a little pleasure here and there. But no. It's business."
"I see." The two small words told him she understood perfectly. She knew him so well; could read every nuance of tone in his voice. "I'll be waiting."
The Clone Wars: Gambit Stealth
Karen Miller
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