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He knows it’s her entering his basement by the way her heels click against the stairs. He’s seen a dress similar to the one she’s wearing. In Paris. On her. Then on the floor.
She says it was a date. But she’s in his basement, not that guy’s bed. Gibbs teases her about the date, but he knows if the guy was anything special, then Jenny wouldn’t be here right now.
“I’d prefer if you just told me you liked my dress.”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
He has. And he does. He’s just not going to let her know that.