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Claire said, “Okay, so let’s say he wasn’t into it At least, not consciously So he was saying, ‘No, no, no,’ but his body, especially if he was responding to touch, was saying yes”

Yuki said, “And therefore, if he told her, ‘No, no, no,’ and she didn’t stop, that’s not consent and that’s the definition of rape”

“So there’s your answer What else?” Claire asked

“What do you mean?”

“I have a feeling you have so else on your mind”

“Oh, you’re good,” Yuki said “It’s Brady”

Jackson Brady, Yuki’s husband, was lieutenant in charge of the ho at her desk Brady was hot, but that was the least of what anyone would say about hierthe heroic save of too many lives to count when their honeymoon was interrupted by a terrorist attack

Claire said, “What about Brady? Is he all right?”

“Oh, he’s fine What worriesevery working hour on the rape case prep by myself

“When we’re at ho about Marc Christopher because I can’t talk to anyone else about it—you know?”

“I know I understand”

“And he falls asleep while I’”

“Two-career fa fro my husband wants to hear about is dead people It’s not dinner conversation Not pillow talk, either”

“So, what about sex?” Yuki asked

“You just have to make time for it, that’s all,” said Claire