Sunday Six

From a new WIP, zero draft, Midsomer OT3 fic I just started:

Without a doubt Sarah Barnaby was one of the most beautiful women Ben had ever met. But his Gran had taught him better than to dwell on fancying other blokes’ wives, so Ben kept his eyes and his thoughts on a tight and respectful leash, until two things brought it undone—

—the warmth and frankness of Sarah in their every interaction;

—Ben’s gradual realisation that he had fallen, equally hard, for John Barnaby himself.

It took John being threatened at gunpoint to make Ben see it; at home, in the shower, shaking with the aftershock of the confrontation in Midsomer Herne. Ben came in great shuddering gasps, one hand braced against the wall as he stood under the streaming showerhead, breathing in the steam and exhaling the knowledge that John was unharmed, home safe, with Sarah.