<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat didn't acknowledge the information immediately.  She reached out blindly and caught his hand in hers.  "I just need a minute."  She squeezed his hand tightly.  "That -- that's why I -- " she paused, swallowed, and tried again.  "That's why I don't.  Didn't.  Date.  Not the widow part -- shit happens, I get that."  She squeezed her eyes shut harder, seeing pinpricks of light behind the lids.  "She just -- she acted like she didn't care.  At some point they loved each other enough to get married and now she -- she doesn't.  That's fucking terrifying."  It had never been falling in love that frightened Cat -- always the opposite.  Falling out of love was her greatest dread.<br/>
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She took several slow, measured breaths and almost visibly forced herself to resume being Agent Gabledon.  "Fine.  Let's go see the sex vampires."</span></span>