[[ downtown lexington, kentucky ]]

[itwasjustified]

[ "it's not like a change of scenery would hurt." ]

"And that's the only skyscraper -- and I use that term loosely -- you'll see while you're here," Raylan says, pointing out Fifth Third Bank, its black glass and blue detail standing out like a nun in a strip club against the empty skyline.

The city built out, not up; Lexington sprawls to every border of Fayette County, and Fayette County is Lexington.

"It's really just a big town that thinks it's a city," he adds, and points toward the corner of Limestone and Barr, where his office is, before they hang a left off Main to double back toward Ramsey's Diner.

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[itwasjustified]

He looks up; his mouth opens, but for a second, he can't manage a damn word.

"You know," and he's drawling, quiet and laconic as the day is long, "you might pull that off better than I do."

[notenlightened]

"You think?"

Her gaze tips upward, right to the place where the brim is barely visible in her periphery, nose scrunching up.

"I don't know. Think my head's too small," she confesses, as he picks it up and off, turning her wrist to set it down on his head.

"There."

Her voice is soft.

"Definitely much better."

[itwasjustified]

If Reese is paying any attention at all, she's sure to see the faint redness creeping up his collar.

"Thank you."

He clears his throat quietly and stands, gesturing toward the door.

(He hasn't forgotten his promise of jogging routes and coffee shops.)

[notenlightened]

Did we say Reese is looking smug? Because Reese is looking smug.

"No, thank you," she murmurs, slipping on her sunglasses and stepping out into the Kentucky air.