It was just after three o'clock in the morning when Benson finally arrived at Mallory's place. He didn't mind making the long drive from eastern Connecticut to North Carolina because he preferred that Mallory not be on the road by herself for so many hours, but it was long and now he was exhausted.
It was damn good to see her, though. "Hey, Mal," he smiled wearily as he squeezed her tightly back. "How are you?"