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Scott straightens up with a scoff. “Yeah, you win, contacts it is. I’m tired of spending money for new glasses.”

Katie’s stumble takes him off guard, and as she falls into his lap, he automatically catches her around her waist. He stares back into her eyes for a moment, not realizing that his pulse has quickened. Holding her this close sends his mind reeling and his heart racing.

Scott feels her warmth…her arms around his neck. His intentions from two nights prior to step back seem to fade away as he becomes lost in Katie’s gaze. He’d promised not to advance…he’d promised not to get in between he and Jason…she’d said it wasn’t the right time…

All sense flies out the window. Without even thinking, Scott leans in a little closer, his eyes not leaving Katie’s. They didn’t stop him…they didn’t tell him to back off… He wanted to relive the moment they’d shared two nights ago…

Before he knows it, his eyes are closed and his lips are brushing lightly against hers…then returning for a kiss. His hand is gentle on her back, holding her on his lap. His soft exchange proves an emotion that had been suppressed for longer than he’d care to admit.

Gradually drawing away, Scott swallows hard. He’d crossed the line a second time… He searches Katie’s eyes for something that would tell him if he’d been wrong.


As Nate lays his hands on Laura’s shoulders, she tenses for just a moment, taken a little by surprise. But the gentle neck rub felt too good, and she could feel her shoulders drop as she closes her eyes. Nate’s hands were warm…strong but gentle…

As he moves to wrap his arms around her, she leans her head back against him, and puts a hand up to run her fingers along his forearm. For once…she just felt good.

“I’d love to get out of here,” she responds. “I’m starving.”


Con clocks out and trudges wearily to the exit. It was getting dark…the load had taken an hour longer than anticipated.

Making his way across the parking lot, his eyes are to the ground until he nears, and he suddenly realizes that something is odd. Coming closer, a smile spreads on his face as he sees Jamie and the makeshift picnic.

Stopping at the bumper of her car, he looks at her for a moment and shakes his head. Leaning down, he braces himself with his arms, hovering over Jamie. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

He plants a quick kiss on her lips, then straightens up again, rubbing his sore shoulder. “So what did you so graciously bring this big ol’ brute tonight, other than your sweet company?”