Missing it

“Mm.” Bret grins. “Maybe you should go away once more so you can make up for lost time again.”

Cocking his head, he finally squints one eye. “On second thought…I think I’d rather you stuck around this time.”

Slinging his arm around her shoulders, he aims for the door, ignoring the unfinished drinks on the counter. “Dinner sounds fabulous. Just tell me where to pick you up.”


“Hey you.” Con grins as he hears Jamie’s voice at the other end of the line. “Sorry to bother you at work, but I got to thinking about tomorrow night… If you don’t have any plans, how about dinner… It’ll be my first day back to work, but I can swing by TJY after to pick you up… Then stop by your place if you want to change… I’m thinking that nice restaurant up by the lake…candle light…quiet music…”

He chuckles. “And cell phones stay home. How ‘bout it?”


Reese helps Angelica for a while, bringing in things from her car to the office. Once she’s at least got her bearings, he leaves her alone to go get some of his own work finished.


Carson sits alone on his couch, staring at a blank television. He wasn’t in the mood to watch tv…he wasn’t in the mood to go for a run…he wasn’t in the mood to go out and do anything…he wasn’t even in a mood for the beer he’d bought the night before. He had a little money, but not much…not enough to last long without a job. But he didn’t even know what he was going to do. The more time that passed, the more he realized just what he had at TJY. He’d thought it was alright before, but now…he actually was missing it…he was actually missing a job. It was a new sensation. He missed talking to Nate…he missed making Rick roll his eyes…he missed saying hi to Laura, giving Susanne a bad time…he got into trouble all the time, but he even missed Reese. And Jason…Carson wasn’t so sure there was anything left between them any more that could he salvaged, and that hurt just a little bit. But it was his own fault. All of this was.

Giving a little sigh, Carson picks up the phone and dials Misty. Waiting…waiting…no answer. Odd.