Idiot

Aaron wouldn’t want to admit that he was growing used to Sam’s company in the mornings – along with the breakfasts she brought – but…he was growing used to it. Getting one hand free, he rubbed his wrist a little before accepting the food, for which his stomach was grateful. He hadn’t eaten much supper last night. He’d been a bit grouchy as his knee had been hurting more, and now he was rather hungry. 

He nodded after he took a bite. “Mm-hmm. No weight yet, but anything is better than nothing.” Positivity? His own enthusiasm even caught himself off guard. Since when was he happy at all here? It was just…hard…to be so negative…with someone like Sam around. 

Seeing her retrieve his clothes, he paused his eating with eyebrows raised. And he’d thought the food was going above and beyond. Now his laundry too? He quirked a little grin at her comment. “Eh…I’ve lost a few pounds anyway.” His eyes bounced down then up again. “Thanks. You didn’t have to do that. After all…” He took another bite. “I am just your prisoner.” 


Reese came back in the house and shut the door, locking it for the night. Tossing his keys in the basket on the end table, he slipped off his shoes and wandered into the living room where he’d abandoned Angelica a while earlier. Flopping down on the far end of the couch, he leaned over sideways to put his head in her lap and close his eyes. “I let Garret go,” he mumbled sleepily. “And tomorrow, when Kirk finds out, I’m going to be out of a job.” 

He lifted a hand and let it fall down again. “How’s that for smarts, eh? You’re married to an idiot.”


Maggie’s enthusiasm could do nothing but warm Garret’s heart, and he returned her hug. “Of course I came.” He glanced over at Nate, then back to Maggie. “I, um… got let off work early.” 

He chuckled at Maggie’s compliment, and stood back, giving her a once-over. “And you look beautiful.” He meant it, too. She’d worked so hard for this evening, and deserved to smile and be proud of herself. Reaching out, he took her hands in his, but not before looking back to Nate. “I’ve got the car again,” he mentioned quietly. “I’ll bring Maggie home safe and sound.” His eyes went back to Maggie. “Now…I think I owe you a dance.” 


Hunter cringed a little before rolling his eyes at himself. He hadn’t exactly worded his last text very well, had he? He wasted no time in replying.
Sorry. Not trying to be creepy.
Honest. If we stop, I’ll even 
sleep in the car. Outside.
On the ground. On the roof. 
Whatever. 
Oh sheesh, had he really just said that? 
I’m good for playing it
by ear. No worries. How 
about leaving on Wed?