The days flowed by steadily. Luke kept his distance from Emily, avoiding any and all accidental bumping into her. She saw Lucy watching them with narrowed eyes, but she didn't comment. Emily was relieved by this. She didn't want to explain what had happened when really nothing had happened. Luke had shown her how to chop carrots. That was all.

But she kept thinking about his arms on either side of her...his face next to hers.

"Have you seen Robin lately?" Lucy asked her now, making her jump almost from her daydream.

"Um, no," Emily shook her head, realizing she hadn't. She shook away all remnants of her daydreams at the same time.

"I wonder what's up."

"Maybe she is boycotting us," Emily joked.

"She seemed a little more emotional the last time I saw her," Lucy mused. "Maybe something happened."

Emily didn't comment. Robin never talked to her, not with sentences anyway. She had died her hair from blue to pink recently, though. Emily never understood the desire to have bright colors on your head. Then again, she was always one for hiding and trying to disappear into a crowd, not stick out in one.

"Coffee!" Rita shouted, barreling through the door. "I need coffee!"

"Your turn," Emily said, twisting and hurrying away. She and Lucy took turns with the heavily perfumed lady. Emily's eyes burned for twenty minutes after Rita had left once. Luke had asked her why she was crying. It took some convincing for him to realize she wasn't.

She wasn't paying attention when it happened.

"Whoa!" Luke exclaimed, colliding with her. She yelped, but he caught her before she wiped out onto the floor.

"Sorry," she said, trying to breathe from the scare and from his hands on her arms.

"No, I'm sorry," he corrected. "I came flying out without looking."

"It's okay," she said automatically. Lucy was too busy with Rita, thankfully, but Beth had chosen this time to enter. She immediately stared at Luke and Emily, pausing in her tracks.

Luke cleared his throat and realized he was still holding onto her arms. He let go and stepped out of her way. The rush from the physical contact made him think again about the other day and all the other thoughts he'd been having since. He forced his mind back into check. Emily was off limits. She was his employee and his tenet. It would be bad, bad, bad.

But he still couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking about him as she gave him one last look and went on her way to the back room.

"Hi, Luke," Beth said, sitting down at the counter and leaning her chin onto her hand. He turned to look at her.

"Hey," he replied. He fell into a conversation with her about their upcoming game. It was better than thinking about Emily, which he was failing at not doing.

...

It was an ordinary afternoon when it happened. Emily was wiping down the tables, humming to herself some song she'd heard earlier that day and was now stuck on replay in her mind. Tito was back and now joking about how he'd acted like such a baby and showing them his stitches, which made Lucy almost throw up (it didn't take much to make her gag or almost throw up it seemed). He'd left early, though, for a doctor's appointment. Lucy had left early for an appointment too, but Emily knew it was really a date and probably with Brent. She didn't say anything, though. She liked Lucy a lot, but she didn't want to get attached to her if it meant losing her later, which was a possibility. It would hurt too much.

Mei was upstairs changing for her shift when the door opened, a gust of air following it. Emily turned to see Gary standing there smiling at her.

"Oh, hey," she said. "Twice in one day? That's unusual for you."

"I know," he nodded, grinning still. "But I got thirsty. It's hot out there."

"What can I do you for?" she asked, moving to go around behind the counter. Gary intercepted her, though, and she immediately felt her guard go up, her entire body on high alert.

"Actually," he said. "I'd love to have a drink with you. You're done your shift, right? It's just down the road a bit."

He was too close to her. She could smell his cologne, which was a bit overpowering. She took a step back, and he followed her.

"Um, I don't drink," Emily replied, feeling trapped. She backed into the counter, and he stood in front of her. She had nowhere to go, and she felt her breathing begin to ramp up along with her heart rate. Was he doing this on purpose? She couldn't tell.

"A water then," Gary urged. "I just...I really feel a connection with you, you know? I'd hate to not at least try and see if something happened..."

"I really...no," Emily shook her head. "I'm good. Thank you, but no."

He quickly reached to touch her arm, and that's when it happened.

She saw Roger's fist coming at her, and she covered her head with her hands and twisted out of the way, shrieking.

"Whoa," Gary was saying, his voice muffled. "Emily?"

"Hey, what's going on out here?" Luke's voice called.

"I don't know, man. I didn't touch her. I swear," Gary replied.

Emily's eyes were squeezed shut, and she was waiting for the blow to hit, the hands to grab her arms and shake her or grab her jaw and force her to look at him. Instead, she felt a soft touch on her shoulder, a firm, but kind, squeeze.

"Emily?"

She opened her eyes and saw that she was not in her bedroom back in New York about to be assaulted but standing in a diner and holding a rag with a perplexed man looking at her from across the diner and another man right in front of her with his hand on her shoulder.

"Oh," she said. "I'm sorry." Gary looked terrified almost, but Luke was calm as usual.

"Are you all right?" Luke asked. She hated the concern in his eyes.

"He didn't do anything," she said quickly. "He just asked me if I wanted to go for a drink."

"And you said no," Luke finished for her. "I heard. He was pressuring you."

"It's all right. Really," she insisted, swiping at her hair. She knew she was visibly trembling and hated herself for it.

"Gary," Luke said, still looking at Emily. "How about you take no to mean no and get the hell out of here, huh?"

"O-Okay," Gary stuttered. "I'm sorry, Emily. I...I didn't mean to..." He trailed off at Luke's look and left quickly, and Emily realized Luke still had his hand on her shoulder. It was different from the other times he had touched her. It made her feel secure for some reason. Safe.

"I'm really okay," she told him. "Thank you."

"You're done for the day," he said as Mei tromped loudly down the stairs behind them. "Go for a walk or something. Shake it off."

"I will," she nodded. He removed his hand right before Mei came into view, and she stopped, looking at them both.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Emily just had a little hiccup is all," Luke answered. "She's gonna go a little early."

"Okay," Mei shrugged, plopping her books on the counter with a bang and not thinking anything more of it. Luke was still looking at Emily with a look that said he knew, but she didn't think that was possible. How would Luke know anything about her? No, he was just concerned. That was all. And that was bad enough.

"See you tomorrow," she said.

He nodded, and she slipped past him.

"Emily?" he called.

"Yea?" She turned. Was he going to say something? Ask her what happened and why? She braced herself.

"The rag?" he gestured.

"Oh," she said, looking down at it. "Right. Here." She tossed it at him, and he caught it easily. Then she turned back around and walked out.

...

Luke was trying to sleep later that night, but all he could think about was the way Emily had taken cover, shielding herself from an imagined attack. He had come out from the kitchen at the sound of Gary pressuring her to see if she needed help just in time to witness it. He recognized a flashback when he saw one since he had them all the time, and she had had the same facial expression then as she did back when she was standing over Tito's blood. The question was, what was she having a flashback about? It seemed simple, really. Gary had reached for her, and she had twisted away, prepared for the worst. This left the conclusion that someone had hurt Emily in a way that made his blood boil. He'd never liked handling those kinds of calls when he was a cop. It was all he could do to not beat the husbands or boyfriends to a bloody pulp for revenge...give them someone their own size to pick on.

He started thinking about Emily herself again. It was almost habit now. He couldn't seem to stop it from happening. He didn't know what this meant for him. He hadn't felt like this for another person in a very long time.

He heard a noise outside, and he looked at his alarm clock. It was past one in the morning, and he frowned. Who was in his yard? He reached for his pistol from his bedside drawer and got out of bed, creeping down to the door and going outside. The moon was high, so there was enough light to see in the yard at least five feet or more.

The sniffling gave it away. He approached Emily sitting on the wooden swing in a tank top and shorts. It was there from the previous owners. Luke didn't have the heart to take it down since some child had enjoyed hours of entertainment on it. He was oddly sentimental at times over the strangest things.

"Oh," Emily said, seeing him suddenly. He stopped, a few feet away from her. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

"I'm a light sleeper," he shrugged. She eyed the gun in his hand, and he looked down at it. "I'm also a bit paranoid."

"Right." She recalled the hidden guns in the diner. "The potential robbers."

He set it on the bench and crossed his arms, looking at her.

"I just couldn't sleep," she offered.

"Does it have something to do with what happened earlier today?" Luke asked. She flinched openly.

"Sort of," she admitted.

"You wanna talk about it?"

She looked at him, seeing him watching her carefully.

Emily didn't really want to delve into her past with him or anyone. She felt bad, though, because here he was in the middle of the night offering to be a listening ear, and she didn't want to hurt his feelings. Keeping herself safe was more important, though, so she defaulted to her usual answer.

"I'm fine," she said. "But thanks."

Luke didn't buy it for a second. He stood there looking at her while she looked back. He knew she was being tough, that she didn't want to be vulnerable. Hell, she was probably scared he'd figure out who she was and tell someone, which he'd never do.

"You don't have to carry it alone," he said finally. She gave a small, sharp intake of air but didn't speak. He turned to leave, picking up his gun as he passed the bench and went inside.

He thought of her sitting there alone on that swing until he fell asleep.

...

Two days later, Gary came in at his usual time. Emily felt sorry for what had happened and for making him think he had done something wrong. The guy had just been trying to ask her out. There was nothing terrible about it. And he was sweet in his own awkward way.

"Hi," he said when she approached the counter. "I am so, so sorry..."

"Stop," she said, holding up her hand. "It's okay."

"I really didn't mean to scare you," Gary went on. "I get carried away when I'm excited about something, and I was already nervous about asking you out..."

"Gary," she said firmly. "I promise I'm okay."

"Okay," he said, relieved. "Good. I mean, it shouldn't have happened to begin with to make you not good in the first place..."

"Gary," she said again, reaching to put her hand on top of his to make him be quiet. "Stop."

"Right," he nodded, looking down at her hand. "I'm stopping now."

Emily heard movement behind her, and she didn't need to turn around to know it was Luke standing there. She wondered why he was hovering, but Gary smiling at her made her focus on him instead.

"If the offer still stands," she started. "I would like to have that drink with you."

"Water, right?" Gary asked, remembering.

"Yes," she smiled.

"Okay," he grinned. "Um, when?"

"Soon," she answered. She took her hand back, and he kept nodding and grinning all the way out the door. She realized when he was gone that he did not order anything.

She turned to see Luke watching her, and she jumped from the startle, not realizing he hadn't left.

"Geez," she said, resting her hand over her heart. "Are you trying to give me a stroke?"

"Sorry," he apologized. He said nothing else as he walked back to the kitchen, but Emily was certain she had read something in his eyes. It surprised her, though, and made her think she had misread it.

Because there was no way he could be disappointed.

...

A week went by, and Emily felt as though she was tip toeing around Luke since their late night talk and since he overheard her agree to meet Gary. His words stayed with her, though, and she replayed them in her mind constantly. She was used to carrying things alone. No one would listen to her when she had tried to talk about it, at least in the beginning, so she had learned to just keep it to herself.

"Helloooo," Lucy said, waving her hand past Emily's eyes. "Anyone in there?"

"Huh?" she asked, coming to. She had been standing in the middle of the floor behind the counter and staring into space.

"I said, did you want to go out tonight?" Lucy repeated.

"Oh...um..." she paused. She had plans with Gary, but she didn't want to tell Lucy that. She would make it into a "thing."

"Lucy," Luke interrupted, sticking his head over the door. "Got a lunch order for you to prep. Now."

Lucy rolled her eyes as she dragged her feet over to the coffee maker, grabbing the piece of paper out of Luke's hand as she passed. Emily shot Luke a grateful look. She knew he had rescued her from having to answer Lucy's question, whether he realized it or not. He did not meet her eyes, and she felt again that he was disappointed in her for agreeing to see Gary. This was a ridiculous thought, though. He couldn't be. It's none of his business for starters, and there was no way he was interested in her. He never showed he was anyway.

Thankfully, Lucy had forgotten her question as the day got busier, and Emily was able to escape having to turn her down again. She got into her apartment and pulled her shoes and socks off, groaning as she did so. Nathan was at Mathletes, so he wouldn't be home for almost two hours. She had less than three hours to get ready to meet Gary. The heat from working had her tank top sticking to her skin. She'd removed her pants already, cursing Tito for not sharing how he managed to be the only person allowed to wear shorts at work. She was standing in the dining room and contemplating on what she wanted to do next (nap or shower), when she heard a noise above her. She looked up in time to see the chandelier on the ceiling let go and come rocketing towards her. She screamed and threw her arms over her head, stepping back and narrowly missing getting hit. It smashed on the floor, and she stood frozen in the aftershock, broken glass all around her.

...

Luke heard both the scream and the crash. Despite his feelings of annoyance towards Emily going out with Gary, he didn't even hesitate before rushing out and going around to her apartment. He felt a brief moment of concern that whoever she had been hiding from had found her, but when he pushed the screen door open and saw her standing among broken glass, he felt relief.

"What happened?" he asked. She snapped her head to look at him, and he could tell she was reliving some kind of memory. It was in her eyes.

"It fell," she said hoarsely.

"It was old," he reasoned. "I'm sorry." He cursed himself for not remembering to change it out sooner.

"It's okay. I'm okay," she assured him, clearing her throat. "I'm just...stuck." The irony of this was not lost on her for Luke himself had been stuck not that long ago when he'd thrown out his back, and now here she was.

She was in bare feet Luke realized. He also just realized she was in her underwear. He felt his face get a little hot as he looked everywhere else but at her legs, which were, in his mind, sexy as hell. How was it that they kept catching each other half naked?

"You want help?" he asked, hating that his voice suddenly sounded weird.

"If you don't mind," she answered. He stepped gingerly across the broken glass until he was in front of her.

"Front or back?" he inquired.

"Back is fine."

He turned and crouched so she could climb on, and he did his best to think about chess with Gil instead of the fact he was holding onto Emily's bare legs as he walked her to a spot that did not have glass on it. He did notice scars on her legs just before her knees, and wondered where they came from but didn't ask. Once safe, she slid off of him and went to put her pants back on when she discovered she had glass in her legs.

"Shit," she said.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm hit," she sighed. "Bloody hell."

Luke finally noticed the bits of glass sticking in her lower legs. She sat on the kitchen chair and tried to breathe. She was not good with this kind of stuff when it was happening to her. When it was happening to others, she could handle it better.

"What?" he asked, seeing her expression.

"I can't," she answered, gesturing at her legs. He knew what she meant.

"It's all right," he said. "I can." He asked for tweezers, and she told him where to find them. He came back with them, a garbage pail, and some paper towel to soak the blood up.

"Just relax," he instructed. He was sounding like her, he realized. At least he wasn't sitting on her back. No...nope...can't go there. He forced is mind back and got to work.

She hissed when he pulled out the first piece and dropped it into the garbage. She did her best not to make another sound as he pulled them all out. Some were in deeper than others, which was surprising, but glass did fly when it shattered, after all.

"Okay," he said after a bit. "I think that's all. I'm just going to check, okay?"

"All right."

"Don't take this the wrong way," he said, sounding like her again. She gave a grim smile and nodded. He ran his hands gently up her left leg, checking for glass. After finding nothing, he did the right leg. He paused at her knee, getting lost in a thought, until she cleared her throat.

"You're good," he said, letting go like he had been burned.

"Thank you," she told him. He stood and went to sweep up the mess to get him focused on something else.

Emily was shaking inside. The sound of glass breaking brought back all the times she had ducked shot glasses or been slammed into a mirror or when a window was broken next to her head. She was getting tired of meaningless things throwing her back into painful memories. The other reason she was shaking, though, was from Luke's touch. Whether he knew it or not, it had made her feel something she hadn't thought she'd ever feel again. It surprised the hell out of her.

"I'll get this replaced," Luke said when the mess was cleaned up.

"Thank you," Emily replied. She had draped her pants over the tops of her legs at this point, realizing how uncomfortable she was probably making him. It was also to hide the scars.

"Yup," he said, not knowing what else to say. There was no other reason for him to stay, but his feet were glued to the floor.

"I'm really okay," she said, thinking this was the problem, that he was concerned about her.

"Right. Yea," he nodded. "I'll just leave you to it then. I'll replace that...later." He felt like an idiot as he walked out.

The image of those scars stayed with him for the rest of the day, however. So did the knowledge of how her skin felt under his hands.

...

Emily had called Gary from the diner phone to tell him she couldn't make it. She had been too rattled about everything that she knew she wouldn't be very good company. He had understood, but he had sounded disappointed. He said they would try again, but Emily wasn't so sure now. She was thinking about someone else for some strange reason.

"Whoa," Nathan said as he came into the room, looking at the empty spot on the ceiling where the chandelier had been. "What happened?"

"It apparently did not want to hang there anymore," Emily answered with a sigh. They didn't really eat in the dining room area anyway, which was majorly due to the fact there was no table in there. They mostly sat at the counter and ate, or they ate in the diner. It wasn't a big loss.

"You okay?"

Emily looked at Nathan, who was giving her a careful sort of look in return. She hated that he knew some of the things that had happened to her. She had tried to keep him safe and away from it, but over time, it was impossible. He'd gotten hurt as well.

"I am," she nodded. "Don't worry about me. You better get some sleep."

"Yes, ma'am," Nathan bobbed his head. She gave a half smile as he went to get ready for bed.

Her mind was too busy thinking about Luke's hands on her legs.

...

Emily noticed Luke was avoiding her the next day. She wondered what that meant. Had she embarrassed him? Well, if anyone was to be embarrassed, it would be her. She had been the one half naked after all. Had she made him that uncomfortable around her? This would not do. They worked together a lot after all. There couldn't be any weirdness between them, even if she herself was having some thoughts now she hadn't had before about him. She could stop them. She would stop them. This was Luke they were talking about here, the guy who bickered with her over the placement of salt and pepper shakers on the tables. She had to fix it with him before it got out of control. She eventually cornered him when he was playing chess with Gil.

"Check," Luke said. Gil sighed exaggeratedly and rubbed his head with his hand, thinking.

"I want to go with you today," Emily said boldly. Luke turned to look at her.

"Go with me where?" he asked.

"To wherever it is that you go to get supplies," she answered. He raised a brow at her.

"Check mate," Gil replied.

"What?!" Luke exclaimed, looking back at the board. "No, no, no. That was not there a moment ago." He pointed to the piece Gil had moved.

"Yes it was," Gil said defensively.

"You moved it," Luke accused.

"Are you saying I'm a cheater?"

"In this game, yea."

"Accusing an old man of cheating. What has this world come to?" Gil asked.

"Age doesn't excuse you of behavior," Luke retorted.

Emily waited patiently as they bickered. She was not letting this go.

"Do I need to look at the security tape?" Luke demanded, gesturing with his thumb. "Cos I will."

"All right, all right!" Gil cried, exasperated. "I moved it."

"Put it back," Luke ordered. Gil did so, sighing heavily the entire time. He turned to see Emily still standing there, and he jumped a little. He had assumed she would have left during the bicker fest.

"I'll meet you at your truck when you go," she said.

Luke had no idea why she was insisting on this. He hesitated because it would mean being alone with her, and he didn't know if that was a good idea right now. He was still trying to sort out whatever the hell was wrong with him when it came to her.

"Fine," he agreed. "Three sharp."

"You got it."

Emily walked away triumphant. She was going to make things less awkward between them. She had to. He was the first person in a long time who recognized she was carrying a burden all by herself. If she was going to tell anyone what had happened to her, and that was a big if, it would be him.

...

Luke looked up from his chess game when Gary came in. He bristled a little inside as Gary leaned on the counter to talk to her. He wasn't even sure why this was bothering him. Well, that was a lie. He did know. He was finding himself attracted to Emily and didn't want her to date anyone else. He was being stupid he knew. Ever since the day before, he couldn't stop thinking about her. It was driving him nuts, and he needed to knock it off.

"Taking lunch," Emily called to Lucy, who replied from somewhere in the back with a "go ahead."

Luke watched her walk out with Gary. He wondered where they were going.

"Earth to Lucas," Gil said, smacking his hand on the counter and making Luke jump a mile.

"Don't call me that," he replied tersely.

"Where did you go?" Gil asked.

"Nowhere."

"Right, and I'm blind."

"Did you make your move? Now that you're not cheating?" Luke asked, eyebrow raised.

"You like her," Gil said, pointing his finger at Luke.

"Who?"

"Emily."

"No," Luke said sharply.

"Oohh I hit a nerve. That means I'm right."

"It does not."

"I think you two would make a lovely couple, so I don't know what you're fussing about," Gil commented, leaning back on his stool.

"I do not like her that way," Luke insisted. He moved his piece. "Check mate."

"Oh, that's not nice at all," Gil said as Luke started putting the pieces away. He finished and headed out for some air, making up a plate to eat first.

Emily looked up as Luke came towards them. She had been sitting and talking with Gary at the picnic table just off to the side of the diner.

"Hey," Gary said. "How are you?"

"Just fine, thanks," Luke answered. He sat down right beside Emily, close enough that their arms were almost touching. She blinked at him, but he ignored her. Gary shifted in his seat a little uncomfortably.

"What are you doing?" Emily asked Luke. He looked at her finally.

"Eating," he answered.

"Ah huh. I can feel the spray coming off of you. Is there a reason you're practically sitting in my lap?" Emily asked. As Luke swallowed his food, she couldn't help but notice a redness in his cheeks start to bloom. What in the heck was that about?

"Sorry," he said, moving over an inch.

"I should get back anyway," Gary said to Emily, making her look at him. "This was really nice."

"It was," Emily agreed. Luke waved his fork at Gary.

"I concur," he said. "Take care, Gary."

Gary came around to give Emily a quick kiss on the cheek before walking quickly to his truck. She could hear him getting paged for a fire call right before his door shut behind him. She was surprised at the kiss, but she had an idea that it was for Luke's benefit.

"What the hell was that?" Emily asked Luke when they were finally alone.

"What was what?"

"Don't play stupid with me," Emily shook her head. "You intentionally came out here to break this up."

"Break what up? His lunch ended, and he left. I had nothing to do with that."

"You made him incredibly uncomfortable."

"He'll get over it."

"Luke," Emily said impatiently.

"Emily," he said right back in the same tone. They stared at each other until she broke eye contact.

"You're unbelievable," she huffed, getting up.

"It is a free country," Luke insisted. "I can eat where I want."

She was beginning to realize she had been right. Luke was disappointed she was hanging out with Gary, and it was because he was interested in her. The negative part of her told her she was nuts, that she was imagining things.

"See you at three," he commented. She remembered the plan then.

"Right," she nodded. It was best to pretend she didn't even think about Luke being interested in her because then she wouldn't have to feel like a fool when she was wrong.

...

"Ugh," Emily said, wrinkling her nose at all the smells. The fish one was particularly getting to her.

"You wanted to be here," Luke pointed out.

"I know."

He did his rounds. She watched in the background as he made his deals with different vendors. The ride there had been quiet. Emily was trying to make things better, not worse, but it seemed she was doing the latter by coming along with him.

"That about does it," Luke said after he finished.

"So what now?"

"I load up, and we head back."

"Okay."

She watched him for a moment as he lifted crates into the back of his truck. She decided to help. She barely contained her laughter at the sight of Luke's face when she picked up a crate by herself and put it on the tailgate, pushing it to the back.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said quickly.

"I used to box," she offered. That was it. Nothing else. Luke stood there staring at her as she put the next crate on the truck. It was true. She took up boxing as a way of releasing her anger and pent up rage at Roger. It had made her upper body strong. It had allowed her to fight back when needed but only to a certain extent. She never wanted Roger to know she was preparing herself.

Luke was blown away. He had not expected her to say she boxed. After all, that was another thing they had in common. He had boxed a lot until he won the fight he was supposed to lose, which had cost him everything. He hadn't boxed since.

"Girls do box," she laughed, seeing his face still staring at her.

"I know," he said, finally snapping out of it. "I just didn't expect you to have done it."

"No one ever does," she replied. "And I like it that way." Luke put the last crate on and closed the tailgate. She dusted off her hands and looked at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You're weird around me now," she commented. He stiffened in surprise. Was he? The image of her from the day before floated into his mind. Yea, he was.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," she went on. "I mean, you kind of did just show up, but I could have taken the glass out of my own legs."

"It's fine," he said quickly, stopping her.

"Is it? Cos you still won't look at me properly," she pointed out. He swallowed his groan of annoyance before looking her in the eyes. There it was again, that twinge. This was why he didn't look her in the eyes anymore. It was doing things to him that he couldn't understand and didn't want to happen. At least, he thought he didn't want it to happen.

"Happiness for you?" he asked, echoing Mei's favorite phrase.

"What?" she laughed.

"Something Mei says to me quite often," Luke shrugged.

"I see. Then yes, happiness for me," she smiled. He couldn't help it. He smiled back.

"You had to come with me here to have this conversation?" he asked.

"Well, no Lucy for starters," she said. "And I really did want to see where it all came from."

"Right," he nodded. She got into the passenger side then, and he climbed into the driver's side.

"Are we good?" she asked before he started the engine. He looked at her, knowing he was having feelings for her. There was no other way to describe it. He wasn't going to say or do anything about it, though. He couldn't.

"We're good," he agreed. She smiled, and he started his loud engine.

Mission accomplished.

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