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Chapter 9

The car journey home had consisted on non stop laughter from the moment they had left the bowling alley parking lot to when they pulled up in Phil and Amy's driveway. Most of the laughter was direct at Jeff who was too drunk to care. Before the car had come to a complete stop, Jeff had decided he was going to get out and had opened the door, only to fall out when Amy hit the brakes sharply.

"Looks like we lost Jeff," Phil said, laughing.

"Oh shit," Maria cried out, "Jeff? Are you okay?"

"I'm down," Jeff whined and then burst out laughing.

Amy jumped out of the car and rushed to Jeff's side, "Oh my god, Jeff. Are you okay?"

The green eyed man looked up at her, "I'm good." He gave her a thumps up to prove his point.

"Do you need a hand getting up?"

"Nah, I think I can manage." He started to get up from the floor but lost his balance half way up. On insist he grabbed hold of Amy pulling her on top of him.

By this time, Phil and Maria were also out of the car so when Amy looked up from her new position on the floor she found her "husband" standing there with his hands on his hips looking less than amused. "Don't just stand there, help me up."

"I don't know if I should," Phil replied, his expression softening slightly, "Jeff, dude, the only guy who gropes my wife is me. I'd appreciate you keeping your hands to yourself."

Amy rolled her eyes, "He wasn't groping me, you idiot."

Jeff smiled widely, "Well, actually I was trying to."

"Jeffrey Nero Hardy! You better be joking," the redhead complained in mock anger.

"Don't worry darling, I only have eyes for you."

"That's okay then."

After deciding that Phil clearly wasn't going to help her up off the floor, the raven haired woman got herself up and dusted down the jeans she was wearing, "Thanks for the help, babe."

"You're welcome," Phil replied, not missing a beat.

Amy huffed, "I was being sarcastic seeing as you didn't do a damn thing."

Phil nodded, "Yeah, I did actually notice that but you know how much I love sarcasm."

Maria seemed to sense that things were starting to get a little bit tense, "I think we should get home now, Jeffers. You've had enough excitement for one night." She turned her attention to Amy, "Thanks for coming and even though you kicked our asses at bowling I had a great time."

"We gotta do it again sometime," Phil added.

Amy gave Maria a thin smile but said nothing. Up until Phil had kissed her in the bowling alley, she was having a good time but since then, things had seemingly gone downhill for her.

Jeff finally got up from the floor, "Goodnight," he yelled out as he started to stagger down the driveway.

Maria rolled her eyes, "Thanks for waiting for me, Jeff." She followed her boyfriend, catching up with him quickly. "Goodnight, guys."

"Night," Phil replied before he started to make his way towards his own house.

Amy turned around and pressed the lock button on her control pad. The car blinkers flashed as the alarm was engaged. "Bye," she called out to her neighbours before she headed up to the front door where Phil was waiting for her. She put the key in the door and turned it. She'd barely got the door open when Phil pushed past her. "Rude, much," she muttered as she stepped inside.

"Bite me," Phil muttered in reply.

Amy closed the door behind her, locked it and then placed her hands on her hips, "Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf all of a sudden? I know you heard me."

"You're right, I did. I was hoping I'd heard wrong. What did I do now?"

Phil rolled his eyes dramatically, "It's what you didn't do."

"I don't understand."

"Out there with Jeff."

Amy was perplexed. She had no idea what had suddenly made Phil so hot at her, "Am I supposed to know what that means because I'm having a little trouble. Don't tell me you're jealous because Jeff pulled me on top of him?"

The dark haired man shook his head in disgust, "How the hell are you a protection officer? You're fucking clueless."

"And you're asking for a slap," Amy shot back instantly.

"That's real professional, Amy. Real professional."

"Fuck off," the raven haired woman muttered under her breath, just loud enough so Phil would hear her. He was right; she was acting very unprofessional at this moment in time. Somehow, after only knowing her a few days he had already figured out how to push her buttons.

"I'd gladly fuck off but I don't think your boss would like that very much seeing as you're supposed to be protecting me but then again maybe I should just disappear ..." a smirk formed on his face as he trailed off.

"Don't even think about it unless you want to die. Do I have to remind you that the people who are after you aren't playing?"

Phil rolled his eyes, "I wouldn't be here in the first place if I thought that. I don't know why I'm even bothering talking to you right now. I'm going to bed."

"Fine by me," Amy replied as she stormed off into the kitchen. Once in the safety of the new room, the protection officer sighed heavily. Why the hell was he being such a difficult jerk? If she didn't know any better, Amy could have sworn that he was jealous. She shook her head, that couldn't be right. Deciding that she needed to talk to her best friend, Amy took out her cell phone and selected Randy's cell phone number from her phone book. There was a very slim chance that he would be sleeping but it was doubtful so Amy decided to risk it.

She was relieved when it was answered after only three rings. Her relief was short lived when she realised that is wasn't Randy who answered his phone."

"Hello?" a female voice said.

"..."

"Ames? Is that you?"

"Yeah, Mickie, it's me."