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Chapter 11: The Date

Sam groaned, exasperated, as he tripped over the back of Andy's heels again, effectively pulling them out of the flats she wore. He rearranged his hands, covering her eyes and said, "Andy, just because your eyes are covered doesn't mean you're supposed to stop walking!"

She groaned and tried to turn around, but found herself locked in place by his strong arms. She rolled her eyes—which was totally lost on him—and sighed. "Why don't you try and walk blindfolded up a mountain?"

Sam snorted. "We are definitely not on a mountain."

"Well, where are we then?"

Sam grinned, nudging her forward with his shoulder. "Not telling."

"Well, can you at least give me cues as to what's in front of me?"

"Nothing. It's just a straight path. I told you I'd tell you if there was something in the way."

Andy humphed. "Yeah, the last time you told me that, I tripped over a root and we both went flying. Thanks for this, by the way," she called sarcastically, holding her arm up so he could see the scratch by the light of the moon.

"You'll live."

She snorted. "You're my boyfriend now. Aren't you supposed to kiss it better or something?"

His heart stuck in his chest at her words. This is what he'd wanted, all along, but hearing the words coming from her stole his breath away. It crossed his mind that guys weren't supposed to act like this, but he couldn't help the way Andy made him feel about her. He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her head. "Sorry, babe," he whispered.

She leaned back into his chest and wrapped her hands around his forearms, relaxing against him. Surprisingly, it made it easier on the both of them, and after several moments of walking, she asked, probably for the seventh time since they'd left his truck, "Are we almost there yet?"

Sam chuckled. Sometimes she was like an impatient little kid. "Yes. Just a few more feet."

"That's what you said last time…"

"Well, I mean it this time."

She snorted but kept walking.

A moment later, Sam pulled her to a stop. "Okay. We're here, but I have to do something real quick, okay? Cover your eyes."

He reached down with one hand and guided her hands over her eyes. As he walked a few feet away to the light switch, he called over her shoulder, "Are your eyes still closed?"

Andy groaned and turned in the direction of his voice, showing him that her hands still covered her face. "Yes, Sam…"

He grinned to himself. "Good." He flipped the switch and nodded in satisfaction at the scene in front of them. Everything was still perfect. He walked back over to her, wanting to see the look in her eyes when she saw it. "Okay. Open."

She let her hands fall at her sides and blinked a little at the scene in front of her, adjusting to the light after being in the dark for so long. "Wow," she whispered softly, taking it all in. The little frozen-over pond surrounded by the woods was beautiful on any day, especially with the white picturesque gazebo on the little island in the middle, but it was even more breathtaking now, with white Christmas lights hanging from most of the trees surrounding the pond and lighting up the little gazebo in the middle. "It's beautiful, Sam." She turned to look at him. "Did you do this?"

He smiled at her softly. "Yeah. It took me most of the suspension to figure everything out, when I wasn't at Sarah's."

She slipped into his arms and stared up into his face. "It's beautiful." She leaned in to kiss him softly. "I love it."

She sighed softly. "I wish we could go skating, though."

"Why can't we?"

She pulled away from him just enough to give him a pointed glare. "Because I am not going ice skating in flats. And the last time you got near ice, you fell on your butt and insisted we go to the ER to make sure you didn't break it." She rolled her eyes at him.

He groaned. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"

Her eyes gleamed back at him. "Never," she said, grinning widely as she shook her head back and forth.

He led her over to the picnic bench at the side of the pond. "Well, what would you say if I told you I learned to skate while we were on suspension, too?"

She studied him dubiously. "I'd say I was impressed. That ice wasn't all that slippery."

He groaned. "Can we please forget about patrol last November?"

She rolled her eyes but agreed.

He reached behind him and produced a pair of ice skates that was setting in a box on the ground. He handed her the skates. "What would you say if a little birdie snuck in your house and stole your ice skates for me?"

"I'd say that little conniving birdie was a little smart birdie. Did Traci really take these from my house?"

He grinned at her and claimed her lips in a quick kiss. "The things your friends will do for you…"

She grinned at him, and then looked around, as if she suddenly realized he couldn't skate with her. "Sam, I don't want to—"

He grinned at her and produced a second pair. "Relax, McNally. I've been planning this for weeks. There's no way that you get to ice skate without me."

She grinned in relief and quickly began putting on her own skates, not waiting for him to catch up.

When she finished tying her skates, she pushed to her feet and turned to look at him. He was just finishing tying his own skates. "C'mon," she said with a huge grin, reaching for his hand.

As she stepped onto the ice, she looked at him pointedly. "You better not fall again."

He grinned at her, his eyes twinkling with mischievous promise. "If I do, I'm taking you with me."

Andy groaned. "That's what I was afraid of," she complained.

They skated around the pond several times, letting Sam get his bearings, and then, without warning, Andy freed her hand from his and pushed off the ice, picking up speed. "Bet you can't catch me!" she called over her shoulder, and Sam groaned. Of course she would challenge him to a race.

He pushed off the ice like she had done, picking up speed. Andy had been skating her whole life, and she'd had a head-start, but Sam had speed on his side. After several laps around the gazebo, he caught her, toppling them both to the ground.

Andy groaned, and he grinned down at her. "Gotcha," he said softly, leaning down the last few inches and capturing her lips in a kiss. Her lips parted with a soft moan, allowing him access, and he tasted her fully.

She jerked away with a start as a strong shiver tore through her body, and she looked up at him guiltily. He helped her sit up with a chuckle, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "C'mon. Let's get you warm."

They awkwardly managed to get to their feet, and they began skating toward the bench to retrieve their shoes. A few feet from the edge of the pond, Sam lost his balance and pulled Andy down with him again. As she crawled to her feet, she groaned and sent him a look. "I really need to teach you some technique."

Sam rolled his eyes, shoved her shoulder lightly, and grumbled "Yeah, yeah," under his breath.

After they changed back into their shoes and headed down the hill to his truck, Andy slipped into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. "Sam?"

"Hmm?" he asked, glancing over at her and adjusting the box under his arm.

"I love you."

He pressed a soft kiss to her brow. "Love you, too, babe."

A/N: And that's it! Please review one last time!