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Andy wasn't sure that she liked that her furniture was relegated to the spare bedroom and the den – two spaces that hardly saw any use. She'd loved her apartment and the pieces that she'd painstakingly chosen in soft blues and beiges were exactly to her taste. Luke's taste was...well, Luke's taste was just different than hers.
Her stuff and his stuff weren't cohabiting peacefully…they weren't mingling - there was no overlap. There was his stuff and then there was hers. When two people choose to move in together, that implied togetherness – a blending of lives.
Technically, it was his house. His name was on the mortgage, not hers…but did that mean that her stuff was less valid than his. Did that make her wants any less valid than his? She knew that living together would be a big adjustment, but she never realized how big. And, it wasn't just her furniture. It was Andy, herself.
Her flight response was kicking into overdrive, but there was nowhere to run to. When she and Luke had their own places, it was tough enough to stick out the whole night without escaping to her apartment. Now that was gone…where was she going to go? And she definitely couldn't take Luke's car in order to run away for some much-needed space.
She could call Traci, but it wasn't like Traci should have to wake Leo up to put him in the car just so that she could pick Andy up. Andy didn't feel comfortable calling Dov or Chris – not that she didn't trust them both, but they just didn't have that kind of relationship. And she definitely couldn't call her dad to pick her up. Who knew if he was even sober? She knew exactly who she wanted to call, but was struggling against it.
Sam.
He had just left here 6 hours ago after helping her move. He had offered up his truck – his precious baby, in order to move her in with Luke. Sure, they were friends, but there was much more to their relationship than that just swimming beneath the surface, although neither of them was prepared to blatantly acknowledge it.
Now here it was, midnight, her first night in Luke's house (she couldn't stop thinking about it as Luke's house rather than their house), sitting on the edge of Luke's bed with her cell phone in her hand, when she should be curled up next to the man she was supposedly spending the rest of her life with. In reality, she was struggling not to make the call that would change the course of her relationship with both men.
Taking care not to wake Luke, although that man could sleep through anything it seemed, Andy made her way down to the kitchen. Pouring herself a glass of water, she stared at the phone in her hand contemplating the consequences of one phone call. She scrolled through her contacts…Sam…her thumb hovering over the call button…press…ring…ring…
"Swarek, here," was the abrupt answer from the other end of the phone.
"Sam? It's me." He knew that already – her name and number showed on his call display.
"McNally? What's up? Shouldn't you be all curled up with Callaghan right about now? Trouble in paradise?" Sarcasm = Defence Mechanism = Self-Preservation.
"I couldn't sleep. Did I wake you?" She felt better just hearing his voice, even if it was sarcastic teasing.
"I was up – just watching TV"…silence…"Andy, are you going to tell me what you're calling for or do I have to guess?" Sam's sarcasm wasn't enough to cover the concern in his voice.
"…I think I made a mistake," Andy tentatively responded.
"Hold tight, I'll be there in 20. Oh, and Andy…watch for me. A confrontation with Callaghan isn't really high on my to-do list tonight."