A/N: This story gives me so many feelings lol. I hope you enjoy :) I have a busy weekend ahead so I decided to post this now. Thank you to everyone who has reached out to me about attempting this crossover. Your kindness is truly appreciated. Happy Weekend Xo

Chapter 2: Blurry Lines

Michonne was in the middle of drying off from her shower when she heard dispatch come over the radio. She instantly recognized the call number and her stomach churned with anxiety. There was an accident involving Rick's vehicle and an ambulance had been dispatched to the scene. Within minutes she was dressed and out the door not bothering to even dry her hair.

Ben Taub hospital was about a twenty minute drive from her house and she flipped through her personal cell trying to locate Catherine's phone number. She couldn't find it and wasn't certain if her nerves were responsible or if she truly didn't have his mother's contact information. For the life of her she couldn't remember and decided to focus on what she did have control over.

The first person she contacted was their Sergeant who would know for certain if Rick had been injured. There was no answer so she tried two other numbers she knew by memory with no luck. Frustration set in which left her with no other choice but to use her lights. She needed to get to Rick fast and because she had no idea what his status was she was doing whatever necessary to get to him.

He was all that mattered.

Now that her lights were on and blaring, traffic immediately yielded and she flew down the highway headed towards the medical center exit. She made it to the hospital in record time and double parked her squad car without giving it a second thought. No one questioned her presence until she

reached the nurses stations. Unfortunately she didn't recognized the nurse on duty and payed close attention to her name tag. The woman quickly stood and walked over to Michonne who extended her hand.

"Good Morning, Ma'am. Officer Rick Grimes was brought here by ambulance maybe half an hour ago. Please take me to him."

The nurse stepped away looking inside a nearby chart and closed it within minutes. She did exactly as instructed and led Michonne to a room just around the hall. People were everywhere but no other officers were anywhere in sight. That only meant one thing...whoever was responsible for the accident injuring Rick was still out there.

When Michonne entered room 5-B the first thing she saw was Rick laying on the bed. His head was heavily bandaged and her eyes traveled to the machine hooked up to his arm. His blood pressure was high no doubt from the shock but everything else looked stable. The nurse who led Michonne in checked his vitals and wrote something on the white board behind them.

Her feet grew heavy as she stepped closer to Rick's body. He was in a blue checkered gown and his eyes were closed. There was a small bandage near his wrist and several bruises down his arm. He certainly didn't look the best but she knew things could've been much, much worse.

"His vitals are stable- he's been in and out of consciousness since they brought him in. Just press this button if you need anything."

The nurse touched Michonne's arm as she exited and the second they were left alone she slowly sat down in the empty chair next to him. She stared at his unshaven face and smiled at the conversation they just had not even two hours ago. Her smile suddenly turned into tears she couldn't hold in any longer. As they streamed down her face she gently placed her hand on Rick's arm and rested her head on the edge of the bed.

It felt good to cry and it wasn't long for her tears to become a full blown sob. She was purposely quiet, trying not to disturb her closest friend. The only sound in the room was the loud beeping machine and when she was done letting out her emotions, she wiped her cheeks with part of his sheet hanging off the bed.

"You can't ever leave me," she whispered into the air, taking his hand into hers.

It was calloused and rough and yet she found everything about its touch beautiful.

Michonne squeezed it gently and stared at his chiseled face for a long time. Memories of Rick flirting with her entered her mind and she hated the fact her fears wouldn't allow her to love him the way she wanted. He was truly her best friend and if they didn't work out romantically she couldn't bare the thought of not having him in her life.

She felt broken having these feelings. She knew Rick was an eligible bachelor and any sane woman would want him. Yet she purposely kept him at arms length too afraid to allow her heart to be happy. Her heart is what got her transferred to Houston to begin with. Thoughts of her past surfaced and swirled around in her mind for some time until her own head felt as if it was in need of a bandage.

The door to the room soon opened and a petite Asian doctor entered carrying a chart in her hand.

"Are you Mrs. Grimes?" The woman politely asked, offering her hand to Michonne.

"No...she won't even date me," a deep voice answered.

Michonne's eyes widened at the response and her head snapped to the left looking at Rick. His eyes were still closed but that didn't mean he wasn't aware of exactly what was going on.

"Officer Grimes...it's good to hear you talking," the doctor shared, focusing her attention on Rick. "Can you open your eyes for me?"

Michonne embarrassedly stood and stepped aside watching the doctor hover over his body. She could see his eyes open and listened to the questions the doctor began asking. From what she learned, the brightness in the room bothered him and whatever drugs they seemed to be giving him were working. He could recall most of the events leading up to the car accident but didn't go into too much detail. The last thing he mentioned was wanting to be discharged as quickly as humanly possible.

"I'm waiting on your test results, Officer. Until then, you need to get comfortable here. Im not discharging you anytime soon, unfortunately. Head injures should be taken seriously."

Rick closed his eyes and didn't respond to any of the doctors words. He seemed cold and Michonne didn't know what to make of his state of mind. The doctor turned her attention to her and gave her a few instructions before leaving.

"Are you staying here with him?"

Michonne nodded her head yes and the woman continued.

"We're monitoring him closely. If anything seems out of the ordinary while your with him, don't hesitate to tell the nurse on duty. Anything- slurred speech, moodiness, nauseous, etc. most symptoms will be normal but I still want to know what they are and when they happen."

Once her instructions were understood, she smiled and left them alone again.

Michonne closed the blinds in the room and hoped the darkness helped. Rick remained silent and she walked slowly back to the seat next to him, almost tiptoeing into place. Although she had never been in this type of situation, she did know him well and couldn't help but wonder how much of his pride was taking a hit being here.

They remained silent for sometime and Michonne didn't touch him anymore now that she knew he was awake. She tried not to think about the fact he more than likely heard exactly what she said earlier. And she also tried not think about her sobbing by the edge of his bed.

"Who called you?" Rick suddenly asked, interrupting her train of thought.

"No one," she quickly relied. "I heard the radio from dispatch." She spoke softly and tried her best to keep her tone in check.

More silence took hold and Michonne folded her arms in front of her chest. She was dressed in civilian clothes and left her home in such a rush she was lucky to have put on anything at all.

"I don't do well in hospitals. I need to get out of here."

Something in his voice made her heart clinch and she sat up to look at his face. A single tear rolled from the corner of his eye and she couldn't keep her hands to herself any longer.

"Shh...try to sleep, Rick. The doctor will discharge you as soon as possible. You'll come home with me until you can take care of yourself. Everything will be okay."

"So this is what it took for you to finally let me sleep over."

Michonne smiled at his bad attempt to joke and squeezed the hand she was holding.

"You might be staying the night but the same rules apply...don't go getting any ideas."

She tried to joke back but her voice cracked and she once again tried keep herself from getting too emotional.

"Thank you for being here, Michie. I can always count on you."

Rick squeezed her hand back and just like - that her best friend returned.

"Of course. I'm not leaving your side."


The farm was as dreadful as Fitz remembered and it took every ounce of his patience not to pick a fight with Catherine over the upkeep of the land. The farm was left to his mother's family and she made it clear she would be buried first before she ever sold her family property. It was a bitch to maintain and now that his Dad was out of the picture that left both him and Rick in charge of making arrangements for its maintenance.

Fitz rose early to tend to the horses and had been cleaning their stalls for the past few hours. He was on his last stall when the phone rang near the fence. It amazed him how easy it was to fall back into rural living.

Not 48 hours ago he was working in one of the tallest buildings in downtown Houston for one of the most prestigious law firms in Texas. And now he was scraping up horse shit from the ground trying to understand why his mother wouldn't sell a place she was simply unable to maintain any longer.

Catherine was on the other end of the line letting him know Rick had been in a car accident while on duty. After the initial shock, he probed his mother for more details but she didn't have any answers. He was at Ben Taub hospital in Houston and was expected to be released soon. She could hear the relief in his mother's voice and knew if it had been more serious more than a phone call home would've been made.

When he closed the line he took a moment and decided it was time for a much needed break. The sun was relentless and he knew he needed to finish up before the heat of the afternoon took over. It was just past ten and despite the early hour, a cold beer was calling his name from the small fridge kept near the stables entrance.

Fitz sat underneath a tree and gulped half the beer down with two large swallows. The shade felt nice and he wiped the sweat off his face with the top portion of his shirt. His boots were falling apart but he would never buy new ones- they were his most comfortable shoes ever owned and he in no way would ever part from them.

He looked around the land and memories of him and Rick entered his mind. Growing up on a farm had its perks but the happy memories didn't last. The older he got the more responsibility his father put on his sons. He was never allowed to just be a boy or even a teenager. When it came to Harold Grimes there was no in between and that's what Fitz had the most problem with.

After the last sip of beer was swallowed he stood to recycle the bottle when a black Jetta turned into their property grabbing his attention. Catherine told him Olivia wasn't coming back until tomorrow and he wondered why she was here on her day off.

He made his way back inside the stables and watched from the around the corner as Olivia parked her car in the driveway. It felt odd watching someone in this manner but he couldn't help himself. She was quite beautiful and truth be told, unlike any woman he had ever met. She exited her vehicle quickly and walked to the front door carrying something in her hand.

After she disappeared inside, Fitz felt foolish for watching and went back to the last stall to finish. The cold beer was exactly what he needed and it wasn't long before he quickly found his groove again. Half an hour later he was completely done and relief set in. He couldn't wait to shower and get out of these clothes.

On his way back, Olivia appeared to be leaving and she waved at his presence the moment she saw him. She was the friendliest woman he'd seriously ever met and her presence brought such a smile to his face.

"Catherine said you wouldn't be coming by today," he began, taking his baseball cap off.

He knew his hair was in disarray and he tried to tame it some by running his fingers through it a few times.

"I just dropped something by. How long are you in town for?"

She was now leaning against her car and holding one hand up to keep the sun out of her face. She wore a short black fitted dress which looked like a familiar uniform he'd seen before but couldn't place.

"I'm not sure. I may need to return home sooner than I expected."

He was worried about his brother and wasn't certain if Catherine wanted to travel down to see him. If she did, he would take her back home with him.

"I'm glad your here. The company is good for your mom."

Olivia smiled and waved goodbye, taking her place behind the steering wheel. Fitz felt a pang of sadness watching her leave and without thinking he found himself walking straight towards her door. He watched as she rolled the window down out of politeness looking at him inquisitively.

Embarrassment set in and he once again grew tongue tied in front of this beauty, unable to formulate any kind of words.

"Everything okay?" Olivia ended up asking, breaking the awkward silence between them.

"I'm sorry- yes. I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner tonight. I appreciate all you're doing for my mother. It's the least I can do to repay you."

He regretted using the word "repay" the moment it was spoken and could see from the look on Olivia's face dinner wasn't something she was interested in.

"I'm just doing my job, Fitz. But I appreciate the offer. I'll be by tomorrowto check on Catherine. See you then."

Fitz nodded and swallowed several times unsure of what else to say. Of course she was just doing her job...why he would mention that as a reason to take her to dinner was beyond ridiculous. It was as if couldn't concentrate around Olivia and that frustrated him more than anything.

Much to his regret her Jetta backed out of the driveway and he watched as it headed towards the main road. A sadness he wasn't expecting to feel took over and without warning his mother began speaking from the front door, taking him by surprise.

"She likes you. This is the first time she's ever come by on her day off."

Fitz rolled his eyes and placed his hat back on coming inside the house. He headed straight upstairs to shower and replied to his mother over his shoulder.

"Yeah- I can tell. She was in a real hurry to have dinner with me. That's probably why she turned me down."

His tone was overly sarcastic yet his mother didn't miss a beat in her reply.

"She turned you down because your invitation was crap, Son. No wonder you're still single."


Olivia tried her best to get Fitzgerald Grant out of her mind. It was bad enough she made a special trip out of her way back to the Grimes farm on her day off. She felt glaringly obvious about her visit and actually got exactly what she wanted - face to face time with Fitz.

He was strikingly handsome and unlike any of the other men in Grapevine. Having dinner with him would've been perfect but she didn't want it to be because of his mother. His invitation felt like an obligation and that was the last thing she wanted.

Olivia was halfway down highway 121 when her cell phone vibrated indicating she had a text message. She pressed a button on her steering wheel and the message displayed on her dash indicating the area code. It was from out of town so she signaled, pulling over at a gas station so she could properly read the message.

This is Fitz Grant. Please reconsider having dinner with me.

She re-read the message a few times and decided to respond with one word. If he mentioned his mother again- it would be a definite no. She just couldn't get the word "repay" out of her mind. Without thinking further she typed her response and waited.

Why?

The gas station was deserted and she had to wave her hand at the attendant who came out to check on her. Much to her surprise, Fitz replied almost instantly and she stared at his words over and over again.

Because I think you're incredibly beautiful and I want to see you again.

Olivia stared at her phone and placed her head inside the palm of her hands. Deep down this WAS exactly the response she wanted but now that it actually happened second thoughts quickly entered her mind. This was her boss's son - and the blurry lines were beginning to make her head spin.

Why did she have to meet him under these circumstances?

Several minutes passed before Olivia finally placed her phone in the console shifting her car back into gear. She needed to tell him no but couldn't through a text message- it needed to be in person. The more she thought things out in her head, the more it made sense. She would see him tomorrow and explain why she couldn't date him. Her decision was final and she began to feel a peace inside.

This was for the best.


Boondoggles Restaurant and Pub was a small but popular eating establishment between Grapevine and Fort Worth. It was Olivia's first job out of college and she worked for the family who owned the restaurant for nearly eight years. She started waitressing in need of extra money and eventually transitioned to a manager who worked a few shifts whenever the owner asked for her assistance.

Olivia walked into the back entrance of the restaurant which connected to the kitchen and came smack dab into an argument between their head chef and lead waiter. She was nearly tempted to walk right back out when the chef, Hanson, called for her assistance.

"Doc...please explain to her this is what a "rare" steak looks like. The ticket says rare- which means you will see blood on the plate."

"Blood on the plate! Before the steak is cut? Are you serious? I can't work like this. Control him. Now."

The lead waiter, Derrick, was fuming and didn't wait around for an answer. He left the plate in the kitchen and Hanson looked at Olivia waiting for her to solve the problem.

"No blood on the plate. Redo it," she ordered, bypassing the kitchen staff and heading towards the front of the restaurant. "And stop calling me Doc!" She called over her shoulder to the chef behind her.

He responded something smart ass which she couldn't hear and by the time she reached the front she put Hanson completely out of her mind. They were busy, as they usually were during lunch and she knew this was going to be a very long day for her. She headed straight for the bar where the owner was standing and got a run down before leaving her in charge.

"Thanks for coming in on such short notice, Doc."

Olivia hated the nickname given to her by the staff. She was working her way through medical school and not an actual doctor yet but it didn't seem to matter to anyone at the restaurant. It was a name she couldn't shake no matter what she tried and when it came to the owner- that was one person she wouldn't correct when calling her that.

"No problem; glad to help."

Her reply was honest and she wasted little time moving on about the restaurant doing what needed to be done. To her surprise, the later the day progressed, the busier they got and the distraction was exactly what she needed.

For the next several hours she didn't think about Fitzgerald or the fact he texted her she was beautiful. She simply kept people happy and solved minor issues along the way. The restaurant mainly ran itself and being there, even if it was on her day off, kept her mind occupied.

The lunch rush eventually turned into the dinner crowd and it was nearly 8:00in the evening when she spotted Fitz sitting at the bar. It took her a moment to realize it was actually him sitting there and she hid behind the kitchen door peering through the side trying to get a closer glimpse.

Did he know she worked there? Or was his presence just a coincidence?

Olivia hid behind the door for a few moments watching him from afar. He was drinking a beer and chatting with the bartender. He looked good, seemed freshly shaven and the sight of him flared up her alto ego- the one that made her want to say fuck the world and all her responsibilities. She couldn't hear their conversation but his facial expression spoke volumes. His face was serious yet charming and she couldn't figure out how anyone could look so good without even trying.

"Hey, Doc- who are you hiding from?" Hanson barked startling Olivia. She jumped into the air and turned highly agitated with her loud mouth chef.

"You burned table 7's entree and I had to comp their meal."

Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms in front of her. His face fell at her words doing exactly as she hoped- taking the attention off her. Soon he began to rant and rave about the kitchen complaining about the new stove purchased by the owners last week. Apparently, it was the devil and cursing all of his entrees.

Pleased with the diversion, she returned to the door and had to make a decision. Fitz was still there but this time the bartender was bent over listening to whatever he was saying. Both of them seemed to be in a deep discussion - and Olivia didn't like it. The bartenders tits were huge and practically in Fitz's face and out of nowhere a jealousy surfaced.

A jealousy she simply couldn't explain.

Within minutes, she was behind the bar, helping the couple next to Fitz. He noticed her immediately and she smiled, nodding a hello in his direction. He wore the same grungy Rice University baseball cap as this morning and the moment they made eye contact, his discussion with the bartender ceased.

"Beth, can you cover section three for me? The boys are getting a bit rowdy. I'll cover for you here."

Elizabeth nodded and looked at Fitz for a brief moment before finally leaving them alone.

"Sure, Doc. Here are the open tabs."

Olivia looked in the direction to where Beth pointed and thanked her for helping out. When she returned her attention to Fitz he was snacking on some roasted peanuts and they both waited to see who was going to break the silence first.

"Doc?" Fitz eventually asked, popping another peanut in his mouth.

Olivia blushed and nodded, rolling her eyes.

"It's a nickname. Don't ask."

"Catherine told me you're putting yourself through med school," he responded smiling. "You don't seem like a Doc to me. You look more like a Livvie."

Hearing him say Livvie sent butterflies in her stomach and she suddenly felt the urge to ask him if he knew she worked part time at the restaurant.

"My parents call me Livvie," she responded, chickening out.

Her other alter ego stepped in and she suddenly envisioned miniature good and evil versions of herself sitting on either shoulder trying to persuade her to say certain things. Things like telling him he had the most beautiful blue eyes she'd ever seen. Or that watching him talk to Beth the bartender made her green with envy.

"I need to apologize for this morning, Livvie." She deep down wondered if he purposely used this name when addressing her but kept her face even, listening to his every word.

"I shouldn't have put you in that type of position. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable in any way. Catherine has made it clear you've been really good to her and I honestly did want to thank you-"

"So, you don't think I'm beautiful?" She asked, cutting him off.

Fitz stopped mid sentence and seemed a bit taken off guard with her statement.

"I'm teasing, she continued, holding up her hand. "I tease. A lot." She tried to lighten the mood and had no idea if she was succeeding so she continued hoping to explain. "You don't owe me an explanation. What you asked was harmless but I hope you understand why I said no. Your mom is kinda my boss and I really enjoy caring for her."

She wasn't certain if this even made sense so she paused. Catherine hired her privately through a company that specialized in home health care. She needed this job - it was steady pay with flexible hours and Cathy was a dream patient. Thankfully, Fitz spoke up and spared her from having to explain any further.

"Of course, I completely understand. I'm just glad we could clear the air. And to answer your question, I do think you're beautiful. Very beautiful, actually."

Olivia gapped at his honestly and couldn't believe her ears. This was the most confident she had ever seen him and there were no words to explain how sexy she found him in this very moment. She watched him stand and her heart quickly sank at the realization he was planning to leave. She tried to think of something else to say but couldn't and found herself wishing him a good night.

"Me too...beers on me. Drive home safe."

Fitz placed his hands inside his jean pockets and stared at Olivia from across the bar. The longer they were around one another, the stronger their attraction became and before she had a chance to recant every single word spoken she excused herself and tended to some other customers sitting close by.

Minutes later Fitz disappeared and she felt as if she was able to breath again. It had been a long time since she felt this way about a man and the fact she was even having these feelings was a good thing. It meant she hadn't forgotten what it was like to be smitten with someone. And it honestly made her feel alive.

Beth was soon to return and she didn't hesitate in asking what she was talking to Fitz about.

"His brother was in a car accident this morning...he's leaving tomorrow with his mom so they can see him. It didn't sound too serious, thank God. I graduated with Rick and asked how he was doing when Fitz got here. Our families go way back."

Olivia's mouth went dry. She had been looking forward to seeing Fitz again and the fact he didn't mention this himself in her mind sent a serious message. Not only did he not mention his brothers accident but he didn't even mention his mother leaving. The worst began to enter her mind and she couldn't help but wonder if her turning him down would end up costing her a job.

She somehow was able to switch the subject and move Beth onto something else. The music was loud and she suddenly found herself unable to properly think. Eventually, she left the bar and made her way towards the back of the restaurant checking on a large party in their private room. She pushed all her fears aside and tried not to allow her thoughts to get too carried away. Her job hadn't contacted her about any change so that in itself had to be a good sign. As far as she knew Catherine was still her patient and that was honestly the most important thing to her.

Before long, her night was nearly over and closing time was quickly approaching. She knew most people from the bar would be ready to settle their tabs so Olivia returned to help Beth at the bar. Once the last customer was successfully out the door, the clean up crew came in and took over. She quickly huddled the staff up to discuss a few last minute items.

"I'm closing tonight boys, so you know what that means," Olivia called to the clean up crew on the main floor. "You have one hour."

Everyone quickly dispersed at her command and she began counting all the money from the main two registers. It was approaching 11:00 and she wanted to be on the road soon. It was a long drive back home and she wanted everyone moving at her set pace.

At precisely midnight all money was counted and inside the vault, the floors were clean and most of the staff were gone. She locked the doors to the main entrance and made her way back towards the kitchen where Hanson was still putting items away.

The chef was a lot of things and being a gentlemen just happened to be one of them. Whenever Olivia closed the restaurant, he always walked her out and it was mainly so she wasn't leaving alone at such a late hour. Tonight was no different as they both exited the back door together.

"Goodnight, Hanson," she called, bidding the chef farewell.

When he didn't reply she looked in his direction and saw his eyes glued across the parking lot. She followed his gaze and nearly froze in place when she caught sight of Fitz leaned against her car.

"Hi." His voice was soft and barely audible.

"Hi." She replied, still unable to move.

"You know him?" Hanson chimed in. He was standing next to Olivia and kept his eyes directly on Fitz.

"I do. I'm good." She turned to look at Hanson and truly appreciated his concern.

Hanson reluctantly left Olivia's side and even though she wanted to wave one last goodbye to the chef, she couldn't take her eyes off of Fitz. His presence was a complete surprise and the second their eyes met neither of them could look away.

"Why are you here?"

Fitz instantly broke eye contact and looked down clearly embarrassed by her question. Silence grew between them and Olivia began to walk closer towards her car.

"I honestly don't know. I did leave...but found myself back here."

Olivia remained quiet and the closer she grew towards him, the more their attraction between them came alive.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. My mom wants to visit my brother so she's coming back to Houston with me."

Olivia was relieved when she heard him explain what was going on.

"I hope Rick's okay...Beth told me he was in an accident."

Fitz finally returned her stare and Olivia could see the turmoil spread across his face.

"I spoke to him earlier. He'll be fine. I'm sorry for showing up like this considering we just met. I know it's late and you don't really know me."

He shifted uncomfortably from side to side and his nervousness made Olivia smile. The whole encounter between them felt genuine and the fact he was going to such lengths made her desire for him grow even stronger. He eventually cleared his throat before finally continuing.

"Dinner is off the table and I understand why. But you didn't mention anything about phone calls. Considering my mom will be with me for the next few days...you technically won't be working for her. I guess what I'm trying to ask is - would it be okay if I called you sometime?"

Olivia's heart began to race at the mention of his newest proposal and the entire predicament made her feel like she was in high school again. His sincerity was quite endearing and she couldn't stop grinning ear to ear. She reached for her keys in her purse, pressing a button to unlock her car. Fitz opened the drivers door and stepped aside so she could get in. After giving his question some thought, she simply couldn't find it in her heart to turn this request down.

"I would like that," she responded, slipping inside.

Occasional phone calls kept things simple she convinced herself, completely ignoring the no dating policy she swore to hours earlier. She turned on the ignition and waited hoping he would continue the conversation.

"Good. I'll give you a call soon." He closed her door and Olivia instantly rolled her window down.

"You waited all this time just to see if you could call me? Is that like a lawyer thing- making things more complicated than they should be?" She had to bring the obvious up and couldn't resist the teasing opportunity.

Fitz placed an arm on her door and grinned, looking her directly in the eyes.

"I waited because I wanted to see you again."

They stared at one another for some time and everything inside of her body screamed KISS ME! Neither of them moved and unfortunately the moment was lost when a car in the distance drove by. It was late at night and Fitz appeared to go into protect mode, his eyes darting up towards the moving vehicle.

"How about you call me tomorrow?" She asked, breaking the silence between them.

"Tomorrow, it is." Fitz confirmed, eventually standing up straight again while removing his arm from the door.

His smile goodbye was slightly crooked and Olivia couldn't help but find him so incredibly attractive. She watched as he took his own car keys out and turned to walk away. His car was parked nearby and his lights suddenly appeared shining brightly through the empty spaces of the parking lot. Olivia couldn't pinpoint what it was about him she found so appealing.

Not many men would go to such trouble and she found his approach truly sincere and different from anything she experienced before. It was too late to try and justify her thinking so she decided to just go with. After all, she doubted anything would ever come of this. It would more than likely just be a few phone calls.

Phone calls were harmless.