Disclaimer: I do not own Burn Notice or it's charactors
It had been about a week since Jesse had seen his new neighbor and he was anxious to know here name. How could he forgotten to get her name that day at the door? And now he was so busy with work that he didn't even see her.
He sighed, rubbing his hand on his check as he thought about how tired he was. He had been pulling some crazy hours with work recently so he had no idea of her comings and goings from the apartment.
His case load was on overload and he couldn't wait for his much needed vacation from the office. They finally had some intel on a new weapons dealer in the area running them from Cuba, but he and Mike weren't able to get all the intel they needed so Fi was suppose to get with her contacts and get back to them.
Now it was just that game of waiting, a lot of waiting, waiting for Fi to come through . Waiting….. Jesse's mind was tired of the waiting because it seemed to trail off to those deep blue eyes he couldn't get out of his mind. They were so piercing from the other side of that door it was like he could see her soul. Her eyes told a story and he wanted more.
He stretched slowly looking up from the magazine he'd been paging through while waiting for his laundry to dry when he caught a pair of deep blue eyes staring at him from behind a laundry machine, only there were two sets now. One belonging to the woman he had introduced himself too and the other set belonged to a little girl. They had identical eyes. His mysterious neighbor had a daughter.
" Hi again." Jesse said as he straighten up in his chair he had been slouching in.
" Hello" Samantha said with a smile
There was just something about Jesse she couldn't shake. He was beautiful, strong and confident. Then again so was her husband. He was quite the catch in Boston, all the women were after him. He probably hadn't even noticed that she was gone yet with his mistress keeping him company most of the days and not to mention keeping tabs on his 'employee's'. Gosh it felt so good not to be under his thumb anymore.
" So I never caught your name when we spoke last?" Jesse mentioned as he moved closer to her and the little girl.
" Oh, right…. I'm sorry, it's Samantha." she replied " and this is my daughter Chloe." she put her hand on top of Chloe's blond hair giving it a tousle.
" Samantha... it's nice to meet you." Jesse was very excited to finally learn her name. Samantha suited her. Now standing next to her she had a small body frame and wasn't very tall as he remember her but then again she was half way behind a door.
"How old are you Chloe?" Jesse stooped down to the girls level to talk.
" I three" Chloe replied without looking up from her coloring book that she had gone back to.
Jesse tilted his head up making eye contact with Samantha to confirm if the age given was correct.
" Yes your almost 3 Chl, not quite yet." Samantha corrected her daughter.
" She is just wishing her little life away" Jesse stated as he slowly stood up not breaking eye contact. "So is there a last name that goes with Samantha?"
" Just Samantha." she quickly replied back. " Well we are going to need to get going now it looks like out dryer is done. Come on Chloe lets go." she turns around prepare to walk away when-
" I'm sorry if I'm being too personal." Jesse quickly responded " please don't leave on my account of asking your last name, I'm sorry," He stepped forward and barely touches her when she spins around throwing her hands up in a defensive stance.
Ring…Ring….Ring…..
Jesse's phone had just went off and he knew it was an important call as he pulled it out of his pocket glancing at the screen; it was Mike. This call couldn't wait, Fi must have gotten the info they needed to do some back ground checks. 'Ugh… perfect timing.' he grumbled to himself.
"Ya Mike, what's up?" Jesse says as he puts the phone to his ear.
He's barely registering what make Michael is saying, his focus currently being on Samantha; watching her quickly collect her things and hurring Chloe up the steps out of the laundry room. 'What the hell just happen!' he thought. Did I spook her, I only touched her arm? And barely at that.
" Mike, let me get my laundry out of the dryer and I'll head over to your moms" effectively cutting off Michael. He slowly pulls the phone away from his ear, still in shock as to what happened.
He can't follow her, that would only spook her more. She has a story, something has happened and it makes him want to get closer to her even more. But why? He hardly knows the girl.
But yet he was determine to know more about her and in the process hopefully get closer.
How, was the question. He was physically attracted to her there was no doubt about that. There was no way he was turning back now; he couldn't stay away.
He quickly collected his laundry and put it in the basket. He had to get over to Maddie's house to meet up with Mike and Fi. It was probably going to be a long night, this case was going to consume his time for sure. The only thing he did hear in that phone call was something about the McLarin's brothers being in town and it was their weapon shipments being run through the Miami port.