This is more of a part two-b than a part three, and it's short too. So it looks like you'll have to wait a little longer to see what happens after that cliff hanger...

Three

God I'm tired. I slumped into bed the second I got home. But sleep is being illusive today.

Sara has been on my mind since I left work. Hell, she's on my mind a lot these days. It was adorable the way she refused to take a compliment.

She's been acting a little strange with me the past few weeks. Blushing, giving me shy looks, that sort of thing.

Take today in the locker room. She's seen me get changed a million times before, but today she blushed when I took my top off. I swear she was checking me out and I couldn't help smirking. I have no objections at all to her checking me out. In fact, she could do a lot more than just look should she so choose.

She's been giving me mixed signals for a while and I'm finding it a little confusing. If I had any actual proof that she was attracted to me I wouldn't hesitate to talk to her about it. But I don't, I just have my own confusion and her mixed signals.

I'm brought from my musings by the sound of my cell phone. Damn, I must have forgotten to turn it off. It's going to be work. Anyone else would call the house.

I don't even check who it is before answering. "I don't care who's dead. I'm not coming back in." I hear a chuckle and immediately know who it is. "Hey Warrick. I mean it, I'm not moving."

"No need to panic. Strictly personal call." He laughs.

"In that case, what can I do for you?"

"I was hoping I could come over and talk to you today."

"Is it urgent? Or can it wait until I've had some sleep?"

"No. It's not urgent. Give me a call when you wake. I'll bring you breakfast."

"Thanks Rick, I'll speak to you later."

"Bye."

Switching my phone off I turn over and get comfy again. Usually I'd be as curious as hell but I can hardly keep my eyes open. I guess I'll find out what he wants soon enough.

- - - - - - - - - -

Curiosity got the better of me about ten minutes after waking up. So I called Warrick and told him to hurry up and get his ass over here.

"So what can I do for you?" I ask as I hand him a cup of coffee and sit across the table from him."

"It's not about me."

"It's about me then?"

"Sort of."

"Come on. Spit it out will you." I'm curious now.

"See that's my problem." He pauses for a second. "I'm not sure I should even be talking to you about this."

I'm a little confused. Why would he come over then not tell me whatever it is he came over to talk about?

"See, I overheard something a few weeks back and my immediate reaction was to tell you about it."

"But now you're not sure?"

He's deep in thought. Whatever this is, it must be important.

"Basically yeah. I thought about it a lot. I wouldn't really be breaking a trust because it wasn't confided in me directly, right?"

He's looking at me for an answer here. But I can't let him do something he's not comfortable with. Despite how curious I am.

"I'll admit, I'm curious. But you have to do whatever you're comfortable with."

"But I know this will mean a lot to you."

I watch him as he seems to think through whatever moral struggle he's having. I think at this point I'd scream if he decided to keep quiet now. I'm beyond curious.

"Okay." He nods. Seemingly having made his decision. "I need to tell you something about Sara."

Oh, now I'm interested.

I'm being evil really aren't I?

Thanks for reading.

Sam