She's sitting at her desk doing paperwork. She stares at the page blankly, not reading a word that it says. She pushes her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose, hoping to regain concentration. All she can do is think about him. She stares at the rock she's wearing on the wrong hand. On the next hand is her wedding band. She takes a deep breath and picks her pen back up. She starts to read the page in front of her, but can't finish the first sentence before she starts to think of him again. She hears footsteps, but is completely unfazed. The footsteps stop in the doorway. She looks up and finds a handsome brown eyed man smiling at her.
"Can I come in?" he asks trying to remain professional.
"Please,"she answers.
He starts to shuts the door behind him.
"Don't," she warns him.
He doesn't argue, he just looks at her. She looks past him, out the door. "I don't want to be tempted," she clarifies.
He nods and leaves the door open. "Then can I at least buy your lunch?"
"Yes," she nods. She opens her drawer to grab her purse.
"What are you doing?" he questions.
"Getting my purse," she answers.
"I'm buying," he reminds her.
She rolls her eyes and tucks her phone, and her glasses in the pocket of her blazer. She puts her purse back in the drawer and locks it.
"We'd better get out of here before anyone notices that we're leaving," Nick suggests.
"They're still working."
He starts out of her office. She follows him. He heads toward the garage.
"Where are you going?" she questions.
"To my car," he answers.
She doesn't say anything she just looks at him in disappointed.
"You don't always get to drive," he tells her.
"But..." she begins to argue.
"Come on," he coaxes her.
"Fine," she agrees.
They get to the garage and he heads for the elevator. "Where did you park?" she questions.
"You'll see," he answers.
"There were plenty of spots."
"I know," he tells her. Fighting the urge to kiss her.
"So why..."
"You'll see," he tells her.
The elevator dings and they get off on the top floor of the garage. The only car is Nick's SUV. He unlocks the door, and she runs to the car, jumping into the driver's seat. He jumps into the passenger's seat.
"Keys please," she begs.
He leans over the seat, and kisses her. She pushes him away, "No. That isn't going to work. I want to drive."
He climbs over the seat. "What are you doing?" Catherine asks.
With his knees in her seat, on either side of her he answers, "I told you that you don't always get to drive."
"Oh," she nods in understanding.
He pushes the door open and gets out. She climbs out of the car, and he shuts the door. Without a word she climbs into the back seat of the car. He climbs in too.
"I really am hungry," she tells him.
"Uh huh," he nods as he uses his clicker to lock the doors.
She climbs on top of him, pinning him down. She whispers in his ear. "You know we don't have to do this anymore. We can do it at home," she reminds him.
"I know," he answers kissing her neck.
Without another word she very quietly grabs the keys from him.
"What are you doing?"
"We aren't going to have time to eat if..." she begins, but he stops her.
"Catherine since when have you ever minded missing a meal so that we can..."
She cuts him off, "If you recall I didn't get the chance to have breakfast this morning. Which if I recall was because of you."
"Fine," he gives in. She grabs the keys, and jumps over the console into the front seat. She's buckled, and moving before he can react further.
"Buckle up," she tells him.
"So now that were married does it mean that we can only have boring married people sex?"
"No," she answers.
He doesn't take her eyes off of her until they reach the restaurant. She parks the car and kills the engine, but he remains in a trance. She unbuckles and asks him, "What are you thinking?"
His eyes meet her and he lies, "Nothing."
"Tell me," she begs.
"It's better if you don't know," he answers.
"Nick we're married. I don't want to start out with lies."
"Neither do I, so please don't make me tell you."
"Was it about another woman?"
"No," he shakes his head, "You're the only woman I'm ever going to want."
"Ok," she agrees trying to trust him.
"I'm sorry," he apologizes.
"For what?"
"Every time that I hurt you. Every night that you stayed up waiting for me, and I never came. Every time I let you down."
"I've forgiven you how."
"But I don't deserve it, I don't deserve a woman like you."
She doesn't say anything.
"You're hungry. We can discuss this at home."
She nods and they get out of the car. He holds her hand into the restaurant.
That night Catherine goes home alone. Lindsey is still awake when she gets home.
"Did you have a good day at work?"
"Uh huh," Catherine smiles.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Can't I just be happy?"
"Of course mom, but usually when people are happy they have a reason."
"Sit down," Catherine instructs her.
Lindsey takes a seat on the counter. "Not what I meant," Catherine tells her.
Lindsey rolls her eyes. "So why am I sitting?"
"I have something to tell you."
"What?"
"It's big. I should have talked to you before. I should have asked if it was ok with you, but..."
"Mom what is it?"
"I got married," she admits.
"Good, I'm happy for you."
"Aren't you going to ask me anything?"
"What's to ask? I mean it was inevitable that you and Nick would ever break up forever, or get married. My money was on married, you two can't stay away from each other. You're like two teenagers amped up on red bull."
Catherine just looks at her daughter in shock.
Lindsey smiles, "You thought that I didn't know about the two of you? I did. You're not as discreet as you think you are."
"How long have you known?"
Lindsey thinks, "Since I was ten," she answers.
"Good to know."
"I don't think anyone else knows."
"Why do you sound so sure?" Catherine asks.
"Because no one else lives with you."