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"Hey, Baby," Johnny said as he leaned over for a kiss. I gladly met his lips, wanting to be distracted if only for a little while. The past 3 days have been nothing, but pure, unadulterated hell for me; I can't seem to get the image of Quil leading Amanda upstairs to a suite at the Bellemont out of my head.

"You okay? You look upset. What's wrong," Johnny asked with genuine concern in his voice.

Shaking my head, I whispered, "Nothing," before continuing in a louder voice. "I've just been thinking of you."

"Oh, really?" Johnny looked at me slyly. "What about me in particular have you been thinking about?"

"Just things," I giggled.

He narrowed his eyes in a gentle manner and tried to look peeved, but he couldn't hide the curl his lips were making. "You're not gonna tell me are you?"

"Nope," I said, making sure I popped the "p".

"Hmmm, what to do? What to do?" Just then, the lights on the front porch came on and Sam peered out the window.

"For starts: you could get us out of here," I told Johnny anxiously. By now, Sam had made his way to the front door and opened it. He walked outside and tried to see who was driving the truck sitting behind some Evergreens at the end of his driveway. I knew if we sat there any longer, Sam would come out to the truck, so I urged Johnny to hurry up. He cranked up the Ford, put it in drive, and then we were off to Port Angeles.

Easing out a breath, I slouched down in my seat and placed my feet on the dashboard.

"Sneak out all right," Johnny asked me as he had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear shift placed between us.

"Sure, if you call it sneaking out. I just told Emily that I was going to the bonfire out on the beach with some friends and she let me go."

"Sweet, but do you think she'll find out," Johnny questioned while looking into the rearview mirror before glancing at me.

"Find out about what," I asked confusedly.

"Ya know – that you you're out on a date with the man of your dreams," Johnny cooed in my direction.

"No," I snorted. "Please, Sam and Emily are so glad I'm gone that even if I had told them I was going to Niagara Falls, they'd say 'Be back before 12'."

Scrunching up his face, Johnny asked, "Why would they be glad you're gone?"

Gazing at him in disbelief, I waited a couple seconds to see if he was kidding or being serious. Apparently, it was the latter. "Oh, come on, Johnny. When two adults who are rarely left alone together finally get some free time, they…"

Understanding dawned on his features and he shuddered in repulsion. I couldn't help, but laugh at him; he was just so adorable. Seeing that I was feeling better, he took his hand off the gear shift and placed it on my knee. I thought he was trying to be sweet, but then he squeezed the sides and gave me a Charley-horse. Squealing, I bawled up my fist and punched him in the shoulder to get him to stop. He only relented after turning me into a ball of laughter. After settling down, I made my way over towards him and snuggled into his side.

"Thanks," I breathed against his chest.

The only response I got was him wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I slowly dozed off to the hum of the engine as slow circles were being caressed into my skin.

Rolling to a stop in front of my house, Johnny gave me a quick kiss, which led to another…which then led to another… (15 minutes later) I scooted out of the truck and gently closed the door so as not to wake up Sam and Emily. While heading towards the porch, I failed to notice the beat-up Chevy parked next to Sam's truck. I slowly tip-toed across the old, wooden boards and ever so slightly eased opened the screen-door. The lights were off which meant I was in the clear. My back was turned and I had just shut the door when I heard the *flick*.

"Well? You going to tell us where you've been," Sam's gruff voice angrily questioned from behind.

Realizing that there was really no point in denying anything, I turned around to accept my fate. There they were – Emily red-eyed from crying sat on the couch with a heavily-used tissue clenched in her hand; her fluffy bathrobe made her look all the more innocent and only made me feel worse about lying.

"Hellooo, I'm waiting," Sam drawled out impatiently. He wasn't the only impatient one. My chocolate eyes flitted over to his angry ones. Big mistake; Even though I wasn't in Sam's pack, I knew that Emily was the only one allowed to meet Sam in the eyes when he was angry and the blatant disregard displayed across my face helped no one. A low, guttural growl from Sam made Emily get up and put her hands against his chest; she petted him to try and calm him down.

"Just tell him where you were, Claire. Don't make this harder than it has to be," Em pleaded with me.

Sam's little outburst caused me to drop my head in submission (much to my chagrin). Cutting my eyes in his direction, I watched as his chest rose and fell in anger. 'I've pushed him far enough.'

Straightening my shoulders I prepared for my doom. "I thought I already told you guys, I was at the bonfire."

"Bull-," Sam started, but before he could finish, the kitchen door came bouncing off the wall as an angry shape-shifter stormed through the threshold.

Quil's voice was unrecognizable as he spoke. "You were with that boy again weren't you?"

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