AN: I LOVED ALL OF YOUR GUYS REVIEWS!! Thanks!! Well lets see not much to say I just babysitting my nieces and nephews they really are little devils came out just like me. The youngest girl Ashanti is only in first grade right and she had a spelling test and she CHEATED! LOL! And Amanda [ she's in 3rd grade] wants to be a model right so we put her in a program for it she kissed TWO boys from modeling class! Then there's the youngest boy Yaddiel he's the little brat always gets his way by looking at me with puppy eyes saying :"Titi [auntie in Spanish] I love you lots!" But yeah that my status It's a Saturday night and I'm Dateless! Any of you know of a u whose lookin for a girl? LOL …Wait I do have news about the story! It's going to be a bit more than 21 chapters. Anyways Here's the new chappie Dorky bunnies xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Cupcake

Chapter 6:

"Emmett?" She gave an abrupt laugh. "Never. He likes his conveniences. He doesn't even go camping. Emmett's idea of roughing it is doing it without Valet service."

She expected Jazz to chuckle. He did smile at her attempted joke, but that was all. He seemed to be studying her the same way she'd been studying him.

"You surprise me," Jazz announced suddenly.

"I do? Am I a disappointment to you?"

"Not at all. I always thought you'd grow up and have a passel of children yourself. You used to haul those dolls of yours around with you everywhere. If Emmett and I were to noisy, you'd shush us, saying the babies were asleep. If we wanted to play in the backyard we couldn't because you were having a tea party with your dolls. It was enough to drive a ten year old boy crazy. But if we ever dared to complain, you'd look at us serenely and with the sweetest smile tell us we had to be patient because it was for the children."

"I did get carried away with motherhood business, didn't I?" Jazz's words stirred up uncomfortable memories, the same ones she'd entertained earlier that afternoon. She really did love children. Yet somehow, without her knowing how, the years had passed and shed buried the dream. Nowadays she didn't like to think too much about husband and family—the life that hadn't happened. It haunted her at odd moments.

"I should have known you'd end up in construction," she said, switching the subject away from herself.

"How's that?" Jazz asked.

"Wasn't it you who built the fort?"

"Emmett helped."

"Sure, by staying out of the way." She grinned. " I know my brother. He's a marvel with people, but please don't give him hammer."

Their dinner arrived, and it was delicious as Alice had expected, although by then she was enjoying herself so much even a plateful of dry toast would have tasted good. They drank to cups of cappuccino after their meal, and talked and laugh the hours away. Alice couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed so much.

When at last she glanced at her watch, she was shocked to realize it was well past ten. "I had no idea it was so late!" she said. "I should het home." She had to be up by five.

Jazz took care of bill and collected her coat. When they walked outside, the December night was clear and chilly, multitude of stars twinkling brightly above.

" Are you cold?" he asked as they waited for the valet to deliver the car.

"Not at all." Nevertheless, he placed his arm around her shoulders drawing her close.

Alice didn't protest. It felt natural for this man to hold her close.

His car arrived and they drove back to her apartment building in silence. When he pulled into the curve, she considered inviting him in for coffee, then decided against it. They already drunk enough coffee, and besides, they both had to work the following morning. But more important, Jazz might read something else into the invitation. He was an old friend. Nothing more. And she wanted to keep it that way.

She turned to him and smiled softly. "I had a lovely time. Thank You so much."

"You're welcome, Alice. We'll do it again."

Alice was astonished to realize how appealing another evening with Jasper Whitlock was. She'd underestimated him.

Or has he?

"There's something else I'd like to try again," He was saying, his eyes filled with devilry.

"Try again?" she repeated. "What?"

He slid his arm behind her and for a breathless moment they looked at each other. "I don't know if I've got a chance without trading baseball cards, though."

Alice swallowed. "You want to kiss me?"

He nodded. His eyes seemed to grow darker, more intense. "For old times sake." His hand caressed the curve of her neck, his thumb moving slowly toward the scented hollow of her throat.

"Well, sure. For old times' sake." She was astonished at the way her heart was reacting to the thought of Jazz holding her… kissing her.

His mouth began a slow descent toward her hers, his warm breath nuzzeling her skin.

"Just remember," she whispered when his mouth was about to settle over hers. Her hand grppied his lapels. "Old times…"

"I'll remember," he said as his lips came down on hers.

She sighed and slid her hands up his solid chest to link her fingers at the base of his neck. The kiss was slow and thorough. When it was over, Alice's hands were clutching his collar.

Jazz's fingers were in her hair, tangled in the short, spiky, hair, cradling the back of her head.

A sweet rush of joy coursed through her veins. Alice felt a bubbling excitement, a burst of warmth, unlike anything she'd ever known before.

Then he kissed her a second time…

"Just remember…" she repeated when he pulled his mouth from hers and buried it in the delicate curve of her neck.

He drew in several ragged breaths before asking, "What is it that I'm supposed to remember?"

"Yes, oh please remember."

He lifted his head and rested his hands lightly on her shoulders, his face only inches from hers. "What's so important you don't want me to forget?" he whispered.

It wasn't Jazz who was supposed to remember; it was Alice. She didn't realize that she'd spoken out loud. She blinked, uncertain, then tilted her head to gaze down at her hands, anywhere but him. "Oh…that I'm in love with Edward." There was a moment of silence. An awkward moment. "Right," he answered shortly. "You're in love with Edward." His arms fell away and he release her.

Alice hesitated, uneasy "Thanks again for the wonderful dinner." Her hand closed around the door handle. She was eager now to make her escape.

"Any time," he said flippantly. Is own hands gripped the steering wheel.

"I'll see you soon."

"Soon," He echoed. She climbed out of the car, not giving Jazz a chance to come around and open the door for her. She was aware of him sitting in the car, waiting until she'd unlocked the lobby door and steeped inside. She hurried down the first-floor hall and into her apartment, turning on the lights so he'd know she made it safely home,

Then she removed her coat and carefully hung it in the closet. When she peeked out the window, she saw that Jazz had already left.

-END CHAPTER-

AN: Was the kiss any good?