"Here, let's go the back way so the neighbors doesn't see us." Jamie opened the gate to her backyard.

"Well, I'm glad you had a great time Jamie." Roger smiled as he wrapped her arms around her waist.

"I did." Jamie smiled. "It was so much fun, even playing in a snowball fight earlier today." She laughed.

"I didn't think you were going to get me." Roger smiled and moved her hair out of her eyes.

"Shocking that a rich girl can take a man down?" She teased.

"Well, not shocking." He moved his head sideways. "Was off guard." He corrected her.

Jamie laughed, "Ok, point taken."

"Thank you." Roger smiled.

"Well, I must go before they arrive home." Jamie's face became sad and turned to the terrence by the house.

"Jamie-" Roger held her hand and brought her close to him then kissed her passionately.

"Roger-" Jamie pulled back and felt Roger kiss her forehead before they put their foreheads together. "I don't want this moment to last." She whispered.

"Me too." Roger sighed and held her face to make her look at him. "Do you still have my sweater?"

"Yeah, I do. It's hidden in my closet." Jamie nodded.

"Ok, good." Roger said. "It's one of my favorite sweaters, I'm letting you to keep that one."

"Thanks, Roger." Jamie smiled. "Well, I'm gonna go." She said as she started to climb the terrance.

"Hey, um." Roger looked up to Jamie. "Can I have one more kiss?" Roger asked.

"Yeah." Jamie turned to Roger as he climbed on the terrance and then kissed her hard and long.

"Good night Jamie." Roger whispered.

"Good night Roger." Jamie turned to him once again before climbing up to her bedroom window.

Roger looked up to Jamie as she climbed in and then held her hand up to wave back to him.

Jamie's eyes welled up after Roger left, she was sure that was it was the last time to see him. She quickly ran to her closet and ran through her drawers then found Roger's gray sweater. She held it close to her face and went to her bed with it and cried to sleep.

Back at the loft, Roger sighed deeply as he sat on the bench and looked out at the window. Then he looked over to the metal table for some reason. He had to look twice to see if the object was real. It was Jamie's big flower comb on the table. He got up and held it his hand.

"Jamie." Roger whispered and ran his fingers over it.

Next morning, Jamie sat on her vanity chair and started to put make up on. Then she heard a knock. "Come in."

"Jamie, I have great news." Dean said as he came up to her, "I have moved the wedding tommorrow."

"Tommorrow?" Jamie's eyes widened. "Is that a little soon, Dean?" She whispered and put a weak smile.

"I thought it would be great for us get married and get it over with." Dean smiled and turned her to face him. "We can do things together like we have always planned to do." He smiled. "Like a tour of the Philly Steel and many other places. Oh, the stock market on Wall Street."

"Sounds great." Jamie laughed nervously.

"Oh this is going to be great!" Dean laughed and hugged her then left the room.

"Jamie, I'm so happy for you." Mrs. Maner chimed in. "Let's get ready for tommorrow." She grabbed Jamie to her room. "Oh, this is so exciting."