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Chapter 7

Angie called Megan that night and told her she was taking a personal day off work the next day because the girls had come down sick again.

"Oh, that's awful. Do you need any help with them? Megan asked her on the phone.

"Well, honestly I could use an extra set of hands." Angie said, sounding defeated, and tired.

"I'll be over in a minute." Megan said as she hung up the phone.

She and Dean were curled up on the couch watching tv, her head resting easily on his chest. Dean, slowly and deliberately running his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp every so often. He had groaned when she insisted on answering the phone in the first place, and now her telling his sister she would be over to help with the girls had made him full on pout.

She moved to get off the couch, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back to him.

"Dean." she laughed playfully.

"I don't want you to go." he nuzzled his face in her hair.

They had spent the better part of the day in eachother's arms, holding eachother. Dean had been respectful though, and they hadn't kissed again. But Megan wanted to, oh how she wanted to kiss Dean so bad.

"Your nieces are sick, Dean. And your sister needs help." she pried his hands from around her waist and stood.

"I know." he sighed and pushed himself off the couch, "I guess I'll go to the gym while you're helping her. I'm itching for some physical activity."

They glanced at eachother, and Megan's cheeks burned as the unintended double meaning of his words sunk in. He chuckled, and bit his lip, "You know what I mean."

"Yeah." she laughed.

Once they got to Angie's Dean ran in and changed into his workout clothes, and was going to tell Megan bye until he saw her laying in bed trying to get is niece to fall asleep. He just waved silently at the door.

He was doing his reps when his phone rang a few hours later, he looked down at the name on the screen and smiled.

"Hey Seth." he answered the call.

"Hey buddy, how's the vacation?"

"It's not a vacation."

"I know, man geez. How's the rehab going with the wrist?" his stablemate asked.

"Going good. I'm about ready to rip this brace off. Its practically healed. Eight weeks is too much time off." Dean complained.

"Just take take this time to relax. Anything interesting happening?" his friend asked.

Dean smiled, and thought of Megan. She was very interesting.

"Actually, yeah." Dean said.

"Oh? Like what exactly?" Seth asked.

"I met someone. A girl. Her name's Megan."

"Are you kidding me? You?"

"I know, dude, but seriously you gotta meet her. She's great."

Seth was overcome by shock. Was this the same Ambrose? The guy who wasn't interested in girls, except for getting what he wanted. The guy who was introverted,but violent, and barely spoke to anyone outside his group of friends...

"Well, I'd love to meet her. What do you say I come for a visit in a couple weeks?"

"Sounds good. You're gonna love her."

"Who is she, Dean? How'd you meet?

"She's actually the baby-sitter for my nieces, she's twenty two, and no lie, Rollins she's the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen."

"Damn Dean, hate to tell you but I think you have it bad. Like bad." Seth told him.

Dean laughed as he walked to his jeep, and hopped up into the seat. "I know, bro. Listen I gotta go, but I'll catch you later, and we can talk about when you come to town."

Seth said goodbye and Dean tossed the phone into the cup holder only to have it ring again immediately.

"Hello."

This time it was Megan. "Hey, I'm going to stay and help Angie get the girls to bed. Are you coming home?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm gonna swing by and get some clothes, but then I think I'm gonna head over to your place, if that's okay." he told her.

"That's fine. See you when you get here." he could hear the smile in her voice.

Angie and Megan were sitting on the couch when he walked in, and they both and turned to smile at his arrival. Dean assumed over the past few hours Megan had let Angie in on all the details of their budding relationship. A quick peck on the cheek for both women, and he headed upstairs to grab some clothes.

He had plans to take care of at Megan's place, and he planned to have it finished before she got home. He rushed down the stairs, and said goodbye to Megan.

"You can leave, Megan. I don't want to keep you here." Angie said.

"No, I want to make sure the girls are completely settled for the night before I go. Why don't we watch a movie or something?" she said.

"First, lets talk about you and my brother. What is going on between you?" she asked as she folded her legs up under her on the couch.

Megan smiled. "I don't really know. We're...attracted to eachother."

"So, are you done with Drake?"

"Yes, he's gone."

"Well, I'm glad. It has nothing to do with Dean, I just never liked him." Angie smiled and patted Megan's knee.

"Dean is..." Megan sighed, "I don't even know if they're are words. I feel like I've known him forever. I feel like he actually cares about me."

Angie nodded, but knowing her brother better than most felt the need to give Megan some cautionary advice.

"Megan, Dean is a wonderful man, but he has some issues. Things that you may not be used to. If you haven't noticed, he has a short temper, and a mouth like a sailor. He loves to fight."

Megan nodded, "We talked about it a little bit. I also told him about me being a virgin."

Angie's eyes widened, "How on earth did that come up? Please tell me you haven't already slept together?!"

"No! Of course not. But Drake opened his big fat mouth about how he and I never did anything...and so I had to tell Dean."

"Wait a minute," Angie said, "When did Dean see Drake?"

"This morning. Drake came by the apartment and Dean was there...they sort of...well, I mean, Dean kind of hit him."

Angie narrowed her eyes, "Just once?"

"Well, twice." Megan said

"Wow."

"Wow what?"

"Dean only hit him twice. That's not like him. Usually he doesn't stop swinging until the other guy is unconcious."

Megan thought back to what Dean had told her, about how just one look at her face, and he didn't want to fight anymore, and she smiled.

Meanwhile, Dean was busy getting a surprise ready for Megan. Something he hoped would make her feel better about the past few days, something that would bring her comfort, and make her feel beautiful at the same time.

And if he played his cards right, he hoped to get to enjoy the surprise just as much as her.