"I just don't feel up to games right now, but don't make any plans for tonight, because I've got a reservation, got it?" She asked rubbing the crotch of his jeans.

"Yep, I get it…" Freddie whispered in her ear.

Sam stepped back and walked toward the bathroom. Stopping she turned back and said;

"You're damn right you get it, and you're gonna get it, plenty!" She smirked as she closed the bathroom door.

Back In Seattle

10. Finish it…

Freddie stood and watched the door of the bathroom for a while. When the shower water started, he shook himself out of his obsessive stare and went upstairs to his bedroom. Sam's clothes were lying in a heap on the floor, just as he thought they would be. Scooping them up and tossing them in a chair, he made the bed and got Sam out a pair of his boxers and another sweat suit that he had left in the dryer too long and shrunk. He made his way back downstairs and knocked on the bathroom door, and entered.

"Here, I thought you may want some clean clothes. I'll wash your others. Your bra smells like whiskey and cigarettes though."

"Yeah, you just wanted a look at what you're gonna be getting into, didn't ya!" Sam said as she opened the shower curtain, leaned out, grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled his head under the shower stream.

She kissed him. "See if that'll hold you until later. Now go and fix this hang over stuff. Mama's hungry!" She said as she leaned back into the shower and closed the curtain.

He liked the view. Unfortunately, his sweatshirt and head were soaked. He took off his sweatshirt and wrung it out over the sink, then dried his hair.

He went back upstairs and grabbed her clothes and another sweatshirt and returned to the kitchen. He got out his cast iron pots and pans and set things in motion on the stove. Eggs, bacon, a package of uncooked hash brown potatoes, cheddar cheese and a tube of instant biscuits were placed on the kitchen counter along with butter, oil, chili powder, an onion, seasoning salt and hot sauce. Firing up the oven, he started the biscuits, then fry pans for the bacon and the potatoes. Next, he quickly got the laundry going, then back into the kitchen. Bacon was about ready, as were the hash browns. He uncovered a dutch oven and put four nearly done biscuits on the bottom smothered in butter. Next, a layer of hash browns with bacon in a thatch pattern on top of that. Finally, he scrambled four eggs with some butter, milk, chili powder, diced onion and hot sauce. The eggs went on the top. The whole was smothered in cheese and baked in the oven until the cheese browned.

Sam came into the kitchen just as the dutch oven was going into the oven.

"Anything I need to do?" she asked.

"Yep, sit at the table and drink coffee. It'll be about ten minutes." Freddie said putting a fresh cup of coffee on the table for her.

Sam wrapped her arms around him. "You know, I think you're gonna do just fine by me. Just fine…" she said before kissing him.

"So what are your plans for today? Just up until this evening, I know your plans then" Sam said as she sat down.

"Well, I don't know really. Follow you around? Maybe a nap since I didn't sleep much. I don't have any work to do, although I did get some nice job offers in my email this morning." Freddie replied.

"Why don't you come with me to the club? It's time the guys met you besides throwing you out." Sam said.

"Sure, sounds good." Freddie said as he got a fresh cup of coffee for himself.

"Hmmm… First we have some shopping to do, we can stop at the bar on the way. You're driving." Sam said.

"So, what is the deal with Halloween?" He asked.

"Well, there is a band, rock this year. Folks dress up, you know. We give candy to the kids and one free shot to the adults. You'll be there, you'll find out…"

Freddie put a bowl in front of Sam and another at his place at the table. Then silverware and napkins, and a hot plate for the cast iron pot. Getting a hot pad, he took the dutch oven out of the oven and put it on the table. Removing the lid and placing on the side. He then used a large spoon and dished out some of the meal onto Sam's plate, then onto his. Sam poked at it with her fork.

"Yeah, I know. It looks a little different, but it's very good. You can see what's in it, and I put an extra layer of bacon in it in your honor." Freddie said.

Sam cut a portion off and blew on it for a moment, then put it in her mouth, and chewed. Her smile was infectious.

"Freddie! This is good! Heck, its great!" Sam said cutting off another portion.

"Yeah, this old alcoholic that I worked with in Spokane gave me the recipe. I haven't needed it often, but the times I have, it's worked."

"Well, it is working. My stomach feels better already! Good job Benson!"

"By the way, your motorcycle is in the garage. And those guys that brought you home, Tiny and Irish, they seem like nice fellows."

"Tiny and Irish seem like nice fellows to you, Freddie?"

"Well yeah, we talked about the games in the garage, and stuff. Seemed like good folks."

"Well, yeah… their okay I guess. Julie must have told 'em who you were. They have been known to be a little, um… rowdy. They are old friends of Bill's."

"Bill, as in Bill Nolan, your husband."

"Yep, that Bill, and he isn't my husband, he's dead."

"I know. How did you meet him?"

"I was staying up at Bob and Mom's ranch and he broke down on the side of the road. He seemed like a fun guy, and had a motorcycle… That's it."

"How long were you married?"

"I married him not long after that. I guess I better tell you the whole story. Can I have some more coffee?"

"Sam, you don't have to ask."

"Well, I know that, I wanted you to get it for me, so…" She said holding out her empty cup.

Freddie grinned, and took her cup, making her a fresh cup, with the sugar and creamer. "So…" he said as he sat back down.

"Well, Bill and I went to a party. We got pretty drunk, and a couple weeks later, I thought I was prego. I told him since he had helped get me that way he could help raise the kid. I also told him we wouldn't be having some little bastard. So we got married. Then, I found out I wasn't pregnant, I was just late."

"Wow Sam, so…"

"Not done yet Freddie; so now were hitched and he gets this message about coming back up here to take over the bar. So here we come, we do take it over from his folks and everything is okay. I'm not madly in love with Bill, but he'll do. Except for this one little problem, he had a huge thing for nose candy, you know, coke. So we're trying to turn this neighborhood bar into something special, and he's putting the profits up his nose. I'd left him two days before he tried to race the train."

"You left him?"

"Yep, sure did. Even filed for divorce, well, got the paperwork going. I didn't actually file it in court. Didn't have to, he was dead."

"What did you mean 'race the train'?"

"Just what I said; the damn fool tried to race a freight train on his bike, hit a bump or something, and got thrown under a moving train. That kind of stupidity is generally lethal."

"And here we are…" Freddie said.

"Yep, here we are. And as long as we're doing true confessions, you ever pull a stunt like the last one you pulled; mama will find a train for you to race. Do you understand me Freddie?"

"Yeah, I understand. It won't happen. Believe me."

"Benson, if I didn't believe you, I wouldn't be here. I even believe you when you tell me you don't know why or how you got with Carly. That is the stupidest excuse I've ever heard… 'I don't know…' but for some screwball reason, I believe you. But don't press your luck."

"I won't, and thanks for believing in me. So how are Bob and your mom and Mel?"

"Heck, Mom and Bob are like peas in a pod. They are just so good together. I haven't seen them since I moved back up here though. I talk to them on the phone, but…"

"And your sister?" Freddie asked.

"There's a funny thing. After all the expensive schools and degrees, she married a rancher about five miles from Mom and Bob. And, I'm an auntie! She's got twin boys that are three and a year old baby girl."

"And you've never seen the kids?"

"Nope, I've only seen pictures and a couple videos." Sam said

"Can Arnold run the bar for a few days?" Freddie asked.

"Well, yeah… why?" She responded.

"Why don't I take you to Redding for one of the holidays, pick Thanksgiving or Christmas."

"Really, you want to go, you want to do that?" She asked.

"Well, let's see, go too mom's or hang out with the family of the woman I… Um." Freddie stood up and collected the empty plates.

"Finish it Freddie." Sam said.

"Um…"

"Freddie…"

"Look, I don't want to mess this up, okay Sam?"

Sam stood up. "Finish it…" She said.

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