The glass smashed and Jill looked in satisfaction at the mess she'd made. She called Andy and heard the calm in his voice when he answered; he wasn't panicked even after she told him what happened.

"Jill, just stay in your bedroom," he instructed. "Be there in ten minutes."

If there was ten minutes, that meant she had time to eat her sandwich. Or...should she save it for him? What was the game plan here?

She put the sandwich back in the fridge and walked calmly up to her bedroom, going to the closet and looking at the nightwear on display there. She really should have thought this through and changed into something sexier.

No time like now, she thought, checking her phone. She still had five minutes.

She had just slipped out of her pajamas when her phone rang. "Hey, I'm right outside," Andy said.

"You got here fast," she said, wondering how to put on a sexy negligee with a phone in her hand. "Hold on a sec."

"Jill-" he began, but she'd put the phone down to shimmy into something sexier-pink, lacy, and covered with a robe that covered nothing-before picking it up.

"I'm sorry, I barricaded myself in the closet and I had to turn the light on."

"Don't be scared," he told her. "I'm outside and I see where the glass broke."

"So I didn't imagine it," she fretted.

"Jill, I have some news that might alarm you," he said. "The glass was broken from the inside."

"What does that mean?"

"He might still be inside your house," he told her.

She liked how quickly he'd found the glass, and that he was on edge for her. She wondered if she should tell him but figured she'd let this play out. She was in deep enough already.

"Andy, I'm scared," she whispered. "Can you just come up to the bedroom and we can leave together?"

"I'll try," he said.

"You're still lost on the second floor, aren't you?" She asked.

"I'll check the cameras and I'll be right up," he said.

No! He'd see what she'd done.

"No," she cried. "You can't, it'll take too long and I'm scared, Andy. Don't hang up."

He paused and she could feel his indecision. "I'll be right up," he said. "Stay on the phone so I don't get lost."

Jill grinned, but tried to keep a worried tone in her voice. She had him right where she wanted him.

Andy opened Jill's front door carefully, hoping that whoever had broken in was already gone. No matter, he had to do his job anyway. He walked carefully to the stairs, keeping the wall behind him, and then hurried up, gun and flashlight out and balanced. His phone was in his breast pocket and Jill's voice came through. "Hurry," she said.

He still couldn't figure out his way around in this damn house, but here was her bedroom; she kept directing him.

And...the closet was right here…

He threw the door open, and somehow, he wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted him. Jill was standing there, phone in her hand, tears glistening on her perfect, tanned face, dressed in...well, she wasn't dressed, that was for sure.

He prided himself on being a good guy, but holy god, she was showing everything in that nighty. It was pink, and lacy, and the robe she'd tossed on top didn't cover anything.

"Andy?" She asked, worry in her tone.

"Okay, let's just get out," he said, struggling to find his voice. "We can come back later, okay?"

"I was able to check the cameras," she said, holding out her phone. "I think they're gone."

"Okay," he said. "I'll do a perimeter walk and get back to you then."

"No," she said, reaching her hand out towards him. "Don't leave me here."

God, she was gorgeous. Tanned, slim, blonde...everything a guy like him preferred.

"Jill, I have to do my job," he reminded.

She pouted, and he could see the calculating look in her eyes. Wait a second.

He thought about the glass outside the kitchen, and the water bottle on the ground, and struggled to keep the smile off of his face. She'd faked it.

Nothing had been disturbed downstairs.

She had just wanted him to come back. Well, he'd give her a show then.

"Jill, we have to make sure you're safe," he said.

"Take me with you," she pleaded.

"I don't want you getting hurt," he told her. "Just give me twenty minutes."

He turned to leave, counted in his head, and she spoke just as his foot crossed the threshold.

"Andy, I faked it," she said, and he swung around, fighting to keep the smile off of his face. She was suddenly much closer; she'd started to follow him out. "There was no robbery. I...I threw the water bottle."

"Why'd you do it, Jill?" He asked, getting closer to her himself.

She reached to place a tiny hand on his chest, and he breathed in, wondering if she'd ever touched him before. If she had, it hadn't been like this. "I didn't want to be alone," she breathed, gazing up at him. "There's a sandwich in the fridge if you want one."

He let the smile spread across his face. "So you're saying you just wanted me back," he teased.

"Well, you could put it like that," she drawled.

"Or...you could put it like that," he said. "I'm only staying if you say it."

"Say what?" She protested.

He took a chance and grabbed the hand that was still on his chest. "That you wanted me to come back and join you," he said, voice lowering.

She swallowed. "I wanted you to come back," she breathed.

He hadn't planned this far. Her eyes were gazing up at his, so huge, and Andy wasn't sure how to proceed. "Let's go eat that sandwich," he finally settled on.

"Yeah," she said, still just gazing up at him.

"Can I ask a question?" He wondered, his hand curving around hers.

"Uh huh," she nodded, seeming speechless.

"Was this outfit for me too?"

She colored, and ducked her head, and Andy almost groaned at the view of her cleavage that gesture granted him.

"Maybe," she said, biting her lip. "But that's as far as I'll go."

"I guess I'll take that," he said. "One more thing."

"You are so needy," she said, but he could see her eyes dancing. "Shoot."

"Next time you want to see me, just call me," he said. "Please don't break more windows."

"What if I need you in a hurry?" She teased.

He frowned at her. "No more broken windows," he repeated. "And I'll take you out next week." The words just slipped out, but he didn't regret them.

She swallowed, and he tried to not focus on her mouth and neck. Although what was below her neck was a lot more dangerous. "I guess I can make that deal," she said. "You ready for that sandwich? I'll lead the way so you don't get lost."

"Yeah," he said, watching as she slipped away, and now that her back was turned he could appreciate this get up a little more. The view was better from the back anyway.