Disclaimer: I do not own the characters within this story. All rights and much respect go to Crown Media, Hallmark, Brian Bird, Michael Landon, Jr., the actors, creators, and writers of the show "When Calls the Heart." Any real people or places noted in the chapter are just there for storyline purposes.

Chapter 16- The Bachelor

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Elizabeth grabbed his hand and pulled him up the dune toward her parents. As she closed the distance, she cried out, "Mom…daddy, I'm sorry."

Mr. Thatcher opened his arms and Elizabeth practically leapt against his body.

Stepping away from her father, she wrapped her arm through Jack's as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

"Where would you ladies like to go to dinner tonight?" Jack asked.

Grace quickly responded, "William and I have something we need to attend to tonight, but you two go and have a lovely night out."

"Mom, can't you change your plans?"

"No, we're not able to, but we'll have plenty of time to have dinner together," she responded. Turning back to her husband, she stated, "Are you ready to go?"

"Uh…sure," he stated as they turned and started back toward the house leaving Jack and Elizabeth to enjoy the beach. "We don't have any plans, so where are we supposed to be going?"

"Honey, they want to be alone; don't you remember what it was like when we were young?" she asked.

"Grace, I still enjoy our time together," he brought her hand up to his lips.

She laughed softly, "You better not let Elizabeth hear that; she'll never come back to visit again."

Back out on the beach, Jack asked again, "Where would you like to eat dinner?"

"Do you want seafood?" she asked.

"Seafood's fine; anything is fine as long as I get to spend some time with you…" he whispered as his arm around her waist pulled her close.

"Victoria's Restaurant is on the water and their food is really good," she suggested.

"Sounds perfect; I brought a suit, because…well, I wanted to make a good impression on your parents at dinner. But now I only need to make a good impression on you."

"Oh, Judge Thornton, don't you know that I'm already impressed?"

His smile, with those deep dimples, drew her in, as usual. His hand slipped behind her neck as he cradled the back of her head. Leaning in, his lips covered hers, tasting a combination of strawberries from her lip gloss she applied earlier, and caramel from the creamer that was in her morning coffee.

"Honey look…" Grace pointed out on the beach. "You're a good man, William. I know you're worried about her; I know you worry about all the girls but giving them our blessing was the right thing to do. Can't you see how much he loves her?"

"It seems that he does," Williams stated.

"Are you worried that you're losing her?" Grace asked.

He looked into his wife's eyes, "They move on with their lives and forget about us."

"Honey, they don't forget about us, but we have to let them grow up, have their own lives, and unfortunately make their own mistakes."

As they stood just over the dune glancing down at Jack and Elizabeth, he responded, "I wish I could keep them from making mistakes."

"Honey, you don't think he's a mistake, do you?"

William looked away from Elizabeth and Jack, glanced into his wife's eyes and smiled, "No, she looks happier than I think I've ever seen her."

"So, what's the problem?" Grace asked.

"It's just hard to let go; it's hard to let someone else be the one she runs to when she needs something," William admitted.

Grace took his hand and they continued just out of sight on their way back home, "Do you know what it gives you time for?"

"I know, it gives us more time together," he responded.

"Well, that too, but what I was thinking about was grandchildren," Grace replied. "Maybe there will even be a boy in there somewhere."

"You know, I'd love to have a grandson, but I've been very happy as a 'girl dad.'"

Grace held his hand and as she pulled him toward the back of the house, he hesitated, refusing to budge.

"Do you think he'll be good to her?" William asked.

"Look at them, honey," she stated as she pulled him back up on the dune.

They both glanced down onto the beach and observed Jack with his arms around Elizabeth's waist as he spun her in circles.

William smiled, "She does look happy." He blinked harshly doing his best to fight the tears that were pooling in his eyes.

"Honey, I think we need to give him a chance, okay?" she asked.

"Okay…" he replied as they turned their backs to the beach and continued toward home.

As Elizabeth's feet touched the sand, his lips simultaneously covered her mouth. Although they had kissed many times before, each touch of his lips on hers made the butterflies flutter in her stomach, her heart pound a bit faster, her respiration increase, and a deep desire to satisfy those physical and emotional urges that burned inside her.

Standing by the waterline, they watched the waves roll in, each one thankful that the possible hurdle of talking to her parents was resolved and it was finally safe to plan for their future.

As they stared out over the ocean, Elizabeth asked, "Jack, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, you can; what is it?"

"If I wasn't a virgin, would you feel the same way about me?" she asked.

"Of course, I would."

"So, it doesn't really matter to you?"

He took hold of her hand, "It means a lot to me."

"How so; I mean you just said that it didn't matter to you."

"Elizabeth, what I said was that I would still feel the same way about you; that's different than not caring," he explained.

"I don't understand; I mean, sometimes I wonder if no one cares, what's the point in waiting?"

Seeing the confused look on her face, he continued, "Elizabeth, I would love you no matter what, but do I care that you've waited…yes, I do. It means that you held onto that special part of yourself for me. It means that you cared enough to wait until you were truly in love. I so appreciate your morals and values, especially when I know there had to be times when you were teased and pressured."

"So waiting is not a problem…?" she asked.

"Elizabeth, if I'm being honest here, I have to tell you that my body aches every time I'm near you, or when I close my eyes and think about you," he admitted. "When you touch me, or I inhale the scent of your perfume, my thoughts go wild," he admitted. "When it comes to you, I have very little control over my body, and it's embarrassing sometimes the power you have over me."

Elizabeth nervously giggled.

"Are you laughing at me?" he asked.

"No…never, I guess talking about this makes me a little nervous," she responded.

"Do I make you nervous?"

"No, not you…the topic. Jack, being intimate has been something that I've shied away from because…well, you know."

Jack's finger under her chin turned her to face him. Tilting her head upward their eyes met. "Elizabeth, there is a lot more to intimacy than just making love," he whispered as his lips pressed against her cheek. "Intimacy is the soft glances, the tender touches; it's when we talk about our future, our dreams, our desires, and it's the feeling I have when I lay in bed next to you holding you in my arms, no expectations, just thankful that you're there, that we're together. I love you so much…" his voice went from a whisper to almost breathless as tears slipped down his cheeks.

She cradled his face as her thumbs brushed across his cheeks sweeping the errant tears away. Stepping up on her toes, her lips pressed gently to his. "You are a very special man, Jack Thornton, and I love you dearly."

No other words were spoken between them, they weren't needed as his hand slipped behind her head and pulled her closer. It was as if time stopped when he gently pressed his lips to hers, with each one feeling the heat within them intensify.

Elizabeth's heart pounded as she felt her knees buckle. She told herself to 'focus,' which she did. She focused on how soft he felt against her, and realized that through sight, scent, hearing, touch and taste that he'd aggressively invaded each and every one of her senses.

As they separated, only to be immediately drawn back together again, Jack snuck guilty peeks at Elizabeth, if for no other reason than to confirm that she was still there and was not a figment of his imagination.

With the crazy emotions of the day, not to mention everything they had recently been through, Jack wasn't sure if karma gave them this moment, or if his mind simply tricked him into this perfect present, this unforgettable occasion. Whatever it was, every breath he took filled him with joyous notes of Elizabeth's perfume, which consisted of strawberry, violet leaves and jasmine.

He pulled her in, claiming her lips once again. Kissing her like he knew she wanted, soft and moist and hot and breathy, in no way seeking to win a battle, but looking for a union of hearts, he sought an emotional closeness as they shared one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment.

The heat rose in her cheeks; her lips parted, and she felt his tongue wash over her soft sensitive skin much like a wave of warmth, causing her toes to curl, as the taste of him nearly silenced her thoughts.

Realizing that the moment they were sharing was in view of other strollers on the boardwalk, Jack rested his forehead on Elizabeth's, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I can't wait to call you my wife…"

He kissed her forehead and took hold of her hand as they started walking toward the Thatcher's house.

They were anxious to spend the evening together, so they quickly changed, and met in the foyer. Elizabeth thought it was odd that Jack came out with her father from his study, but with both men laughing, she assumed that there was nothing to be concerned about.

Jack walked into the entryway in a dark grey suit, while Elizabeth wore a black hi-lo dress, off the shoulders that fell mid-thigh in front and behind the knees in back, and a black pair of strappy heels that she found in her closet.

The drive to the restaurant, was relaxed. They held hands as both felt that a weight had not been lifted from their shoulders. They pulled into the parking lot of the Boardwalk Plaza Hotel, stepping next door to the attached restaurant, Victoria's.

Once inside, they were led to a table with a window, and with no one eating on the patio, the view of the beach was clear. Elizabeth ordered the Rockfish which was finished with almond brown butter over creamy mushroom risotto and broccolini. Jack ordered the Halibut and shrimp piccata over linguine. A bottle of Riesling topped off their meal.

Following dinner, they took a walk along the boardwalk. They held hands and enjoyed being together, but the biting wind coming off the water caused them to cut their walk short.

As they walked back toward the parking lot, Elizabeth asked, "Jack, you haven't said anything, but what did my dad want to talk to you about earlier?"

While they continued walking, he responded, "He wanted to know if we were living together."

"Oh Jack, I'm so sorry; that had to be uncomfortable to lie to my dad."

"I didn't lie…"

She practically stumbled over her own feet, "You told him the truth?"

Several hours earlier…

"Well, I'm going to find a hotel for the weekend, and I'll be back to pick you up for dinner," Jack stated as he leaned in and in front of her father, kissed Elizabeth's cheek.

"Don't be silly, Jack; there's plenty of room here. There's no need to stay in a hotel," Mr. Thatcher practically demanded. "Elizabeth can show you to one of the bedrooms down the hall from her.

Feeling a bit uneasy, Jack responded, "I don't want to put anyone out; I'll be glad to stay in a hotel."

"No, I won't hear of it," Mr. Thatcher stated. Turning to Elizabeth, he strongly suggested, "Honey, why don't you show Jack to the room at the end of the hall."

"Okay," Elizabeth stated as she started down the hallway.

"When you get dressed, would you come into my study; I'd like to have a man to man talk with you before you go to dinner."

"Sure," Jack responded as he thought, "oh great, ruin my dinner before I even eat," as he hurried to catch up with Elizabeth.

What's going on?"

"Your dad wants to have a talk with me before we go."

Concerned about leaving Jack alone with her father, she called out to her father, "Daddy, can't we all talk later?"

Mr. Thatcher stepped out into the hallway and smiled, "Elizabeth, I'd like to have a talk, man to man, with Jack. Don't worry; I've already locked the gun cabinet…"

"Excuse me?" Jack stated as he glanced between Elizabeth and her father.

"Daddy, please be nice…" she stated as she showed Jack to his room and then slipped into hers to get ready.

Once dressed, Jack took a deep breath and headed for Mr. Thatcher's study.

"Come on in, Jack," Mr. Thatcher offered as he held open the door and followed Jack inside, closing the door behind them. "Take a seat," Mr. Thatcher suggested. Instead of sitting behind his desk, Mr. Thatcher took a seat in the armchair beside Jack.

"Is something wrong sir; I mean, I thought we had everything resolved earlier."

"I just wanted to ask you something."

"Yes sir, go ahead…"

"Several mornings ago, when I talked with Elizabeth over the phone, were you there with her?"

"Sir… I don't want to…"

"You don't have to tell me; I knew it when she said you weren't there. It's just not like Elizabeth to lie to me."

"Mr. Thatcher, Elizabeth has morals and values of which I believe you and Mrs. Thatcher would be very proud."

"And lying is part of that?"

"No sir, but I think she did so because she wanted you to have a good impression of me," Jack advised. "She loves you and what you think means a lot to her, so needless to say, we're getting married and she wants us to start out on the right foot."

"So, I know these are different times, but are you and Elizabeth living together?"

Jack opened his mouth, but in the jumble of emotions that seemed to bounce throughout his body, he was certain that since he made no sound, he'd most likely swallowed his tongue. "Uh…uh…Mr. Thatcher…I…"

"Is there a problem, Jack?"

Jack took a deep breath and licked his lips as he laced his fingers while resting his hands in his lap. That didn't last long as his hands separated and hung on either side of the armchair while he waited for the blood to return to his fingers.

Standing up, Jack walked across the room while looking at Mrs. Thatcher's gun cabinet. "I want to be totally honest with you…" Jack began.

"I think that's best. So, am I to assume that although you and Elizabeth are not married, you are living as though you are?"

Jack swallowed hard doing his best to dampen his desert dry throat. "Yes sir, I mean, no sir. What I mean is that Elizabeth is staying at my place, but sir, the reason was all to keep her safe."

"Go on…"

"Elizabeth was staying at her place and although I live less than twenty minutes away, I…" he stopped, but immediately began again, "Mr. Thatcher, I needed her with me so I could protect her. But sir, I was honest with you when I said that I have the upmost respect for Elizabeth, and we've decided to wait for anything more until we're married."

"Well, I can appreciate that, but since there is no threat toward Elizabeth now, is she moving back home?"

"Mr. Thatcher, as far as I'm concerned, Elizabeth is home."

"Jack, I was a young man once; are you and Elizabeth getting married soon?"

"I'd marry her right now, but although she tells me that she doesn't need a big wedding, there are certain things that I don't want her to give up," Jack admitted. "So, I'll let her decide the date."

Seeing the uncertainty in Mr. Thatcher's eyes, Jack worried that any ground he'd previously made with her father was quickly disappearing. As he continued, he felt himself choke on his emotions and his eyes watered. "Mr. Thatcher, I love Elizabeth. I've never cared for another woman the way I do her, and I promise you this, we're living together, but I respect her wishes, and we won't…I mean, I'd never push her. Sir, we're not…"

Jack had never had to discuss such personal matters with the father of a woman he was dating, and he felt as though he was beginning to suffocate. "Mr. Thatcher, I just want you to know…" tongue tied, the words he wanted continued to evade him.

Mr. Thatcher never thought he'd have a conversation like this regarding Elizabeth. Julie, on the other hand, most likely, as he had already experienced talks with young men on her behalf, more so in her wilder, younger days, but never Elizabeth. No matter at what age, or time, he simply never thought that there would be a situation where she was living with a man, no matter how special he was to her, prior to marriage. Surprisingly, he was not disheartened, disappointed, or searching for his shotgun to push for a fast wedding. The more he talked with Jack, the more he felt the love this man had for his daughter, and he realized that he simply needed to let go.

As difficult as it was to let go, he had to admit that he did enjoy rattling Jack's cage somewhat. He watched Jack sweat in a room that by all accounts was quite comfortable, and he observed him pacing, much like an expectant father.

"Mr. Thatcher, I have to admit, I've never had a conversation like this with a father, and it's quite uncomfortable. I promise you, Elizabeth is safe with me, physically and emotionally, and I would never do anything to compromise the relationship we've built together," Jack's voice was strong and unwavering.

Jack continued, "I have to be honest with you, sure she could go back to her place, Steve Fisher is in custody, and Eli Walker is…well, he's dead. But Mr. Thatcher, I enjoy riding with her to work, coming home and fixing dinner, taking our dog out for walks on the beach, and knowing that when I go to sleep at night, she's safe in our home which is protected by an alarm system. So, I hope you can understand."

"Jack, if we were talking about a different woman, I might not believe you, but I know my Elizabeth, and I appreciate what you went through to protect my daughter. I can even appreciate the fact that you're afraid to have her away from you." As tears filled his eyes, Mr. Thatcher continued, "Maybe one day if you are fortunate enough to have a daughter, you'll understand how special they are, and why you have to be so careful with them."

"I know how special she is, and every day, I am more thankful for her than the day before…"

Hearing Elizabeth out in the entryway, Mr. Thatcher stated, "Well, I guess that's all I needed to know."

They walked out of Mr. Thatcher's study, and although Jack walked in a nervous wreck, he exited with a smile on his face.

Catching a glimpse of Elizabeth, his eyes went from her face to her feet and back up to her beautiful smile, "You are breathtaking."

"You're quite handsome yourself… are you okay?" she replied as they closed the distance and kissed.

"Ahem…" Mr. Thatcher cleared his throat. "Honey, I'm still here, and he's fine."

"Is it okay if we leave now?" she asked.

Looking at her father for guidance, Jack wait for Mr. Thatcher to respond.

"Yes, I believe we're finished. Thank you, Jack."

"Thank you, Mr. Thatcher…"

"Jack, why don't we go with William…"

"Thank you, sir, I mean, William…"

Back to the present…

Her eyes were wide, and it appeared as though she was not breathing. "Breathe honey, it's okay; in fact, it's all good."

"How can it all be good, Jack. I don't see my father talking with you about our sleeping habits. But more so, I find it hard to believe that he actually gave you his blessing to sleep with me."

Jack pulled her into his chest holding her tight as he felt her body pushing against him. "Shh, I'm telling you it's okay."

"Jack, didn't you hear my father say he had a gun cabinet? I can't believe you were honest with him about that; what he must think about me…about you. Oh, what am I thinking, he was a guy once; he knows what it was like?"

"Well honey, I hate to break it to you, but your dad is still a guy, and whether you believe it or not, he believed me when I told him that you are there with me, but we're waiting until marriage."

"Well, did he tell you that he had been to prison before and he had no problem going back?" she asked.

"What…your dad has been in prison before?"

She laughed, "No, of course not, but that's what he used to tell Julie's boyfriends during her real wild phase thinking that would keep them in line."

"Well no, he didn't tell me that. Don't worry honey; it's all good."

"So, are we gonna be in the same room at my house?" she asked.

"Uh no; I wouldn't go that far."

"I'm glad you see it that way, because I could never sleep with a man, any man…even you, in my parent's home."

As they continued their journey back to the car, Jack asked, "Since we've told your parents, when do you want to get married?

"Well, maybe we should let you get through training, and situated in your new position before we get married. What do you think?"

"You know how I feel about it, but maybe it would be best to get my training completed and into my new position."

"Since we're looking at doing it on the beach, how about spring?" she suggested.

"WOW, that's like six months away."

"I know but the beach would be too cold for a wedding now," she reminded him.

"Okay, if you want spring, then spring it'll be," he agreed as he opened her door and she slipped inside his SUV.

Jack and Elizabeth spent the remainder of the weekend with her parents, cooking out on their side patio, enjoying the fire pit, and playing board games, before retiring to their individual bedrooms, with one at one end of the hall and the other several doors down.

Sunday morning, Jack and Elizabeth ate breakfast with her parents before gathering their belongings and heading home.

As Jack pulled out of the driveway he stated, "I personally think that went quite well."

"You're still breathing, so it's definitely better than I had envisioned," she responded.

Back in Virginia Beach, Elizabeth called Faith, "Hey, we're home. I was just checking to see if you were around so I could come get Maverick."

"Carson took him to the doggie park, and they aren't home right now," she advised. "How did the visit go?"

"It went great. Jack is even on a first name basis with my dad."

"That's wonderful; so, when are you getting married?"

"We don't have a date set, but we're thinking sometime this spring on the beach."

"That's wonderful, but I'm sure it's not soon enough for Jack," Faith mentioned.

"I'd like it to be sooner too, but it's too cold right now to get married on the water."

"What about in my backyard?" Faith offered.

"What, really?"

"Please think about it. I mean if you want the beach, that's fine, but it's warmer inland, and we could do it here so easily."

"Thank you so much for the offer; I appreciate it and I'm not set on the beach. I mean, I was just trying to do something where we wouldn't have a lot to do to make it happen."

"Well I promise you; we could transform our backyard into a beautiful setting for a wedding," Faith assured her.

"Jack and I will talk about it. But to be honest, he doesn't really care, so I'm going to tentatively say yes, and I appreciate your offer," Elizabeth responded. "Jack has to bring me over to my house to get my Jeep. With everything that's been going on and the fact that I haven't needed it, do you know if it's working?"

"Didn't Jack tell you; Carson fixed it."

"No, but since I'm staying at his place, we've been riding into work together, but he'll be gone all next week, so I need my Jeep," Elizabeth replied. I appreciate Carson taking the time to work on it."

"He loves working on cars, but he doesn't get a chance to do it often, so I'm sure he'd thank you for giving him the opportunity."

An hour later, Jack and Elizabeth pulled into her driveway just as Carson and Maverick pulled in next door.

"Hey buddy," Elizabeth called out as she ran next door to see her four-legged best friend. "You had him wear his hat to the park?"

"Of course; he loves it. Besides when he's wearing it, he tends to take charge and not let any of the other dogs push him around."

"Does he stick his tongue out at the other dogs too?" she asked.

"No," Carson joked, "I think that's reserved for you."

"Hey, thanks for offering us the opportunity to get married in your backyard," Jack stated.

"You're welcome…wait, you're getting married?"

"You mean Faith didn't tell you?" Elizabeth was shocked.

"Faith," Carson yelled into the house. "Jack and Elizabeth are here."

Faith rushed outside; she hugged both Elizabeth and Jack. "So, tell how it went?"

"Wait, how what went?" Carson called out. "Oh, and you guys are engaged?"

Faith laughed, "I didn't tell him, because he's worse than a girl; he can't keep secrets."

"Enough about me and my shortcomings, you two are engaged?" Carson hugged Elizabeth and stuck out his arm to shake Jack's hand.

"Yes, we just went to tell her parents, so now we can let the cat out of the bag, so to speak," Jack replied.

"Wait, where's your ring?" Carson asked.

"I don't need a ring," Elizabeth stated. "Jack once told me that he wanted to get engaged at the Eiffel Tower in Paris, but he asked me by a beautiful lake while he carved our initials in the trunk of a tree."

"Elizabeth said that you offered your backyard for the ceremony; are you serious?" he directed his question to Faith.

"Of course, we're serious," Faith responded as Carson agreed.

"Well, maybe we should all think of some dates and go from there," Elizabeth suggested. "We were thinking maybe Jack could get his training finished and into his new position before we start moving full force on the wedding."

"That's probably smart," Faith agreed. "Planning a wedding can be stressful in and of itself, but if you have other things on your mind, it can drive you crazy."

Jack and Carson stepped inside to grab a beer while Elizabeth, and Faith sat on the front steps as Maverick laid out in the yard.

"Are you moving back home now?" Faith asked.

"I don't think so. Jack even told my dad we were living together…"

"And what happened?"

"Well, Jack is still walking, so needless to say, I'm surprised…ecstatic, but surprised."

Although Jack and Elizabeth were invited for dinner, they apologized, knowing that they needed to get home to prepare for Jack's early departure in the morning.

On their way home, and since they still hadn't gone grocery shopping, Elizabeth drove her JEEP back to Jack's and waited on him as he picked up dinner at Tupelo Honey; fish 'n chips for him, and crispy Brussel sprouts and fried green tomatoes for her. He also surprised her with a S'mores cake, which they split before taking their final walk of the evening with Maverick along the water.

"I wish I didn't have to leave in the morning," he whispered as they faced each other, neither one looking forward to the necessary separation. His hand feathered through the hair on the side of her head. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her, and that he was going to miss her like crazy, but instead of speaking his lips pressed against hers and relayed all the emotions he felt.

"I don't want you to go, but I understand that you have to. I just hope you know how incredibly proud I am of you."

"Well, you know, you could come with me," he suggested.

"I wish I could, but I have court on Tuesday and Friday."

"Friday, you're coming up for the dance, aren't you?"

"Yes, but you told me it was Saturday."

"No, I'm sure I told you Friday."

Jack, I'm just as sure that you told me Saturday, but I have court at 9, and I'll leave right after that," she promised. "I'm flying anyway so we can ride back together, so I just need to change my flight."

"I'm sorry; if I told you Saturday, I'm sorry."

"You know Jack, with everything that's happened recently, there's been a lot going on. I'll work it out," she assured him. "Hey, do you have your phone on you?"

"Who are you calling?" he asked as he pulled his phone from his back pocket and handed it to her.

"No one, I'd like to dance with you, and I'm looking for a song," she stated as she looked through his music files. Not seeing it, she went online, "Oh, there it is…"

Pulling up the file for the song "To Make You Feel My Love" by JJ Heller, she pressed 'play' and sat his phone on a piece of driftwood.

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I would offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
There's no doubt in my mind where you belong

I'd go hungry, I'd go blind for you
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

Storms are raging on a rolling sea
Down the highway of regret
Winds of change are blowing wild and free, yeah huh
But you ain't seen nothing like me yet

There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
Make you happy, make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love

"I love you," Jack whispered as the moon cast a golden glow on the beach below, and his lips immediately met hers. Slow and sweet, hot and intense, he held her, not wanting to let go; not wanting to say good night, and certainly not looking forward to saying goodbye for the week.

Lost in each other's eyes as the waves calmly rolled on shore, neither one paid attention to the encroaching tide until it covered their bare feet.

"Ooh…" Elizabeth squealed as his arm behind her knees swept her up into his arms. Carrying her out of the surf, they called to Maverick who followed them to the path where Jack placed her feet back on the sand. Walking hand in hand, they made their way back to the house, crated Maverick for the night, and headed for bed.

Jack gave Elizabeth his bathroom where she showered off the beachy feel, and he slipped down the hallway where he took his shower and was in bed by the time she was finished.

Ordinarily, Jack slept in a pair of boxers or shorts and no shirt, but with Elizabeth in his bed, and out of respect for her, he wore a pair of navy-blue lounge pants, and a white tank top. He pulled the bedding back on her side and waited on her to finish in the bathroom.

She walked out wearing his North Face sweatpants and white dress shirt that she'd previously worn. Slipping into bed, she mentioned, "I hope you don't mind."

"Of course, I don't mind, but I guess we should have picked up some of your things when we were over at Carson's today."

"Oh, I have pajamas in my bag, but I…"

"You what…?" he asked as he scooted over closer to her.

"I figured…" she started as his arm went around her waist. "Jack, I thought it wouldn't be difficult on you for us to be in the same bed if I was wearing your clothes."

He pulled her closer, "You thought wrong…"

"I'm sorry; do you want me to change or I can sleep in the other room…"

"No…no, don't leave," his voice was soft, and soothing. He inhaled and his warm breath seemed to ignite the fire that she'd felt smoldering since they were on the beach.

She turned in bed to face him; less than an inch away, her eyes met his, "This isn't going to work, is it?"

"I never said it would be easy," he kissed her forehead and turned away, doing his best to keep her from realizing just how intensely her touch was affecting his body.

She rolled over; each one lay still, her back resting against his. It certainly was not because they were angry, but more so allowing a safe, acceptable touch between them. Both closed their eyes, each one struggling to fall asleep, pleading with their bodies to calm, remaining awake until her hand found his and their fingers laced together.

Somehow during the night, while still asleep, they found each other, and woke hours later, her in his arms as her head rested on his chest.

"Good morning," he whispered before kissing the top of her head.

"Good morning," she responded as she pulled her covers back and started to get out of bed.

Still holding her, he asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to fix you some breakfast so you can eat before you leave."

"I don't want any breakfast; I just want to lay here with you," his arms around her upper body held her close.

"Jack…"

"Uh-huh…"

"I'm gonna miss you."

"Well, I had a talk with Maverick and he's going to keep you busy while I'm gone," he teased. "Oh, I forgot to ask; is Faith keeping Maverick next weekend?"

"Yes, I offered to board him at the vet, but Carson is quite attached to him," she replied. "Oh, what time is the dance?"

"Dinner is from six until seven-thirty, and the dance starts at eight," he advised. "Let me know what time your plane is scheduled to land, and I'll have a car there to bring you to the hotel so you can get ready."

"Honey, that's not necessary, I can get a ride."

"Elizabeth, let me take care of you…"

"Jack, I'm sorry; I'm not used to giving up my independence."

"I'm not asking you to give up your independence; I'm just asking you to rely on me; to let me do things for you. Oh, maybe that does sound like you're giving up something, but you're not alone anymore."

"Okay Jack, when I rearrange the flight, I'll let you know…thank you."

"Oh," a thought came to her mind, "When is the swearing in ceremony?"

"Next Monday in courtroom #1; you will be there, won't you?"

"Of course, I'll be there; I mean, I think we're required to be there anyway."

"You aren't just coming because you have to be there, are you?"

"Jack, I'm incredibly proud of you and your accomplishments; of course, I'll be there."

"But I want you to be up at the bench with me, holding the Bible as I take the oath…"

"Don't you think your mom will be upset if you don't ask her?" she asked as she sat up in bed.

Sitting up to face her he responded, "Honey, if we were married there wouldn't be any question about who would hold the Bible. Are you still worried because people will wonder about us dating? Because truthfully, whether you know it or not, most everyone already knows that I'm crazy about you."

"Okay, if you're sure that your mom won't be hurt, I'll stand with you and hold the Bible," she promised. "But right now, I need to go fix breakfast."

An hour later, Jack, carrying his overnight bag and a suit bag, followed Elizabeth outside. He opened the driver's side door of her JEEP and stood at her open window as she fastened her seatbelt, neither of them wanting to say goodbye.

"I'll call you this evening after I get out of training. I love you and I can't wait to see you on Friday," Jack leaned in her window and kissed her before watching her drive away.

Elizabeth had no court or appointments scheduled, so she planned to use the day to catch up on paperwork. Sitting at her desk, she received a text from Jack…

"I'm checked n & training starts this afternoon. I'm at the 4 Seasons…Miss u!"

"Miss u 2, but like my mom said when we were kids, just 4 more sleeps…"

"Don't think I can sleep w/o u w/ me…"

"I'm always w/ u Jack…"

**Knock, knock, knock…

"Come in," Elizabeth called out as Maury Brickhouse stepped into her office, making certain that the door was closed tightly behind him.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he took a seat.

"I'm fine, why?" she replied.

"I just want to make sure that you're getting what you need to help you through this."

"Maury, making sure that Detective Fisher stays locked up and gets what he deserves is what I need." Assuming that's all he wanted she was surprised when he remained seated. "Is there anything else?"

"Look your personal life is your business, but Judge Thornton called me this morning…"

"He's not a judge yet," she replied.

"Close enough," he responded. "Anyway, he asked if I could try to keep your cases out of his court because you were uncomfortable."

"Oh, I told him that I was going to talk to you, but to be honest, I just think it's best if possible that I not have cases in his court. Is that a problem?" she asked.

"For the most part, no, but there may come a situation where courtrooms get changed and we don't have any control over that," Maury explained. "Do you mind me asking, how serious you two are? I mean, if it's casual and may not last long then it's not necessary to worry over."

"We're engaged…"

"Oh, well that puts a different spin on things," he commented as he stood up and walked toward the door. "Congratulations, I'll do what I can. Oh, by the way, did you get the notice that panic buttons are being installed on all the desks?"

"No, I didn't hear about that," she stated as she stood up when he approached her desk.

Glancing on the inside wood panels on the inside of her desk, he stated, "The company is coming in tonight after the office closes, and I assume that it will be installed right here," Maury pointed to the underside of her desk just to the left of her middle drawer.

"Thank you for letting me know."

"The alarm, although hooked up won't be working until Wednesday to give everyone a chance to get used to it being there. You know, we don't want a bunch of false alarms going out because people are hitting them by accident."

Maury stood up and glanced around her office, "I have to tell you that I like your desk where it is now. I know we said you could decorate your office however you wanted, but I never like having my back to the window, so that was a smart move."

"Jack changed it around for that very reason."

"He's a smart man…"

"I think so, after all, he chose me," she stated with a smile and a soft laugh.

"I need you to leave your office unlocked when you leave so the workers can get in," he advised.

"I understand, and thanks for letting me know," she stated as Maury wished her a safe day, opened the door and disappeared into the hallway.

After work, Elizabeth stopped by the photo shop, picked out the frames she wanted for the pictures she selected for Jack's office. All work was done in-house, and she was assured that she could pick up her finished pictures on Thursday.

On her way to Jack's house, she stopped by the grocery store and picked up coffee, salad fixings, a package of chicken legs, vegetables and a bag of Popcorn to share with Maverick.

Once home, she opened the door and immediately plugged in the code, 5227, before closing the door behind her. She put her groceries away before grabbing Maverick's leash and heading with her fur-buddy for a walk out on the beach.

They walked, listening to the quiet of the empty beach, the only sounds she heard were coming from a few seagulls and the gentle waves as they washed onshore. Feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket, she pulled it out and smiled as Jack's face lit up the screen.

Taking a seat on a piece of driftwood as Maverick chased a bunch of sand crabs, she answered her phone, "Hey Babe, how is your training going?"

"First I need to tell you that I miss you, but the training is very informative; I just wish it was local so I could be home with you at night."

"I miss you too. Oh hey, I talked to Maury today and he told me that you called him."

"I'm sorry; I know you said that you were going to handle it, but I had hours of driving time alone to D.C. and well…I called him. I hope you aren't mad."

"No Jack, I'm not mad. I don't know what he told you, but what he told me is that he'll do his best, however, sometimes courtroom placement is out of his control."

"I understand, but Elizabeth, it's important that we keep work, at work, and don't let it impact our personal lives."

"I agree Jack. If I have cases that end up before you, I don't want special treatment."

"But you are special," he quickly responded.

"I appreciate that Jack, but you have to agree that I will be treated like any other probation officer."

She could hear him laughing softly, "What are you laughing at?"

"So, I'm supposed to treat you like the others, you know the ones I'm not sleeping with…"

"Jack Thornton, that sounds horrible and you know that's not what we're doing."

He continued to laugh, "Are we sleeping?"

"Yes…"

"And are we together?"

"Yes, but…"

"Sounds like we're sleeping together…"

"Okay, you can win this one, Jack, but don't get used to it. I'm very competitive and I don't like to lose arguments," she admitted.

"Trust me, I already know that."

Two days passed and everything continued as normal. Elizabeth had court on Tuesday morning and several appointments in the afternoon. At home in the evening, she fixed dinner, and then took Maverick for a nighttime walk while she and Jack talked on the phone.

"Where did you go for dinner?" she asked.

"I'm just calling room service."

"Jack, you don't want all your colleagues thinking that you don't like to socialize," she mentioned.

"My group is fine," he quickly responded as he thought about the 30 something brunette from Alexandria who, at the end of today's training, had invited him out for a drink and "whatever…"

"Jack are you there?" she could hear him breathing, but he suddenly went silent.

"I'm fine; I just miss you," he responded. Before she said anything further, he continued, "Hey, I'm going to be honest with you."

"Oh, that sounds ominous," she uttered. "I mean, I appreciate you being honest, and you've never given me a reason not to trust you, so what's wrong?"

"No, it's actually very good…"

"Okay, what is it?" she asked.

"There is a woman in my group who invited me out for a drink, and 'whatever.'"

Now it was Elizabeth's turn to be silent. She trusted him; well at this point he'd given her no reason to ever suspect him. It simply startled her that a professional woman would jump on him so quickly.

"Elizabeth, are you there?"

"I'm here; but I'm confused, how is that a good thing; what did you say?"

"I said, no thank you; what did you think I would say?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that I thought you went out with her. I was wondering if you simply said 'no.'"

"I told her that I was engaged to the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and I wasn't looking for anything or anyone else."

"I love you, Jack. Aren't there some men you could have dinner with?"

"Actually, most of them brought their wives with them as a little getaway. I guess that's why Heidi assumed I was alone."

"Heidi…hmm, that sounds like a homewrecker's name," she interjected. "Jack, I'm sorry that you had to go alone. If I wasn't working, I'd have gladly gone with you."

"I know; I've just gotten used to us being together, and I like that. Being apart just feels wrong somehow," he disappointedly added.

"Is there anyone in your group that you could hang out with?"

"Honey, I really don't want to hang out with anyone. Besides, phones aren't allowed in the training room, so once we're done for the day, the only person I want to talk to is you…"

"How is it that you always know the perfect thing to say?" she asked; sounding as though she was teasing, but she was quite serious.

"I'm just speaking the truth… oh, getting off the Heidi topic, when does your flight arrive?"

"Oh right, Friday afternoon at 3:35…"

"I can't wait to see you," his voice was soft and filled with emotion. "I have something really special planned."

"Jack, what are you planning; it's a dance, right?"

"Huh…? Oh yes, a dance…"

"Jack, what's going on?"

"Nothing honey, but it's cold up this way, so dress warmly."

"Jack, the dance is inside, right?"

"Yes, but the location of the dance is a bit of a drive, and like I said, it's cold up here."

"Well, your SUV has a heater."

"Yes, it does, but you have to walk from the car to the…to the dance, so it's colder here than it is in Virginia Beach."

"Okay, but now I'm thinking my dress won't be right, maybe I need something fur lined," she stated as she thought about her sleeveless, sweetheart bodice teal ombre formal gown.

"No, I'm sure that your dress will be perfect, just bring your coat."

"Okay, you've made your point, I'll pack my coat."

"How's Maverick?" he asked.

"He's fine. I think he loves living here; much like me, the beach is his happy place." She placed her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone, "Maverick, come here," she yelled.

"What's he doing?" Jack asked, wishing with his whole heart that he was with her at that moment.

"He's following a herd of sand crabs down to the water."

"A herd…?"

She giggled, "Well, you say a gaggle of geese, a school of fish, and a pod of dolphins, but what do you call a bunch of sand crabs?"

"I think the official term is cast…as in I see a cast of sand crabs," he replied.

"Did you just make that up?" she asked.

"No, but I did just look it up…" he teased.

"Well then, Maverick was following a cast of sand crabs toward the water."

"Come on, Mav…" she called out as they started back to the house.

"I love you," he stated.

"I love you too," she responded.

Once inside, the alarm was set; Elizabeth poured a glass of wine and stretched out on the sofa, pulling the blanket from the back of the piece of furniture to cover her body, while neither one wanted to end the call.

Watching "The Bachelor," she questioned how so many women could fight over one man, and she commented that there was no way a man could be trustworthy if he told one woman that he had feelings for her, but turned right around and kissed another.

"Honey, it's a TV show; and a lot of what they do is for ratings only," he reminded her.

"Oh, hey someone's at my door, I'll call you tomorrow. I love you…good night."

"Okay, I love you," she responded as they ended their call.

Several hundred miles away, Jack answered the door to his hotel room. Standing in the hallway was Heidi Newton, 5'10" in her 4" heels, wearing a little black dress that fell mid-thigh. It was sleeveless, V-neck, and had a panel of sheer mesh at her waist, and two more panels between her upper thigh and the short hemline.

He didn't invite her inside, but then again, he didn't ask her to leave either. She pressed the door open, closing it behind her once she entered his room. She pushed him up against the entryway wall, "I always get what I want, Jack," she stated as she pressed her body hard against him and her lips quickly found his.

He may not have intended it to happen, but her warm lips opened something inside him as his wants and needs quickly began to burn through.

"I can't do this; I'm engaged," he barely managed to speak in between her rapid-fire kisses.

"You want me, Jack…you want this," she whispered as she nipped gently along his bottom lip. "You don't get this at home, do you…? Just relax, no one else has to know." Her lips worked their way along his neck, as her fingers fiddled with the buttons on his shirt and the belt on his trousers.

"I'm committed to Elizabeth."

"Oh, sure you are, but she's not here. If she was committed to you, she'd be here." Glancing around his large room she responded, "I don't see anyone else in here. Looks to me like you're separated."

"I'm not separated," he replied as his own desire for the touch of a woman began to override all rationale.

"Jack, don't you know that if you're more than fifty miles away from your boyfriend, girlfriend, husband or wife, you're separated, and not obligated to be faithful."

Although he knew that what she was saying was wrong, at that moment, his body was so turned on, that he found it difficult to turn back.

"But I love Elizabeth…"

"Maybe you do; maybe you don't. But she's not here…love me tonight, Jack," she whispered in his ear as her hand slid along his abdomen, across his pelvis and grabbed his crotch.

What is with women who grab your crotch, the thought was fleeting as he couldn't control the electricity that was coursing through his body.

"Oh, my Jack, looks like your little buddy isn't so little; you know you want this every bit as much as I do."

Before Jack realized what was happening, his shirt was off, her hands were caressing his body; his trousers were unzipped, his body was aroused beyond measure, Heidi was down to her bra and panties, and he was carrying her toward the bed.

He kept telling himself that he loved Elizabeth; that he only wanted Elizabeth, and that he would never want another woman but her. However, his body told him otherwise. Her perfume, soft touch, and oh, how she touched him, scattered the thoughts in his head, as his want and desire for this physical release overpowered him.

Admittedly he found Heidi to be hot, sexy and desirable, but he would never have pursued her, not at this time in his life. However, with her pressing the issue, and his inability to maintain a rational thought, it didn't seem that he was responsible for what was happening.

As they lay in bed, his hand slipped around her back and with the expertise of a magician, her bra was unsnapped and on the floor in a microsecond. His lips found her skin to be soft, and as he inhaled the jasmine scented body lotion consumed him.

Her breasts fit perfectly in his hand and mouth, and it was evident that she was quite skillful, certainly nothing like he assumed Elizabeth to be. The fact was Heidi was beautiful and just looking at her had his body excited. However, her touch set him on fire, so much so that somehow this experience made his deception worthwhile.

Jack closed his eyes doing his best to visualize Elizabeth beneath him. As he kissed Heidi, it was different, still wonderful and exciting, yet different, and he wondered how some people successfully experience multiple relationships at once. As quickly as that thought entered his head, it disappeared when she took control of his 'buddy' with her hand as she rolled him on his back and kissed her way down his chest.

At this point even when he closed his eyes, he didn't see Elizabeth. Finding it difficult to believe that she'd be doing the things that Heidi was doing to him, he simply removed her from his thoughts.

Jack's hands under Heidi's arms pulled her back up his body as he rolled her over and straddled her hips. He laced his fingers through hers as he lifted her arms above her head and his lips conquered hers.

There was truly no emotion, it was simply lust and need and desire and want as he positioned himself between her legs, penetrating her body with his erect, and very hard member.

He pressed deeper inside her, and as his lips covered hers, he swallowed the moans that escaped her mouth.

Heidi moved about the bed and his body like she was on a mission. He had to admit that it felt wonderful to be with a woman, and it made him wonder even more how he was going to wait for Elizabeth…apparently, he hadn't, and would this now set a precedent for future wanderings?

Jack had never been with such an experienced woman before. As he pressed deeper and deeper, eventually collapsing beside her, feeling practically numb, both emotionally and physically, he suddenly wondered how he'd allowed this to happen.

Would he tell Elizabeth? Of course not, for that would be the end of their relationship as he knew it.

He fell asleep in bed with Heidi's head resting on his chest and his hand resting against her bare back, feeling complete but knowing that he had betrayed Elizabeth and the love they shared.

It seemed as though it had only been minutes, but apparently hours later he woke to find Heidi straddling his body, hoping for round number two.

Jack's head told him 'no,' that the situation was bad enough; that he didn't need to make it worse. However, his body again said otherwise, and before he knew it, she was riding him much like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco at the World Championships.

The physical release felt worth it at the time, but as Heidi stood naked beside his bed professing "I love you," all the reasons why what he'd just done was so wrong filled his head. Heidi quickly dressed, kissed him before saying "Good night" and left the room.

Jack sat up in bed, sweat covering his body, some from the physical exertion, but most from the nerves. How could he ever look at Elizabeth the same way again? How could he have thrown away what they had for a romp in the sack? And probably the scariest thought was how would he keep this a secret from her?

In Virginia Beach, Elizabeth shot up from the sofa covered in sweat. Her breathing was rapid, her stomach was in knots, and she couldn't get the dream, or rather the nightmare visual of Jack in bed with another woman out of her head.

She grabbed her phone and sent him a text…

"I miss u…"

Lying in bed staring at the ceiling he immediately responded, "I miss u 2…"

"U r awake…?"

"Can't sleep w/o u…"

"U alone…?"

He found that question rather odd, so he immediately pressed her contact on his phone.

"Hello…"

"What did you mean?" he asked.

"Mean by what?" she responded.

"You asked if I was alone; of course, I'm alone."

"Before I answer that, do you think we're separated?" she asked.

"Separated…?"

"You know we're more than fifty miles apart, does that mean we're separated?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, but no, we are not separated, and I can't stop thinking about you. I wish you were here," he stated as her heart calmed just a bit. "So, do you mind telling me what you meant when you asked if I was alone? I mean, it's…" he glanced at his watch, "It's 3:00 in the morning. Who else would I be with?"

Before she could respond, he blurted out, "Oh my God, you think I'm cheating…"

"No, I don't…I was just asking. I mean we were talking on the phone and you said that someone was at your door, so I was just wondering who it was? I'm sorry, I didn't realize the time."

"Honey, that's because you fell asleep while we were on the phone. I listened to you rant about the concept of "The Bachelor" as the guy took two women out on romantic dates. I told you to change the channel, but you said that you had to find out who he picked."

Jack continued, "You fell asleep and I sat and listened to you breathing for about ten minutes before I told you I love you, and good night."

"I'm sorry, I had a dream that you were with that woman, Heidi."

He released a hard breath that he was unaware he was holding, "Well, to answer your question, yes, I am alone; I've been alone all night," he sincerely stated. "And Elizabeth…?"

"Yes…"

"The only woman I ever want to be with…is you," his voice was soft, and tender, and Marvin Gaye "Let's Get It On," romantic. "Why would you even think that I'd want someone else?"

"Jack, I don't think that about you, but I had a glass of wine, and you say I fell asleep watching 'The Bachelor.' I guess my mind just went a little crazy," she explained.

"Who was at your door earlier?" she asked.

That part did happen, but he couldn't explain it to her, at least not just yet anyway. "That must have been part of your dream too; no visitors here," he stated feeling increasingly guilty for telling her a lie.

"Get some rest and remember only one more sleep, after tonight, before we see each other," she reminded him.

"Yes, I remember; trust me I have been counting them down."

The following morning, Thursday, Elizabeth sat in her office working on a Social History Investigation and Report, while Steve Fisher, dressed in street clothes, appeared for his arraignment in Circuit Court, located in the building next door.

Present with his client, well known attorney, John Brown, advised Judge Creekmore that he had been hired to represent Steve, and he requested bond.

Lori Galbraith, Commonwealth's Attorney fought hard against bond given the serious nature of the offenses.

Sitting in her office, Elizabeth received a call requesting her immediate attendance in Circuit Court. Not having prepared herself for this possibility, she saved the material on her computer, and immediately left her office, stopping momentarily to see if Janice had time to go with her.

She knocked on Janice's office door but received no answer, so she walked to the front of the Court Service Unit to check out. Observing that Janice was signed out to court, she resigned herself to going alone, hoping that she wouldn't have to see Steve.

She walked along the sidewalk to the huge court building next door. With each step her heart pounded more frantically, and some how she felt as though her legs were getting shorter and shorter. Although she knew logically that she was the same height as when she left her office, she felt small…so small. She walked inside, almost as if she was now walking on her knees, and she was fearful that emotionally she'd be unable to face her assailant.

She made her way through the metal detector at the front doors of the court building and started up the escalator to Judge Creekmore's courtroom.

Stepping inside, she was called to the front, as the bailiff stepped back into Judge Creekmore's chambers. Moments later, everyone rose and Judge Creekmore reentered the courtroom.

Elizabeth was called to the stand. Taking a seat, it was the first time since the incident the previous week where she found herself looking Steve in the eyes. She was scared, actually petrified but she kept telling herself that she was not going to allow him to take her down.

"Ms. Thatcher," Judge Creekmore called out, quickly gaining her attention.

"Yes sir…"

"We're here today for Mr. Fisher's arraignment and to discuss bond."

"Seriously…after what he's done, and the threat made to my life…"

"Objection, your Honor," Attorney Brown called out.

"Mr. Brown, as you are aware this is not a trial, and in order to determine bond, or the lack thereof, I need to hear from the victim, so please remain seated." Judge Creekmore turned back to Elizabeth, "Go on…"

"Judge, Mr. Fisher has threatened me and my fiancé…"

"You don't even have a ring. He's not going to marry you; besides, you're mine…" Steve yelled out as his attorney did his best to quiet him.

"I don't think I need to hear any more," Judge Creekmore ruled, "Bond denied."

Steve was taken back to the jail and left sitting in the inmate area while a deputy retrieved his jail jumpsuit.

"Detective Fisher, what are you doing here?" Deputy Swanner asked as he headed for the control room.

"I was told to wait here, and the deputy would be right back," Steve replied.

"It's hard to get back in the swing of things. My wife just had a baby, and I've been out for the past two weeks, so I don't know what's going on around here."

"Congratulations…"

"Thanks, but you know that detectives are on the other side of the glass. Come with me so I can get you to the right room."

Seeing this as an opportunity to escape, Steve said nothing to correct the deputy's understanding. Opening the door, Deputy Swanner unknowingly released Steve into the general jail area, with easy access to the outside. Although he directed him to one of the conference rooms, where he could, as he assumed, interview an inmate, he closed the door and stepped back toward the control room unaware that Steve ran down the hall looking for the easiest and quickest way to escape.

Elizabeth heard sirens throughout the complex but thought nothing of it as the police department was located nearby. Later in the day, she opened her office door and found a police officer standing in the hallway.

As she walked to the mail room, she noticed that the officer was following her, "What's going on?" she asked as he was now only a few feet away from her as she collected her mail.

"Ma'am, Mr. Fisher escaped from jail, and I'm just here to keep an eye on you," Officer Harrell advised. "Detective Coulter told me that if you leave your office that I'm not to let you out of my sight."

Elizabeth felt slightly weak in the knees but had to admit that she was thankful for the protection. She returned to her office and sat at her desk unable to concentrate. A knock on her door had her hesitantly responding… "Y…yes; come in."

She was quite thankful when Lee opened her door, "Are you okay?"

"I don't know; you tell me."

"We caught him, so you're safe."

"Where was he?"

"Don't worry about it; you're safe…"

"Lee, where was he?"

"The alarm went off at Jack's house, but I was already on my way there to check things out."

"Oh no, Maverick…"

"He's fine. I have a key to Jack's and after he was taken into custody, I went inside to check things out. I took him for a walk, so I hope that was okay."

"Thank you so much, Lee. I appreciate everything," she responded. "Did you call Jack?"

"I did, but I guess he doesn't have his phone on him."

"He doesn't. They can't have them while in training."

"Well, I told him to call me, but I didn't leave a message."

"Thank you, Lee. I mean, thank you for having Officer Harrell stand outside my office to watch over things," she stated appreciatively. "You know, I like to think that I can handle things myself, but I can't. I get scared…" she stated as she wiped away several tears that rolled down her cheeks.

"Hey, Jack and I are best friends; he would never forgive me if I allowed anything to happen to you."

"Well, anyway, thank you for everything."

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Sure…"

"You've been friends with Jack for a long time, right?"

"Yeah, why…?"

"Does he just like to take care of people?"

"What do you mean?"

Before she could answer, Lee responded, "Elizabeth, I've never before seen Jack this way…I mean the way he is with you. He's a great guy, but he's not one to lead somebody on. He's dated other women, and he was always honest with them, but I think he was always searching…"

Searching…?"

"Yeah, I think he was always searching for you," Lee replied as he headed for her door. "Oh, congratulations on your engagement."

"Thank you, but how did you hear?"

"Rosie told me. I don't have any idea how she heard."

"Well, it doesn't matter now; my parents and his mom know, so we can start telling people."

After Lee left, Elizabeth picked up the framed pictures she'd ordered a few days ago from the local merchant and headed for home, thankful that Steve had been apprehended before having an opportunity to contact her. She'd barely made it inside the house when her phone rang. Seeing Jack's face on the screen, she excitedly answered, "Hey sweetheart."

Jack's voice was rushed, "Are you okay? I just got off the phone with Lee."

"I'm fine; just a little scared."

"I'm sure. I'm sorry that I'm not there with you…I just want to hold you."

"You know, it wouldn't have been so bad except that I was called to testify at Steve's bond hearing…"

"Bond hearing?"

"Don't worry, it was denied."

"Of course, it was denied, was there even a question?"

"Jack, I was testifying, and I said that he had threatened me and my fiancé, and Steve yelled out that I couldn't marry you…that I belonged to him." She took a deep breath before continuing, I think that's all Judge Creekmore needed to hear."

They talked on the phone while she fixed herself dinner, and he waited on his room service. Their call continued through their meals, the evening news, her final nightly walk with Maverick, and disappointedly ended as Jimmy Fallon closed out his Late-Night show.

At 3am, Jack called the Virginia Beach Jail to verify that Steve was still incarcerated. Hearing that the deputy who had mistakenly released him was on administrative leave, and that Steve was currently sleeping in his jail cell, Jack released a thankful breath, ended the call, closed his eyes and prayed for dreams of Elizabeth.

It was finally Friday. Elizabeth dropped Maverick off with Faith on her way into the office. With her carry-on bag left in the back of her JEEP, and her formal hanging by the driver's side passenger door, she headed for court and hopefully an early release day.

Thankfully, Elizabeth's case was heard first. She wasn't sure if everyone in Judge Banks' court felt sorry for her, and they hoped to rush her out, or if good fortune simply fell in her direction, but at that moment, she didn't care.

With court finished, and her name marked 'out' on the board, she headed for the parking lot and a weekend getaway with Jack.

She made it to Norfolk International Airport, breezed through TSA, and sat at Gate A-5 waiting on Southwest flight 4255, which was now slightly delayed. Thankfully, the flight was only 45 minutes from take-off to touchdown, so when she boarded at 3:30, she was only slightly later arriving than she had anticipated.

Jack was aware of the delay, and as such, his training finished early and unbeknownst to her, he was on the road to pick her up himself.

Elizabeth's flight landed at 4:20, and she was walking through the terminal looking for someone holding a sign with her name on it ten minutes later.

She caught his eyes, and quickly felt a pep in her step, as she rushed to him. He wrapped her in his arms, never so thankful to see someone as he was her. Having only been separated for five days, his lips met hers, a kiss so powerful and passionate that those around them would have sworn that they were witnessing a military homecoming.

Jack draped her dress bag over his arm and took hold of the handle on her carry-on, as they headed for the entrance to Dulles International Airport. Her arm through his, held them connected, as they walked through the airport, their eyes barely drifting from one another.

"I'm sorry that I'm late. Will we make it to the dinner in time?" she asked as they stepped into his hotel room at the Four Seasons.

"Don't worry about it. Take your time, this is a special night," his voice seemed to trail off as she disappeared into the bathroom with her dress bag and carry-on.

Standing by the window as he glanced down at the traffic below wearing his tux, he contemplated the evening ahead; the love he had for this woman, and the desire he had to make their commitment forever.

Elizabeth stepped out of the bathroom wearing a strapless formal dress with a sweetheart neckline, and a narrow silver beaded belt at the waist. The dress was eggshell at the top but was considered an ombre style as it gradually changed to teal toward the bottom. The back went straight across from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, providing a lace up appearance down the middle of her back.

Her hair fell in soft auburn curls over her shoulders and down her back. Elizabeth's jewelry consisted of a Pearl and Diamond Infinity Drop pendant, a silver Pandora bracelet, and pearl and diamond earrings, all prior gifts from Jack.

"Elizabeth, you take my breath away; you're so beautiful," the emotion was easily discernible.

She approached him; seeing his eyes water, she asked, "What's wrong."

"I'm just so happy that you're here, my training is over, and I just love you so much."

His mind was no longer on the fears of the evening. All he could see and think about was her, beautiful inside and out. He helped her into her grey coat with four buttons down the front; he grabbed his jacket and they headed downstairs.

Seeing banquet rooms filled with partygoers on the first floor of the hotel she asked, "Where is the dinner?"

"It's in Doswell…"

"Doswell? Why there? I mean all of the new judges are here; so, everyone has to drive to Doswell?"

"I guess if you want to be there for the special festivities, you have to travel."

They stepped outside and a crisp wind caused her to immediately button her coat. "Well, you know what?"

"What…?"

"I don't care where the dinner and dance are. I'm here with you and I couldn't be more thankful…" she stated as the valet pulled up with their SUV.

Jack opened her door and helped her get situated before stepping closer, "You are beautiful."

"You told me that, but maybe it bears repeating…" she smiled.

As they travelled down I-95, it took them a little over an hour to cover the 76 miles from Washington, D.C. Pulling into the parking lot, Elizabeth had no idea where they were until she observed the Kings Dominion sign.

"An amusement park? Not that I mind, but an amusement park seems like as odd place to come wearing a formal."

He parked the car near the front, walked around, opened her door and helped her out. Walking inside, she couldn't help but to notice that there were very few cars in the parking lot.

"Are you sure this is where we're supposed to be?" she asked.

"Yes, it's out further into the park. Are you warm enough?" he pulled her closer.

"I'm very warm, thank you," she responded as she continued to wonder why the powers that be would have the new justices come to training in D.C. only to have them travel to an amusement park for their dinner/dance…not to mention the fact that she saw no other couples inside the park.

Holding his hand, they continued further into the park. "Are you okay, Jack?" she asked as he seemed nervous.

"No, I'm fine."

Hearing music playing in the background, Elizabeth assumed that they were headed in the right direction. As night fell, the lights in the park illuminated the area around them.

She'd been to Kings Dominion before, but it had been many years ago, so when they stood at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower replica with its blue and pink lights illuminating the structure, the significance still didn't click.

As a local band played, Elizabeth was mesmerized by the scene before her, not thinking that anything else could have surprised her more. That was until she turned to Jack.

He reached into his pocket and dropped to one knee, "I know this isn't the real Eiffel Tower, and I do promise to take you there one day." As his eyes filled with tears, he continued, "I love you; I believe I loved you before we even met, but I know that my life is nothing without you in it. Elizabeth, I know I asked you before, but this ring makes it official…will you marry me?"

She was suddenly speechless. She wanted to respond, but she was literally speechless. It had nothing to do with not wanting to marry him or thinking about her nightmare with him in bed with Heidi, or even the trauma they had each experienced at the hands of Steve Fisher and Eli Walker. What it boiled down to was that she couldn't believe that a man would go to such emotional and monetary expense for her.

"Elizabeth, are you okay…? Please tell me you haven't changed your mind…"

Her head was telling her to scream it from the rooftops…she took a deep breath, and as he confusedly began to stand, she yelled, "YES, YES, YES…"

"Yes, you said yes?"

"Jack, I love you. I don't know what you see in me; I've been nothing but trouble since I arrived in town, but I do love you and I can honestly say that I've never said those words to anyone but you." She took a deep breath, "Yes, I would be honored to be your wife."

Jack finally stood and slipped the ring, an 18K white gold engraved solitaire band with a 2-carat diamond onto the ring finger of her left hand. His arms around her waist pulled her close as their lips met. Although it was cold outside, their lips were warm, and the heat of the moment passed through their bodies.

As Jack held her in his arms, the band began to play "I Knew I Loved You" by Savage Garden…and they danced.

Maybe it's intuition
But some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant
And there it goes,
I think I found my best friend
I know that it might sound
More than a little crazy
But I believe

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

There's just no rhyme or reason
Only the sense of completion
And in your eyes, I see
The missing pieces I'm searching for
I think I've found my way home
I know that it might sound
More than a little crazy
But I believe

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

A thousand angels dance around you
I am complete now that I've found you

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

As the music ended, Jack's hand behind her head, pressed her closer. He kissed her deeply and passionately as the outside world seemed to fall away. His forehead rested against hers as they each grabbed some much-needed oxygen.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too…"

"Jack was there really a dinner and dance tonight?" she asked.

"Actually, there is, but on my drive up, I saw this place and I remembered the replica of the Eiffel Tower and I couldn't pass up the opportunity," he explained. "Oh, and while we're on the subject, last night the jeweler came to my room with your ring. That was the person who was at my door. I didn't want to lie to you, but I couldn't tell you until after I gave you the ring."

She held her hand up to admire her newest piece of jewelry, "Jack, this is absolutely beautiful. I love it…it's perfect!"

The park was basically closed except for a few services that Jack had managed to contract out in order to pull off his repeat proposal. "Are you hungry?" he asked, knowing that all food services were shut down in the park.

She stepped closer, nibbled on his earlobe before whispering, "Actually, I just want to go back to the hotel with you."

He took hold of her hand and as he thanked the workers who helped his plan come to fruition, they headed for the parking lot. He opened the passenger door and held her hand as she managed to slip inside, gathering her dress before he closed her door.

The hour and twenty-minute drive back to D.C. was quiet; music played from the radio, but few words were spoken. Jack knew she was struggling with what she felt he wanted and what she truly knew she was able to give.

Once inside their room, she sat on the bed, "I want to be with you, Jack."

"Honey, does this have anything to do with Heidi?"

Elizabeth stood up and walked over to the window. Starring out into the darkness, she didn't respond until his finger under her chin turned her to face him, "I don't know, maybe…you two were having such a good time…twice."

"Twice, huh…" he did his best to ease the tension. "Elizabeth, I'm very happy with the way things are, and when we're married, our time together will be beautiful."

"Would you like anything to eat?" he asked.

"No, I'm fine. I'm going to change…"

"Elizabeth," he took her hand and turned her back to face him, "Please don't worry about me. I'm content the way things are."

She walked to the bathroom, "Hey," he called out. When she turned around, he smiled, "You look beautiful tonight."

Elizabeth rushed back to him; her arms wrapped around his neck while his arms crossed behind her and rested on the small of her back.

"I love you, Jack Thornton," she whispered.

"I love you, Elizabeth Thatcher, soon to be Thornton," he responded. "You are going to take my last name, aren't you?"

"Of course, I am…"

Elizabeth kissed him before slipping into the bathroom, returning to the bedroom moments later wearing her green plaid flannel pajama pants and a black long sleeve t-shirt.

Jack was already in bed, wearing his teal Tommy John lounge pants and black short sleeve t-shirt, with the comforter pulled back when Elizabeth stepped out of the bathroom. Excusing himself to brush his teeth, he was back beside her before Elizabeth was even settled on her side of the king size bed. Neither one had a side, as together they always woke up in each other's arms, needing no more room than a twin-size bed.

Elizabeth turned on her left side as Jack scooted over, his chest pressed against her back. His arm went around her waist and he pulled her close against his body as she could feel his warm breath against her neck. Although it would have been easy physically to give in to the needs and desires that each one felt, but weren't openly acknowledging, what she could morally give, and he take was what they presently had…bodies touching; they were together in mind, and spirit, and with the ring on her finger, they were officially engaged. Each one released a thankful breath and fell asleep, the best night's rest they'd had all week.

The following morning, they woke, choosing to lay in bed holding each other for part of the morning. Following breakfast, they headed out on a sightseeing excursion with Elizabeth commenting that it had been years since she'd been to the Washington Monument, The White House, Smithsonian Institute Museums, Lincoln Memorial, or taken a stroll along the Potomac River.

They held hands as they navigated the crowds in and out of the various museums, with Elizabeth's favorite being the National Museum of Natural History. Once inside, she found herself standing in front of the famous Hope Diamond.

"Hey Jack, you know that's what I call an engagement ring…" she teased.

"Honey, I'm not sure that anyone in the World could afford that one. Besides, it comes with a curse," he stated, a way of justifying his choice not to get it for her.

"Really? I don't think I've ever heard that."

"Yep, according to the legend," he began as others standing around listened in, "A curse started when the beautiful blue diamond was originally stolen from an idol in India. The curse is said to be bad luck or death not only for the owner of the diamond, but for all who touch it."

Jack continued realizing that as he talked, more and more people gathered around to listen. "The story goes that it was unearthed in the Golconda mines in southwest India, and made its European debut in 1642 at which time it was bought by a French merchant who in turn sold it to King Louis XIV for quite a large profit. Sadly, he was later mauled by a pack of dogs. The diamond remained with the French royal family until it was stolen in the late 1700's during the French Revolution. Unfortunately, Louis XIV and Marie Antoinette were both beheaded and they are assumed to be victims of the curse."

"How did it get its name?" an older gentleman in the crowd around him asked.

"Well, they say that the diamond disappeared for several decades before finding its way to King George IV, and his estate sold it to pay off debts. Somewhere around 1939, Henry Thomas Hope acquired the diamond and that's where it got its name. After Mr. Hope's death, the diamond went through several other family members, before moving outside the Hope family in order to cover massive familial debts."

The crowd broke into applause, thanking Jack for the informative talk they'd just received.

"Holy cow, Jack…no thank you, I don't want anything to do with it," Elizabeth stated as she turned away from the magnificent gem.

"Oh honey, not that we could afford it, but I think the stories are just superstitions, and they lend for great reading."

She leaned in, "Well, whoever owns it can keep it; this ring right here," she held up her hand, "Isn't leaving my finger…" she kissed him as many in the group offered their congratulations.

They continued walking, taking in the sights of the city and eventually finding themselves sitting along the Potomac River as boats passed by.

He held her left hand as he glanced down that the ring on her finger, and strong symbol of their love. "So, Ms. Thatcher, do you have any idea how much I love you?"

"Oh, Your Honor…"

"It's a turn on when you call me that," he laughed. "I'm just kidding; I mean, everything about you is a turn on for me."

"Well, let's get you on the bench, and after we get used to that new normal for our lives, we can plan the wedding, okay?"

"Okay, but the sooner the better…"

He stood up and held out his hand, which she gladly took, and they continued their way, finishing their tour that evening at the Lincoln Memorial.

Back at the hotel, they were both exhausted, so room service seemed appropriate. Jack called down to the Bourbon Steak Restaurant and ordered a cart of food which consisted of steak, Lobster Pot Pie, Spinach Fiorentini, Black Truffles, and creamy mac and cheese.

Elizabeth slipped into the bathroom to change, and once she was finished, she made a beeline for the bed. By the time the food arrived, Elizabeth was sound asleep as Jack pulled the cart up to the foot of the bed and sampled some from each dish while watching the New England Patriots play the Charlotte Panthers.

He glanced back and watched her sleep. This was the life, his life, and he felt as though everything was perfect in his world…their world.

Elizabeth never woke and he eventually rolled the cart back outside into the hallway, brushed his teeth and slipped into bed. He swore there was no feeling like sleeping with her body up against his, and with every night that they were together, he was more and more thankful.

The following morning, they grabbed breakfast at the hotel restaurant, checked out and headed back to Virginia Beach, with one stop at the Shepherd's to pick up their precious puppy.

Jack pulled into her driveway and walked next door to pick up Maverick. Elizabeth slipped inside her house to grab the navy-blue suit from her closet for tomorrow's swearing in ceremony. She held it up to herself in the mirror, a slimming pencil skirt with a one button closure jacket and a white tank top. The beige heels with the straps across the ball of her feet and at the ankles that were already at Jacks would go perfectly.

They visited with Carson and Faith, as Elizabeth flashed her beautiful engagement ring for everyone to admire. Elizabeth and Faith chatted in the kitchen over cups of coffee while Carson and Jack drank a beer and watched football.

"So, how was your training?" Carson asked.

"It was good, but to be honest, I don't think you get the hang of the position until you're in the position," Jack responded.

"So, you think you and Elizabeth will be able to keep from killing each other?" Carson laughed. "I mean, it's hard for Faith and me when she comes into the office to help out, but nothing like I would think it would be for you and Elizabeth."

"We'll just make it work."

"Jack, it's easy to say that, but can you imagine how you'd handle it if Elizabeth does something with a case that you don't agree with?"

"Elizabeth and I agreed that work stays at work, and we are a couple when we leave the building."

"Well, I wish you luck…"

Following the football game, Jack and Elizabeth gathered Maverick and headed to the beach and their home.

As the sun went down for the day, Jack, Elizabeth and Maverick made their way down to the beach for a walk. They'd walked two houses down when Elizabeth showed him her new favorite place to sit and think. It was a large piece of driftwood tucked up near the bottom of a dune with sea grass growing nearby, making her feel somewhat hidden from view.

The following morning, Jack and Elizabeth dressed; her in her navy-blue pencil skirt suit and Jack in his black suit, with black tie and white dress shirt.

"You look handsome, very judicial..."

"You are beautiful, and I'm so proud to have you there with me. But Elizabeth, this isn't the best day of my life."

"It isn't...?" she asked thinking that comment to be a bit odd. "I would think that it was a highlight in your life, Jack."

"The best day of my life was when I pulled over on the side of the road and met you..." he stepped forward and gently pressed his lips to hers.

"I love you..." she smiled warmly.

"I love you too."

She handed him a box which he opened to reveal several 11" x 14" framed photos, some of which were taken on the day they originally became engaged. There was a picture of an old country wagon with large spoke wheels, two pictures of sunsets that were taken from the beach behind their home, a picture of their initials in the oak tree, a picture of the bald eagle with his wings spread as he floated through the air, a picture of Maverick, and several from the winery fields they visited.

"These are beautiful, and so special," he stated as he wrapped her in his arms. "Today is a special day, but it's even more so because you're here with me."

"I'm so proud of you, Jack, and as for the pictures, you don't need to hang them all at one time; I mean, you can rotate them," she stated as she walked back to the table and grabbed another box. "You'll need to keep these hidden…"

"What are you naked…?" he laughed.

She looked somewhat disheartened as if he'd learned her secret, "How did you know?"

"Seriously," he began ripping open the box. "Okay, funny," he stated as he found three small square mini blocks, two of which had pictures of Elizabeth, and the third was a picture of Jack and Elizabeth together. They were displayed on a stand with "Memories" engraved on the front.

"Those can stay in your desk, and if you ever feel the need to feel me close, just open your drawer…"

"Elizabeth, you do realize that you're wearing an engagement ring I gave you, right."

"Of course, Jack."

"Well, don't you think that people will expect me to have pictures of the woman I love in my office?"

"I suppose, but I don't want anyone questioning you about whether or not I get preferential treatment."

Jack took her hands, "I think you may be the only one worrying about that."

"Well, just do as I ask for a while, and let's see how it goes."

"If it makes you feel better, I'll keep your pictures in the drawer of my desk."

Jack took Maverick for a walk while Elizabeth got ready for work and the swearing in ceremony. Once they returned, Maverick was secured in his crate and Elizabeth fixed a pot of coffee while Jack dressed.

Wearing a black suit and tie, Jack took her hand and out the door they went, each one carrying their much-needed cup of coffee. Thirty minutes later, they arrived, and walking toward the Juvenile Court building, Elizabeth was surprised by the news reporters present to provide coverage of the swearing in ceremony.

Before they entered the building, Jack was caught by reporter, Gabrielle Woolard, and he took hold of Elizabeth's hand so she wouldn't disappear.

"Judge Thornton, could we have a minute of your time?" she asked as her cameraman took video of both Jack and Elizabeth."

"I'm not actually a judge yet, so maybe we should hold off on an interview until later," he suggested.

"Who might this lovely lady be?" she asked.

Jack smiled, just as proud to have her on his arm as she was of his accomplishments. "This is Elizabeth Thatcher, my fiancé."

"Ms. Thatcher, you must be very proud of him today."

"I am very proud, but I'm proud of him no matter what."

Needing to get inside, Jack apologized that they could not stay longer, and he and Elizabeth continued inside the building. Following her passed the elevators and staircase as she headed for her office, he was still walking beside her.

"Don't you need to go upstairs?" she asked.

"No, I thought we could just go together."

"Jack, Steve is locked up, I'm safe."

"I know that, but…"

"Jack, are you afraid that I'm not going to show up?"

"No, of course not. I just like being with you," he responded. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what?"

"Do you not want anyone to know we're together?"

His question shocked her. "Jack Thornton, I love you, and I'm proud of you, and if I didn't want people to know we're together, would I do this?" she asked as she stepped forward and kissed his lips.

Leaving him speechless, she continued, "I know that everyone, or at least most everyone knows we're together. I was just trying to keep them from thinking about us as a couple while we're working. But you're right; I'm probably the only one worried about it."

To show him that she was going to 'let it ride,' she observed Janice walking from the restroom to the Court Service Unit entrance and called her over.

"Hey Judge…" Janice addressed Jack.

"I'm not a judge yet, but hey, I want to thank you. I understand that you're the one who got the officers down to the stairwell last week. You very likely saved her life, so thank you."

"You're welcome and good luck…" Janice stated as she started to walk away.

"Hey," Elizabeth called out.

Janice turned around and observed Elizabeth's left hand in front of her face, with her new piece of jewelry being difficult to miss.

"Is that what I think it is…? You're engaged?"

"Yes…"

Janice squealed and pulled Elizabeth into a hug. Seeing other probation officers milling about Janice yelled out, "Elizabeth and Judge Thornton are engaged…"

Immediately she turned back to Elizabeth, "Oh, was I supposed to keep that quiet."

"No, it's time everybody knew how important he is to me," she took his hand and they continued into their department amid numerous congratulations.

Elizabeth and Jack sat and talked in her office until 9:30 at which time they walked to court, making their way through the crowd that was forming. Mrs. Thornton was sitting in the front seat, and as Elizabeth slipped through the swinging doors to say hello and was startled to find her parents sitting beside her.

"Mom, dad, I didn't know you were coming."

"Well, Jack is going to be our son-in-law, and we thought it was only fitting that we show our support," her father advised.

"Mom, dad, this is Jack's mom, Charlotte Thornton."

Charlotte smiled, "Oh honey, your mom contacted me last week and we met this morning for breakfast."

"Oh, well I'm glad to hear that," Elizabeth stated. "Charlotte, while I'm thinking about it, Jack asked me to hold the Bible during the swearing in ceremony. Is that okay with you?"

"Dear, you're the one he loves…" she stopped as she glanced at Elizabeth left hand. "It's official; she's wearing a ring," Charlotte stepped forward and pulled Elizabeth into a hug, followed quickly by her mother and father.

Charlotte couldn't wipe the smile from her face even if she'd tried, "Anyway, you are his fiancé, and you should be the one standing with him."

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure."

As everyone took their place, Jack held Elizabeth's hand as they walked to the front of the courtroom. With all her co-workers zeroing in on their handholding, the ceremony began.

Following a short prayer, Judge Olds approached the front as Elizabeth was handed the Bible. With Jack's left hand on the Bible, Judge Olds began…

"Jack, please repeat after me…" Judge Olds stated as she read the oath and he repeated it…

"I, Jonathan Thornton, do solemnly swear that I will administer justice without respect to persons, and do equal right to the poor and to the rich, and that I will faithfully and impartially discharge and perform all the duties incumbent upon me as a Judge under the Constitution and laws of the United States. So, help me God."

Having received no instruction on what was to come next, Judge Olds took the Bible from Elizabeth's hand and Judge Banks draped Jack's judicial robe over her arm.

Elizabeth stepped behind him. Opening the robe, he slipped his arms inside and closed the zipper in front.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to present to you The Honorable Jack Thornton…" Judge Olds announced.

NOTE: Before people get all in a tizzy, please go back and read the scene with Jack and Heidi...IT'S A DREAM GUYS, and unfortunately some of you are missing that part and flying off the handle. Sadly, I can't respond to those of you who are guests, but if you know anything about me and my stories, you should have known it was a dream when you were reading it. Jack will never be unfaithful to Elizabeth. Sorry if you missed the paragraph after that scene where Elizabeth wakes up and realizes that she's had a dream or rather, nightmare!

To be continued…