The next morning Jaime was pushing a cart carrying two covered trays up to the nurses' station. Vicky was working behind the counter.

"Is he awake?" Jaime nodded toward Steve's room.

"The orderly is in there with him right now, Ms. Sommers," Vicky replied. "Give him a few minutes. He should be done soon."

Jaime lifted the cover from one of the trays to show to Vicky. "How's this? Is it too much? Or not enough?"

"That looks like the right amount." Vicky nodded in approval.

A minute later the orderly left the room. Jaime then wheeled the cart into Steve's room.

Steve was resting comfortably in bed.

"Good morning, Sir," Jaime greeted him cheerfully. "I bring you delicacies from the cafeteria to excite your taste buds and satisfy your appetite!"

Steve chuckled. "You're bringing me breakfast?"

Jaime nodded as she placed one of the trays on the overbed table and rolled it in front of him. "I worked it out with Vicky. Rudy has me scheduled for tests all day so I figured the only time I could see you was at mealtimes. And since I have to bring my food up here anyway, I might as well bring yours."

"Well, I used to dream about you bringing me breakfast in bed, but this isn't quite the way I pictured it," he replied as he took the lid off of the tray.

That caught Jaime by surprise. She had never really given much thought to what activities they had done when they were dating and engaged. "I never…?"

"No, never." He nodded. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, he quickly changed the subject. "This looks delicious!" he exclaimed as he checked out the scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast.

"Oh, I slaved for hours over a hot stove to bring you this feast," she joked as she sat on the chair next to his bed and pulled up the cart to use as a table for herself.

Steve laughed and then stared at her for a moment as she dug into her food. She took his breath away with her beauty and humor. It was the same Jaime but without the feelings she used to have for him. God, he missed her.

Jaime noticed the somber look on his face. "Steve, are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fine," he lied as he forced a smile. He eyed the glass of orange juice on his table and picked it up. "You remembered."

"Yes," she replied. "For some reason my Swiss cheese memory remembers a lot of orange juice and I even recall an incident when I broke a glass of orange juice with my hand."

"But there's no pain, right?" He couldn't hide his concern.

"No, no pain. But, it's funny – I can't recall when that incident occurred."

"We were at my folks' place…toasting."

"With orange juice? What were we toasting?"

"Well, we were toasting you."

"Me? What for?"

Steve hesitated but she was looking at him with a curious gaze. "To the future Mrs. Steve Austin…our engagement." He bowed his head.

"Oh," was all she could manage to say.

There was an awkward silence between them. Steve quickly filled his mouth with food and so did Jaime. They ate in silence for a couple of minutes.

It was Jaime who finally broke the silence. "Steve, I don't want you to talk about something that is painful for you, but our dating and engagement is something I'd really like to know more about. It was an important time in both our lives and I really don't know much about it. I just have fragments of memory from then."

Steve looked at her and thought for a moment. Could he put aside the pain and talk to her about that time? Would it help stir her memories of their love? He decided he would chance it. "No, I'm fine. What do you want to know?"

"How did our relationship start?"

"Well, my folks were over at the ranch helping me fix it up and mom showed me your picture in the paper. Apparently, when either one of us shows up in town, it's big news."

Jaime smiled. "Ah, life in a small town. So was your picture in the paper too?"

"No, I had managed to stay under the radar up to that point. It took the paper another week before they found out that I had bought the ranch."

"So what happened next?"

"I went looking for you. But I didn't have to look long. You were at the first place I looked – the tennis courts."

"Why did you come looking for me?"

"Well, I saw this picture of a beautiful woman who I had grown up with and hadn't seen in four years. And I couldn't let the opportunity to see you again pass me by."

Jaime blushed and smiled. "So did we start dating right away?"

"Not right away. I tried to talk you into pizza at the Capri but you already had a date for that evening and you wouldn't break it."

"I wouldn't?"

"No, and I was really jealous," he admitted. "After dark I had walked into town with dad and saw you having dinner on the patio with 'what's his name.'"

"You were spying on me?"

"Well, not intentionally but, you know, I can see very well in the dark."

Jaime smiled. "I bet you were wishing you had a bionic ear too that night."

"That would have been kinda handy." Steve smiled sheepishly. "But the next day mom maneuvered things so that we met at the lake."

"Good ole Helen."

"Yeah, she always liked you and was doing her darn best to play matchmaker." Steve chuckled. "At the lake you told me that you had broken it off with 'what's his name' and I was very relieved. So I suggested we get serious. We kissed and started dating after that."