Chapter two
Bailey smiled at Sam his hands still resting on her sides. He had dreamed so
often about holding her again, he was loath to release her.
"Bailey Chloe led me to believe she was cooking dinner for us this evening."
"I did make a cake, Mom." Chloe spoke up.
"I told Chloe I'd take you both out for dinner." Bailey tried to sooth over the moment.
"You don't have to do that. I'm sure we can manage to find something here to make."
Sam was still standing in the circle of his arms. It didn't seem at all out of place for
her to be so close to him. She was remembering other things about Bailey she had
always liked. Besides his hugs, his deep baritone voice, his scent part cigar smoke,
part leather and then something that was just him.
"What ever you think best Sam. If you want stay home." Bailey didn't wish to argue with
her. Not when it had been so long since they had spoken.
"Come inside Bailey, I want to show you my room." Chloe took hold of his hand and urged
him through the door.
"I want to see your room sweetheart." Bailye let the girl lead him inside and flashed a look
at Sam like he couldn't help it, she wanted him to see her room.
Sam smiled after them and went to look for dinner ingredients. She found spagetti sauce
and stuff for salad so it looked like they could make do.
"Chloe your room is nice, how do you like school here?" Bailey was admiring her decorating
skills, peach and yellow bedspread and curtains with pillows and stuffed animals.
"I like school okay, but I'd rather be back home. I'm glad you could come, mom is too I can tell."
Chloe was still holding Bailey's hand. "You can stay overnight and maybe Saturday night too?"
"That's up to your mom sweetie. Let's go help with dinner. " Bailey leaned in an kissed her on
the cheek. Then urged her towards the door.
"Mom! Bailey says he wants to help make dinner." Chloe announced as they entered the kitchen.
It was blue and white and larger then the average kitchen. With room for a large table at one end.
"Don't be silly he's our guest. You start making the salad. " Sam was stirring the sauce she'd added
several intregidents to perk it up a little knowing Bailey made his own sauce when he had the time.
"Let me help with something?" Bailey asked pulling off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves.
Sam glanced his way as she was stirring the sauce, she noticed the cords of muscle ripple in his
arms as he finished rolling up his left sleeve. Bailey was all solid strength, something Sam had
only noticed after working with him for several years. Before that she had only taken him for
granted as her friend and boss.
Bailey stood in the middle of her kitchen looking like a dream come true. He wanted to help
and he was there because he still cared. Even after the terrible way she had left him.
"You could set the table then, the glasses are there and the silvware in the drawer by the
fridge." Sam continued to stir the sauce. Her heart beat was going a million miles an hour
just from the sight of Bailey with his shirt sleeves rolled up and smiling at her .
Those dreams she had been having the past year were making her think of him as more
than just a friend. They were giving her romantic ideas about him. She was noticing more
details than ever before, the breadth of his shoulders, his beautiful dark brown eyes.
Even his hands were masculine, wide and strong, but still graceful as he folded napkins for
her table.
"Mom can I have ice tea with dinner tonight?" Chloe piped up from the counter where she was
cutting up a tomato for the salad.
"Yes, you may. But only tonight."
"Bailey would you like wine with dinner?" Sam asked knowing he often did drink with with his meal.
"I think ice tea sounds good." Bailey winked at Chloe.
Bailey smiled at Sam his hands still resting on her sides. He had dreamed so
often about holding her again, he was loath to release her.
"Bailey Chloe led me to believe she was cooking dinner for us this evening."
"I did make a cake, Mom." Chloe spoke up.
"I told Chloe I'd take you both out for dinner." Bailey tried to sooth over the moment.
"You don't have to do that. I'm sure we can manage to find something here to make."
Sam was still standing in the circle of his arms. It didn't seem at all out of place for
her to be so close to him. She was remembering other things about Bailey she had
always liked. Besides his hugs, his deep baritone voice, his scent part cigar smoke,
part leather and then something that was just him.
"What ever you think best Sam. If you want stay home." Bailey didn't wish to argue with
her. Not when it had been so long since they had spoken.
"Come inside Bailey, I want to show you my room." Chloe took hold of his hand and urged
him through the door.
"I want to see your room sweetheart." Bailye let the girl lead him inside and flashed a look
at Sam like he couldn't help it, she wanted him to see her room.
Sam smiled after them and went to look for dinner ingredients. She found spagetti sauce
and stuff for salad so it looked like they could make do.
"Chloe your room is nice, how do you like school here?" Bailey was admiring her decorating
skills, peach and yellow bedspread and curtains with pillows and stuffed animals.
"I like school okay, but I'd rather be back home. I'm glad you could come, mom is too I can tell."
Chloe was still holding Bailey's hand. "You can stay overnight and maybe Saturday night too?"
"That's up to your mom sweetie. Let's go help with dinner. " Bailey leaned in an kissed her on
the cheek. Then urged her towards the door.
"Mom! Bailey says he wants to help make dinner." Chloe announced as they entered the kitchen.
It was blue and white and larger then the average kitchen. With room for a large table at one end.
"Don't be silly he's our guest. You start making the salad. " Sam was stirring the sauce she'd added
several intregidents to perk it up a little knowing Bailey made his own sauce when he had the time.
"Let me help with something?" Bailey asked pulling off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves.
Sam glanced his way as she was stirring the sauce, she noticed the cords of muscle ripple in his
arms as he finished rolling up his left sleeve. Bailey was all solid strength, something Sam had
only noticed after working with him for several years. Before that she had only taken him for
granted as her friend and boss.
Bailey stood in the middle of her kitchen looking like a dream come true. He wanted to help
and he was there because he still cared. Even after the terrible way she had left him.
"You could set the table then, the glasses are there and the silvware in the drawer by the
fridge." Sam continued to stir the sauce. Her heart beat was going a million miles an hour
just from the sight of Bailey with his shirt sleeves rolled up and smiling at her .
Those dreams she had been having the past year were making her think of him as more
than just a friend. They were giving her romantic ideas about him. She was noticing more
details than ever before, the breadth of his shoulders, his beautiful dark brown eyes.
Even his hands were masculine, wide and strong, but still graceful as he folded napkins for
her table.
"Mom can I have ice tea with dinner tonight?" Chloe piped up from the counter where she was
cutting up a tomato for the salad.
"Yes, you may. But only tonight."
"Bailey would you like wine with dinner?" Sam asked knowing he often did drink with with his meal.
"I think ice tea sounds good." Bailey winked at Chloe.