Disclaimer:  I don't own them.  Just like to horse around with them.

School Boy Heart is taken from a Jimmy Buffet song by the same name.

By popular request (madmadambeth) this story is a sequel to 'School Boy Heart'.  It takes place directly afterwards.

Diabetic Disclaimer: You are entering a fluff zone with a capital 'F' (Did you know marshmallow fluff was invented in Boston?-- Cal could tell ya) 

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~Woody~

I pulled away from the airport curb I had just put my brother on a plane back to Wisconsin.  I was beyond tired.  I hadn't slept since Cal called me from the airport a life time ago. My phone rang.  I answered it.

"Hoyt, you sound like hell."

"Good morning to you too Jordan"

"I wanted to call and say thanks for all you guys did..."

"Don't worry about it."

I suddenly thought about the picture I had emailed Cal just before he quit the military. I wondered if Dad would mind if I used his boat...

"Jordan?"

"Yes"

"What are you doing next weekend?"

"I don't know.  Why?"

"How would you like to join my brother and me on the lake?"

"You're kidding right?"

"Nope"

It had to be the 30 plus hours of no sleep.  Why was I doing this?  Taking Jordan to Wisconsin would be a big mistake.

"You don't get sea sick do you?"

What was I saying? Shut up Hoyt.

"Well let me see.  I think I'm on call..... Hey, wait a minute... how about the weekend of the fourth?"

I had to pull the car over to the curb before I wrecked it.  I had to be more tired than I thought. I couldn't be hearing this right.

"Did you just say you'd go?"

"Sure why not? It might be fun.  I could use a few days away."

"Ah umm. sure, ah ,I think I can get that weekend  off... I'll call, ah, Cal and see if it's okay with him."

I could hear her yawning in the background. 

"I'll give you a call later in the week."

"Ok"

She hung up and I pulled back out into traffic. Alright, Jordan Cavanaugh has just agreed to go away with me for the weekend.  Why the hell did I have to suggest my parent's place?

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~Jordan~

Why the hell did I agree to go away for the weekend with Woody Hoyt of all people? And staying at his parent's house for goodness sake?  It had to be the 48 hours without sleep during that whole Stephenson thing.  Well, that conversation was a little over month ago.  I had just got off the phone with him. He called to say he was on his way to pick me up to go to the airport.

I tried in vain to keep my plans from everyone at work. I thought I was successful until Nigel poked his head into my office this morning before I left to tell me the weather report for the western shore of Lake Michigan was going to be Chamber of Commerce perfect for the entire weekend.  He also asked if I packed my stall mucking boots.

I didn't, but I did pack a new bathing suit.  One that had a hell of a lot more material than the one I wore while living in LA.  Thank God for tanknis with board shorts.

This was just a weekend with friends... right?   Cal was a lot of fun.  It would be great to see him again and maybe get to know what makes Woody who he is.

I looked around my apartment one more time and pulled my bag up on my shoulder.  I might as well meet him at the curb.

I have done my share of spontaneous things in my life.  Maybe even a few I shouldn't have, but I don't think I have ever been this nervous before.  Maybe it was because the spontaneity of the moment died somewhere in the thirty some days of planning. 

I watched Woody pull up to my building and I my palms got sweaty.  It almost felt like I as running away from home. But three days of no bodies, no blood, and no questions would be a welcome change.  Even if it was only for three short days.

"Hey!"

"I feel like a traitor leaving Boston, Massachusetts on Fourth of July weekend. You ready to go?"

I could help but laugh at the nervous look on Woody's face as he spoke.  He tried his best to talk us both out of this trip. But it seemed like it took on a life of its own.  His family was really looking forward to seeing him and after the last trip there he really needed to spend sometime with them.  Then when I mentioned this weekend to my father he was thrilled.  He told me it would be great for me to get away for awhile; away without chasing someone or something.  The idea sounded almost foreign coming out of his mouth.

"Of course...let's go."   

Woody has silent the entire trip to the airport.   When our flight was announced for boarding he asked again if I was sure about this.  I began to wonder if his family was a pack of flesh eating werewolves.

I reached out and grabbed his hand.  I dragged him toward the gate with our tickets outstretched and  ready to turn over. 

 "Come on... I can't wait to see what Green Bay looks like in person and not covered in snow."

His only response was a laugh and a sprint down the enclosed boarding tunnel pulling me along. 

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~Woody~

We landed in a sunny Green Bay a little after five in the afternoon.  Cal said he would pick us up from the airport....if we made it. I left a voice mail for him when we changed planes in Chicago.... to make sure he knew we were indeed on our way.

When I called him last month to tell him of our plans he questioned my sanity bring Jordan to Kewaunee.  He figured Mom would take one look at the streetwise Doctor Jordan Cavanaugh and make Dad lock all the doors and windows in the house.  I told him I didn't think she would go that far but she would probably visit the church every day to light a candle in prayer for my eternal salvation.

I scanned the crowded the baggage claim for Cal and I didn't see him.  It was usually pretty easy to spot him.  He stood a head taller then most people.  Jordan tapped my shoulder and I turned around. Cal had just walked through the sliding glass doors that led out into the parking lot.  It was odd to see him in a deputy's uniform.  I could tell that he had had his hair cut Corps short under his wide brimmed hat.  Jordan caught his attention by waving to him.  Cal's face cracked into a wide smile as he walked toward us.

"Hey, we landed fifteen minutes ago brother." I said as he stepped up to us.

Cal ignored me and wrapped his arms around Jordan picking her up and swinging her around. Her squeal of delight could be heard around the concourse.  He was right about questioning my sanity.....

"Dude, you left me standing in Logan for over an hour." He said as he set Jordan down with a kiss on her temple. "Come on I have to get back to work.  The flying part is great, but the paperwork a bitch and I have a few more hours of it before I can take the weekend off."

"You were able to get the whole weekend off?" Jordan asked.

"I had to promise both Christmas and New Year's in return."

"I'm impressed you gave of New Year's Day football for me." I said grabbing the last bag off the baggage return.

"Sorry, I gave up Bowl Day to see Jordan in a bathing suit. You've got those bags don't you Wood?  I'm parked out front."

Cal grabbed Jordan's hand and turned to leave.  Jordan looked back at me with laughter in her eyes.

When was our return flight again?

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~Cal~

I couldn't believe it.  Woody Hoyt was back in Wisconsin, and with a beautiful woman in tow.  The town rumor mill would have enough grizzle for months with this. Maybe it will put me on the back burner for awhile.

We all piled on to the bench seat of my truck.  I pulled in and out of traffic jockeying for a place to get on the highway to take us back down home.

"Dude, did you have to pick rush hour to fly in at?"

Woody sputtered as usual.  It was too much fun pulling his chains.  The look on his face in the airport was priceless.  I knew if I hadn't left him standing there with the luggage I could have been facing a head butt in the chest. Uniform or not. 

Jordan pointed out the windshield asking Woody about landmarks we were passing.  They lived in one of the most fascinating cities in the nation and she still seemed interested in the passing landscape of an old blue collar 'burg'. Woody's a lucky man.

I just hoped Mom's plans wouldn't 'hose up' a fun weekend.  She gave me the third degree about Jordan after Woody had called her about the visit.  I told her what I knew, which frankly wasn't that much.  I did reassure her that she didn't need to worry about booking the church.  When I described Jordan she sat down heavily at the kitchen table.  I could have sworn she crossed herself when my back was turned. Mom just needed to get over Annie.

"Cal, what time do you think you'll get off tonight?"

I thought about the stack of work left to do.  "Oh, a couple of hours should do it."

"Want to go out and play some pool?"

"Can't.  Dad told me this morning the steering is off on the boat again.  He's got the parts but hasn't had time to work on it this week."

"Same thing that happened last time?"

"Yup"

"I'll take care of it after dinner."

"I was hoping you would say that. You know I hate to get my hands dirty."

The drive back to Kewanee was actually pretty smooth.  Woody saw a few familiar faces and waved as we drove through town.  I could feel Jordan stiffen beside me as we pulled on to Mom and Dad's tree lined street.  

"I thought you grew up on a farm?"

I laughed out loud as Woody backpedaled.

"I never said I grew up on a farm Jordan.  You said it."

"But you have been letting me call you 'farm boy' for the last two years...."

I met Woody's eyes over Jordan's head.  I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was. One of Mom's favorite movies was "Princess Bride".  We were forced to watch it a dozen times when we were kids.  

"I don't mind you calling me 'farm boy' Jordan.  I'm kind of use to it."

I was right. He's a lucky man.

I pulled the truck into the driveway and tapped the horn.  It wasn't necessary Dad was already coming out of the door waving.  Mom stood in the doorway I couldn't tell if she was ready to shut the door and throw the dead bolt or not.

I shook my head this was going to be an interesting weekend.