FROM CHAPTER 4:
Harm was amazed. His voice grew louder and louder with every minute. "You couldn't do it? My god, Mac, no one cared who he died for. They cared about what he died for. He died to protect America. He knew that I would come for you. That we would finish what he started. Stop being selfish. Yes, I want to make this work with you but you need to want to make this work with me. You need to…I don't know. Maybe you should go before I say something I will regret."
Equal venom was in her voice as she said, "I think I will. Call me when you have your head out of your six." The door made a loud thud as she slammed it behind her.
Harm sat on the couch, the day replaying in his head. "What do I do now?" The walls did not answer.
CHAPTER 5:
Mac was furious at what Harm insinuated. The anger and thoughts drove her car to her favorite running spot. Running always seemed to calm her down. As if she was on autopilot she locked her car and started stretching. Five miles ought to be good. When I am done I will stop by and apologize. I should have known that he would want to do this on his own. But, my god, he is so infuriating. Why won't he let me help him? Will it really wound his pride by letting me help? We were almost back into our normal rhythm…what ever that is.
While Mac was out jogging, Harm went to her apartment before doing the same thing. He didn't realize that Mac would be at the same park as him. He figured that she would be at home, pacing in a figure 8 around her couch and coffee table like she would always do when she was confused. He parked the car, at a different entrance, and started his run.
They were both in their own worlds when they "bumped" into each other.
"Sorry," they both said in unison.
Mac smiled. "What are you doing here?"
"The same as you I guess. I didn't see your car."
"I'm parked at the Miller Road lot."
"Oh."
"What are you really doing here Harm?"
"I went to your place. You weren't there."
"Why did you go to my place?"
"Jesus Mac, do I have to spell it out for you? I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. I was out of line."
She raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"
"Yeah. What more do you want me to say? That I love you? I do. Happy now?"
"Completely. But I want to apologize too. I was wrong to pressure you into trying to get your job back. And what you said to me about Clay and the funeral… you were right."
"That's it?" he asked, mimicking her previous mannerism.
"Oh, and I love you too. You wanna stop for some Ben&Jerry's and try again?"
He didn't answer her with words, just a kiss.
Ok… I know it's corny but I am really running out of ideas…I think this will be the last chapter of this story unless I can get a demolition crew to break down my writer's block. Thanks for reading and just keep livin'!! (..) xfool