From Part 2:
Harm was the first to pull away. "Let's get you out of here." He stood and helped Mac to her feet. He noticed for the first time she was in uniform. He was in such a rush to get here that he forgot why she needed him in the first place. He picked up the folded flag and looked at the grave with Mac.
"He was an honor to his country, Mac."
"He was an honor to me as well." Mac came to attention, and even though Harm wasn't in uniform he did the same; together they saluted his grave. Turning to leave Harm took Mac's hand as they walked to her rental car, stopping to pick up the bag he dropped earlier.
Part 3:
Hotel
They had made the trip in silence, except for Mac's directions to the hotel she was staying at. Her uncle had a house, but he had rented it out due to his incarceration. That was just another detail in many she had to sort out. Although nothing was official, she knew she was inheriting everything.
Harm took a quick shower while Mac changed out of her uniform and into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Mac had decided to stay at a pretty decent hotel. It was nothing fancy, but it did have a nice bathroom complete with garden tub.
Harm dried off from his shower and dressed, he then began to run her a bath. He figured she could use it after this morning. He found some of her bubble bath stuff on the counter and poured more than enough in. He brushed his teeth and went out into the main room. He found Mac sitting on the bed looking over some paper work.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" He gently asked as he walked over to her and started to massage her shoulders.
Ever since they left the cemetery he couldn't stop himself from touching her. He held her hand while in the car and was even so bold as to put his arm around her on the way to her room. She welcomed the physical support even if she didn't feel like talking right now.
"Just some of Uncle Matt's paper work, insurance, properties ... death certificate..." This last part she said quietly.
Harm sat down behind her and wrapped his arms around her drawing her away from all the papers scattered on the bed. Placing his chin on her shoulder, he held her close. He was glad and slightly surprised when she completely relaxed in his embrace. Even though they've been going through a rough spot in their relationship she still trusted him and just having him there made it all seem bearable.
"I started you a bath, why don't you go soak for a while? I'll take care of all this."
"Harm, you don't have...."
"Mac, I'm here to help you through this. I know there's nothing I can do to take away the pain, but I can take care of this paperwork. All you need to worry about right now is taking care of yourself and mourning your uncle. If I have any questions I know where you'll be."
"In the bathtub, right?"
She surprised even herself with how easily she was giving into him. It was hard giving up control, but it did feel good to have someone take care of her for a change. Something inside told her that Harm would not let her fall, she could trust him.
"Right," he said as he loosened his hold on her and they both stood up. Mac started to move toward the bathroom feeling more comfortable with him than she had since the Singer trial.
"I don't know, I think you're just looking for an excuse to barge in on my bath again," she said with a small smirk.
"Can't blame a guy for trying can you? Last time you had way to many bubbles…" He was glad that she could still joke around with him. It showed she was going to be okay…. that they were going to be okay.
She smiled at his comment, but just before entering the bathroom she stopped suddenly and turned her head to face him. "Harm..."
"Yeah." He turned toward her and looked her in the eye. The smile was gone, but her eyes held something he couldn't identify.
"Thank you....thank you for being here for me."
It was then he realized it was complete gratitude he was seeing in her eyes. Since knowing her, he had saved her from embarrassment, saved her butt in court, and had even saved her life a couple of times. But he didn't think he'd ever saved her from herself. In fact he'd be willing to bet the only person to ever do that was her Uncle Matt.
Suddenly everything that had drove a wedge between them this past year; his trial, Paraguay, working at the CIA….Webb. It didn't seem to matter anymore.
One thing was for sure, Webb was going to get his heart broken. Harm was here to stay and he wasn't about back down again.
"Your welcome, Mac." Harm looked at her with a new understanding of herself and a new understanding of what he wanted.
Mac felt the heat rise up in her at the way he was looking at her. She couldn't describe it, but it definitely gave her a very good feeling. She had the urge to go back to his arms but not for comfort. Mac quickly disappeared inside the bathroom before she did something they weren't ready for.
45 minutes later
Mac was still soaking in the tub. She couldn't stop her thoughts. They seemed to be going in all different directions. Her past, her father, her mother....she tried to find her mother but had no luck. Once in a blue moon she would get a postcard from her, but they just couldn't seem to find a connection with each other. Mac was fine with that. Her mother was everything she hated, everything she herself had been. Maybe that's why she couldn't form a relationship with her, she reminded her of herself when she was too weak to take control of her own life.
Would she have ended up like her mother, drifting from one place to the next if Uncle Matt hadn't intervened? She'd probably be dead instead. Killing herself with alcohol or something worst. Uncle Matt was the first person to put her best interests first. Mac had hated him at first for taking her away. The last thing she wanted to do was admit she had a problem; that she was like her father. But he got through to her in the end. That was all that mattered now.
Thinking about him brought tears to eyes again, but she didn't have the same feelings of despair as before. She could only guess it was because of the man sitting in the next room. She didn't know why, but something was different. He'd never focused all of his attention on her before. She hadn't forgotten that kiss either, but had no idea what it meant. It had taken them both by surprise. Usually one of them would pull away emotionally after such a display, but they where both still there.
She wasn't going to over think this, he was there offering his unconditional support and that was enough. She got out of the tub and started to dry off. She was surprised Harm hadn't come to check on her. She opened the door after putting her shirt and shorts back on and walked into the other room. She looked at the man lying on the only bed.
'Guess that answers that question.'
He was out cold. Mac looked around and found the papers she'd left him with lying on the desk separated into 3 different piles. She started toward the desk, when she stopped herself. 'He said he would take care of everything.' It was hard for her to admit, but she was glad she wouldn't have to worry about the legal aspect of things; she could give up control and know he would pick up the slack. So instead she moved onto the bed beside him.
Harm was lying on his back with the arm closest to her above his head and the other on his chest. Mac moved her body slowly next to his and rested her head on his shoulder. She suspected he had been up half the night going through airports trying to get here. She reached up and brought his arm down around her waist and fully relaxed against him bringing her hand to rest on his chest.
Harm stirred slightly but only tightened his hold on her and pulled her closer. Without thinking she brought her leg over between his. It was very intimate considering her thigh was now resting across his crotch, but she was too comfortable to move. It wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep as well.
3 hours later
Harm slowly woke only to find that he was having trouble breathing. When he opened his eyes he smiled when he saw Mac was practically lying on top of him. She looked so beautiful and peaceful lying there. His chest tightened at the emotions which rose up in him. He loved her, more than he ever thought possible. Who knew that two people that loved each other this much could cause each other so much pain?
He wondered how much of that pain could have been avoided if one or both would have just stopped to think instead of reacting defensively to everything being said. One thing was for sure, he didn't care about the past; at least not enough to let it impact the future.
Harm moved to tuck a stand of hair behind her ear before bringing his hand back to her waist.
"Maac..." He whispered, not wanting to startle her.
"Ummm," was her only response along with her moving her body against his. He was reminded just how close they where, especially when her thigh rubbed up against his crotch.
"Mac, we slept through lunch. Are you hungry?"
She slowly opened her eyes to look at him and in that instant he saw everything he ever needed in life gazing up at him.
"Actually I think I am." She was still looking at him like she had discovered the meaning of life.
'Maybe for once we're on the same page,' thought Harm when he saw she was making no effort to hide her feelings. 'Well, if she isn't going to hide, neither am I.'
"I have a few ideas, but first you're going to have to move your leg." He wasn't completely aroused, but he was hard enough for her to feel it. Just as expected she blushed when she realized what he was talking about, but she didn't move.
Instead she got a mischief look on her face and said, "Okay." If possible she got even closer to Harm and started moving her lower body provocatively against him, which mostly included her thigh against his erection.
He immediately tensed up and said quickly, "That's not what I meant and you know it." She stopped moving and looked at him with what could only be described as a shit-eating grin on her face.
"My mistake," she said innocently.
Harm began to breathe again, but Mac's leg was still in place over his growing member. He looked down at the contact between them and then at her face.
"Come on Mac, you're killing me." He wasn't quite whining, but it was close enough.
"Okay, I'll make you a deal. I'll move my leg if you move your hand out from underneath my shirt."
Now it was Harm's turn to blush. Sure enough, the hand that had been resting on her waist had somehow found it's way underneath her t-shirt and was know residing on her side just under her breast.
'How did that get there?' "Sorry." Slowly he moved his hand and at the same time Mac set him free of her leg.
"Don't be, I'm not." Harm turned on his side so they were now lying down facing each other. Mac moved her head from his shoulder to the pillow, but was still lying on his outstretched arm. Although he had moved his other hand out from underneath her shirt, it was replaced by his free hand on her waist. Their bodies where close together, but no longer touching.
Harm looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't figure out how to start. Mac just laid there looking at him waiting for him to find the words. Lunch could wait. Finally, he swallowed and looked up at her.
"Mac, why didn't you tell me about your uncle?" There was nothing accusing in his voice. In fact he sounded hurt, but she could tell he was trying to keep it out of his voice.
She reached over with the hand she wasn't lying on and placed it on his chest. "I wanted to. You have no idea how many times I picked up the phone." She had tears in her eyes but she kept her voice soft; afraid of breaking the spell they had fallen under.
"Bud told me to talk to you, that you would be home if I needed you." She paused and he looked down slightly guilty. "I came over Sunday, but it was raining so I called from my car to see if you where home."
"I was, I just didn't pick up." He wasn't proud to admit it.
"I know." She had no anger in her voice, just understanding.
"I would have picked up. I would have been there for you if I had known." He was a little surprised that they where having this conversation without accusing and placing blame. It felt good to know they might actually accomplish something with this conversation.
"I know, that's why I didn't say anything in my message." Before he could comment she placed her finger over his mouth. "To say that we were in a bad place in our relationship is an understatement. We both said some awful things to each other in Paraguay, the admiral practically kicked you in the gut when we got back and to top it all off you thought I was seeing Clayton Webb."
Harm looked up in surprise and hope at that last comment, but remained silent waiting for her to finish.
"I was sitting out in my corvette with the rain coming down and all I could think about was 2 years ago when I came to you the night Renee's father died. I know you hated turning me away, you wanted it to be me in your apartment not her. And although I envied her having you there to support her, I also felt sorry for her. I knew you only went with her out of obligation."
Harm was starting to see where this was going. He squeezed her waist in silent support.
"Maybe she couldn't read you well enough to know you where uncomfortable, and maybe she was mourning too much to notice you took the first opportunity to come back to JAG. But I know you Harm, and I couldn't stand the thought of that being me. Of you being with me out of loyalty of our past rather than the friendship we spent 8 years building. Does that make sense?"
A few of her tears had fallen and he wiped them away.
"It makes perfect sense. But you're not an obligation to me, Mac. No matter what we're going through you can always count on me, just like I know I can always count on you. I'm here because I love you and you shouldn't have to go through this alone."
They were both a little shocked that he had actually said it, but it wasn't a great surprise that the feeling was there.
"I love you too," Mac whispered with a soft smile on her lips.
Harm let out the breath he didn't remember holding. It was embarrassing but he had no idea what to do next. He was a little afraid to think that they might actually get this right. Luckily Mac had the next part covered for both of them.
She scooted closer to him with her hand still on his chest. When there bodies where barely touching she leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss that lasted longer than what would be considered friendly. The next time he leaned in and gave her the same kiss. By the time the third kiss came around they both were a little impatient. Harm took his hand off her waist to cup her face; keeping her from pulling away this time. She was only too happy to stay and to show this she deepened the kiss.
They both moaned as their tongues dueled side by side. Mac's hand went underneath Harm's shirt and for the first time she touched his bare muscular chest and chiseled abs. Harm's hand traveled past her neck and shoulder and cupped her breast.
Riinnggg
This time they both moaned from disappointment.
"I hate phones," Mac said as she pulled away from Harm.
Riinnggg
Harm shared her frustration and caressed her breast one last time.
"God, you're good at that," moaned Mac.
Riinnggg
Harm smiled and rolled over to grab the phone.
"Hello........yes she is, may I ask who's calling….I'm her attorney in this matter.......okay......how about in one hour......we'll see you then."
He hung up the phone and suddenly they were in the real world again.
"That was the lawyer handling the estate. We're meeting him at his office in an hour to go over the will."
Harm got out of bed and pulled Mac up as well.
"I guess that gives us time to eat something," Mac replied. For a few wonderful minutes she was able to forget why they were here. Now everything came rushing back and she had to fight back the tears. How could she be so happy one minute and so sad the next? Harm deserved more than this.
Harm saw her struggle and enveloped her in a hug. He suspected he knew what was wrong.
In a soothing voice, "You're only mission right now is to take care of yourself. Don't worry about me. I love you and I'll wait."
Mac pulled back and wiped the tears away. "I don't deserve you."
"Yeah, I know," Harm said with a grin. Mac playfully hit him and they both started to laugh. "Now go change so we can get something to eat."
TBC
Harm was the first to pull away. "Let's get you out of here." He stood and helped Mac to her feet. He noticed for the first time she was in uniform. He was in such a rush to get here that he forgot why she needed him in the first place. He picked up the folded flag and looked at the grave with Mac.
"He was an honor to his country, Mac."
"He was an honor to me as well." Mac came to attention, and even though Harm wasn't in uniform he did the same; together they saluted his grave. Turning to leave Harm took Mac's hand as they walked to her rental car, stopping to pick up the bag he dropped earlier.
Part 3:
Hotel
They had made the trip in silence, except for Mac's directions to the hotel she was staying at. Her uncle had a house, but he had rented it out due to his incarceration. That was just another detail in many she had to sort out. Although nothing was official, she knew she was inheriting everything.
Harm took a quick shower while Mac changed out of her uniform and into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Mac had decided to stay at a pretty decent hotel. It was nothing fancy, but it did have a nice bathroom complete with garden tub.
Harm dried off from his shower and dressed, he then began to run her a bath. He figured she could use it after this morning. He found some of her bubble bath stuff on the counter and poured more than enough in. He brushed his teeth and went out into the main room. He found Mac sitting on the bed looking over some paper work.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" He gently asked as he walked over to her and started to massage her shoulders.
Ever since they left the cemetery he couldn't stop himself from touching her. He held her hand while in the car and was even so bold as to put his arm around her on the way to her room. She welcomed the physical support even if she didn't feel like talking right now.
"Just some of Uncle Matt's paper work, insurance, properties ... death certificate..." This last part she said quietly.
Harm sat down behind her and wrapped his arms around her drawing her away from all the papers scattered on the bed. Placing his chin on her shoulder, he held her close. He was glad and slightly surprised when she completely relaxed in his embrace. Even though they've been going through a rough spot in their relationship she still trusted him and just having him there made it all seem bearable.
"I started you a bath, why don't you go soak for a while? I'll take care of all this."
"Harm, you don't have...."
"Mac, I'm here to help you through this. I know there's nothing I can do to take away the pain, but I can take care of this paperwork. All you need to worry about right now is taking care of yourself and mourning your uncle. If I have any questions I know where you'll be."
"In the bathtub, right?"
She surprised even herself with how easily she was giving into him. It was hard giving up control, but it did feel good to have someone take care of her for a change. Something inside told her that Harm would not let her fall, she could trust him.
"Right," he said as he loosened his hold on her and they both stood up. Mac started to move toward the bathroom feeling more comfortable with him than she had since the Singer trial.
"I don't know, I think you're just looking for an excuse to barge in on my bath again," she said with a small smirk.
"Can't blame a guy for trying can you? Last time you had way to many bubbles…" He was glad that she could still joke around with him. It showed she was going to be okay…. that they were going to be okay.
She smiled at his comment, but just before entering the bathroom she stopped suddenly and turned her head to face him. "Harm..."
"Yeah." He turned toward her and looked her in the eye. The smile was gone, but her eyes held something he couldn't identify.
"Thank you....thank you for being here for me."
It was then he realized it was complete gratitude he was seeing in her eyes. Since knowing her, he had saved her from embarrassment, saved her butt in court, and had even saved her life a couple of times. But he didn't think he'd ever saved her from herself. In fact he'd be willing to bet the only person to ever do that was her Uncle Matt.
Suddenly everything that had drove a wedge between them this past year; his trial, Paraguay, working at the CIA….Webb. It didn't seem to matter anymore.
One thing was for sure, Webb was going to get his heart broken. Harm was here to stay and he wasn't about back down again.
"Your welcome, Mac." Harm looked at her with a new understanding of herself and a new understanding of what he wanted.
Mac felt the heat rise up in her at the way he was looking at her. She couldn't describe it, but it definitely gave her a very good feeling. She had the urge to go back to his arms but not for comfort. Mac quickly disappeared inside the bathroom before she did something they weren't ready for.
45 minutes later
Mac was still soaking in the tub. She couldn't stop her thoughts. They seemed to be going in all different directions. Her past, her father, her mother....she tried to find her mother but had no luck. Once in a blue moon she would get a postcard from her, but they just couldn't seem to find a connection with each other. Mac was fine with that. Her mother was everything she hated, everything she herself had been. Maybe that's why she couldn't form a relationship with her, she reminded her of herself when she was too weak to take control of her own life.
Would she have ended up like her mother, drifting from one place to the next if Uncle Matt hadn't intervened? She'd probably be dead instead. Killing herself with alcohol or something worst. Uncle Matt was the first person to put her best interests first. Mac had hated him at first for taking her away. The last thing she wanted to do was admit she had a problem; that she was like her father. But he got through to her in the end. That was all that mattered now.
Thinking about him brought tears to eyes again, but she didn't have the same feelings of despair as before. She could only guess it was because of the man sitting in the next room. She didn't know why, but something was different. He'd never focused all of his attention on her before. She hadn't forgotten that kiss either, but had no idea what it meant. It had taken them both by surprise. Usually one of them would pull away emotionally after such a display, but they where both still there.
She wasn't going to over think this, he was there offering his unconditional support and that was enough. She got out of the tub and started to dry off. She was surprised Harm hadn't come to check on her. She opened the door after putting her shirt and shorts back on and walked into the other room. She looked at the man lying on the only bed.
'Guess that answers that question.'
He was out cold. Mac looked around and found the papers she'd left him with lying on the desk separated into 3 different piles. She started toward the desk, when she stopped herself. 'He said he would take care of everything.' It was hard for her to admit, but she was glad she wouldn't have to worry about the legal aspect of things; she could give up control and know he would pick up the slack. So instead she moved onto the bed beside him.
Harm was lying on his back with the arm closest to her above his head and the other on his chest. Mac moved her body slowly next to his and rested her head on his shoulder. She suspected he had been up half the night going through airports trying to get here. She reached up and brought his arm down around her waist and fully relaxed against him bringing her hand to rest on his chest.
Harm stirred slightly but only tightened his hold on her and pulled her closer. Without thinking she brought her leg over between his. It was very intimate considering her thigh was now resting across his crotch, but she was too comfortable to move. It wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep as well.
3 hours later
Harm slowly woke only to find that he was having trouble breathing. When he opened his eyes he smiled when he saw Mac was practically lying on top of him. She looked so beautiful and peaceful lying there. His chest tightened at the emotions which rose up in him. He loved her, more than he ever thought possible. Who knew that two people that loved each other this much could cause each other so much pain?
He wondered how much of that pain could have been avoided if one or both would have just stopped to think instead of reacting defensively to everything being said. One thing was for sure, he didn't care about the past; at least not enough to let it impact the future.
Harm moved to tuck a stand of hair behind her ear before bringing his hand back to her waist.
"Maac..." He whispered, not wanting to startle her.
"Ummm," was her only response along with her moving her body against his. He was reminded just how close they where, especially when her thigh rubbed up against his crotch.
"Mac, we slept through lunch. Are you hungry?"
She slowly opened her eyes to look at him and in that instant he saw everything he ever needed in life gazing up at him.
"Actually I think I am." She was still looking at him like she had discovered the meaning of life.
'Maybe for once we're on the same page,' thought Harm when he saw she was making no effort to hide her feelings. 'Well, if she isn't going to hide, neither am I.'
"I have a few ideas, but first you're going to have to move your leg." He wasn't completely aroused, but he was hard enough for her to feel it. Just as expected she blushed when she realized what he was talking about, but she didn't move.
Instead she got a mischief look on her face and said, "Okay." If possible she got even closer to Harm and started moving her lower body provocatively against him, which mostly included her thigh against his erection.
He immediately tensed up and said quickly, "That's not what I meant and you know it." She stopped moving and looked at him with what could only be described as a shit-eating grin on her face.
"My mistake," she said innocently.
Harm began to breathe again, but Mac's leg was still in place over his growing member. He looked down at the contact between them and then at her face.
"Come on Mac, you're killing me." He wasn't quite whining, but it was close enough.
"Okay, I'll make you a deal. I'll move my leg if you move your hand out from underneath my shirt."
Now it was Harm's turn to blush. Sure enough, the hand that had been resting on her waist had somehow found it's way underneath her t-shirt and was know residing on her side just under her breast.
'How did that get there?' "Sorry." Slowly he moved his hand and at the same time Mac set him free of her leg.
"Don't be, I'm not." Harm turned on his side so they were now lying down facing each other. Mac moved her head from his shoulder to the pillow, but was still lying on his outstretched arm. Although he had moved his other hand out from underneath her shirt, it was replaced by his free hand on her waist. Their bodies where close together, but no longer touching.
Harm looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't figure out how to start. Mac just laid there looking at him waiting for him to find the words. Lunch could wait. Finally, he swallowed and looked up at her.
"Mac, why didn't you tell me about your uncle?" There was nothing accusing in his voice. In fact he sounded hurt, but she could tell he was trying to keep it out of his voice.
She reached over with the hand she wasn't lying on and placed it on his chest. "I wanted to. You have no idea how many times I picked up the phone." She had tears in her eyes but she kept her voice soft; afraid of breaking the spell they had fallen under.
"Bud told me to talk to you, that you would be home if I needed you." She paused and he looked down slightly guilty. "I came over Sunday, but it was raining so I called from my car to see if you where home."
"I was, I just didn't pick up." He wasn't proud to admit it.
"I know." She had no anger in her voice, just understanding.
"I would have picked up. I would have been there for you if I had known." He was a little surprised that they where having this conversation without accusing and placing blame. It felt good to know they might actually accomplish something with this conversation.
"I know, that's why I didn't say anything in my message." Before he could comment she placed her finger over his mouth. "To say that we were in a bad place in our relationship is an understatement. We both said some awful things to each other in Paraguay, the admiral practically kicked you in the gut when we got back and to top it all off you thought I was seeing Clayton Webb."
Harm looked up in surprise and hope at that last comment, but remained silent waiting for her to finish.
"I was sitting out in my corvette with the rain coming down and all I could think about was 2 years ago when I came to you the night Renee's father died. I know you hated turning me away, you wanted it to be me in your apartment not her. And although I envied her having you there to support her, I also felt sorry for her. I knew you only went with her out of obligation."
Harm was starting to see where this was going. He squeezed her waist in silent support.
"Maybe she couldn't read you well enough to know you where uncomfortable, and maybe she was mourning too much to notice you took the first opportunity to come back to JAG. But I know you Harm, and I couldn't stand the thought of that being me. Of you being with me out of loyalty of our past rather than the friendship we spent 8 years building. Does that make sense?"
A few of her tears had fallen and he wiped them away.
"It makes perfect sense. But you're not an obligation to me, Mac. No matter what we're going through you can always count on me, just like I know I can always count on you. I'm here because I love you and you shouldn't have to go through this alone."
They were both a little shocked that he had actually said it, but it wasn't a great surprise that the feeling was there.
"I love you too," Mac whispered with a soft smile on her lips.
Harm let out the breath he didn't remember holding. It was embarrassing but he had no idea what to do next. He was a little afraid to think that they might actually get this right. Luckily Mac had the next part covered for both of them.
She scooted closer to him with her hand still on his chest. When there bodies where barely touching she leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss that lasted longer than what would be considered friendly. The next time he leaned in and gave her the same kiss. By the time the third kiss came around they both were a little impatient. Harm took his hand off her waist to cup her face; keeping her from pulling away this time. She was only too happy to stay and to show this she deepened the kiss.
They both moaned as their tongues dueled side by side. Mac's hand went underneath Harm's shirt and for the first time she touched his bare muscular chest and chiseled abs. Harm's hand traveled past her neck and shoulder and cupped her breast.
Riinnggg
This time they both moaned from disappointment.
"I hate phones," Mac said as she pulled away from Harm.
Riinnggg
Harm shared her frustration and caressed her breast one last time.
"God, you're good at that," moaned Mac.
Riinnggg
Harm smiled and rolled over to grab the phone.
"Hello........yes she is, may I ask who's calling….I'm her attorney in this matter.......okay......how about in one hour......we'll see you then."
He hung up the phone and suddenly they were in the real world again.
"That was the lawyer handling the estate. We're meeting him at his office in an hour to go over the will."
Harm got out of bed and pulled Mac up as well.
"I guess that gives us time to eat something," Mac replied. For a few wonderful minutes she was able to forget why they were here. Now everything came rushing back and she had to fight back the tears. How could she be so happy one minute and so sad the next? Harm deserved more than this.
Harm saw her struggle and enveloped her in a hug. He suspected he knew what was wrong.
In a soothing voice, "You're only mission right now is to take care of yourself. Don't worry about me. I love you and I'll wait."
Mac pulled back and wiped the tears away. "I don't deserve you."
"Yeah, I know," Harm said with a grin. Mac playfully hit him and they both started to laugh. "Now go change so we can get something to eat."
TBC