Nick woke with a start. He had had the same dream all night long, or least the ending was the same each time. He had dreamed about Sara, but every time he had tried to kiss her, someone in his family would interrupt them. He yawned as he sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, glancing over at the clock on the wall to see what time it was. It was still early, but late enough that getting up wasn't out of the question. He climbed off of the hide-a-bed and decided to see if Sara was awake.

Sara heard a soft tap at the bedroom door. She smiled as she hugged her pillow and in a sleepy voice she called out. "Come in."

Nick slowly cracked the door open and poked his head in. He couldn't help but smile at her rumpled sleepy appearance. "Hey."

She yawned. "Hey, yourself." She tried to restrain a smile as she took in his mussed hair and the stubble on his face as he stood there in his T- shirt and boxers.

"Did you sleep ok?" Nick asked her curiously.

Sara stretched and then hugged the pillow a bit tighter. She smiled. "Yeah, how about you?"

"Fair enough." He replied. "Want to go get some coffee?"

"Can I bring the pillow?" Sara quipped. Normally, she didn't sleep much, but she had actually begun to relax here in Dallas and was enjoying not having to get up at any particular time.

Nick winked. "I hear they have overstuffed chairs at Starbucks now."

She giggled. "Ok, I'll get up." She sat up and tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes, letting out a yawn. "What time is it anyway?"

Nick looked a little sheepish. "Seven."

Sara smirked knowingly. "You didn't sleep very well, did you?"

"It might have taken me a little while to get to sleep." He admitted with a soft smile.

Sara smiled and slid out of bed. "Me too."

Nick grinned at her admission. He gestured toward the living room. "I'm just going to throw some clothes on, and then we can go."

Sara ran her fingers through her hair and scrunched her nose up. "Ok, just give me a couple of minutes." Sara quickly donned a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, opting to put a hat on rather than try and do anything with her hair. To her amusement when she emerged, she found Nick similarly dressed.

A short while later, they were sitting in overstuffed chairs at the local Starbucks sipping coffee and debating whether or not to split a scone or go somewhere else for a real breakfast once they finished their coffee.

Sara smiled over at Nick. "I had a really good time last night."

"I did too. I'm really glad you're here." Nick felt a flutter of nerves in his stomach as he considered what he wanted to say. They shared a companionable silence for a few minutes and then Nick nervously cleared his throat. "I think maybe we should talk about this."

Sara studied him for a moment before she responded. "Ok."

Nick looked outwardly nervous, what he was about to say felt very risky, yet at the same time, he wanted to see where things with Sara might go. "I don't think that I'm being presumptuous am I when I say that I think things between us are changing?"

Sara simply shook her head. "No, you're not being presumptuous, I think they are too."

His expression was earnest. "I know that my family has made it really clear by their antics that they want us together."

A tiny smile flickered across Sara's face. She took a sip from her coffee and let him continue.

"I want to see where things with us might go, but I just feel like they might be pushing a little too hard." Nick wasn't sure that he was saying what he meant very clearly.

Sara looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?" She felt a nervous flutter in the pit of her stomach.

"I don't want us to get back to Vegas and feel like we've made a mistake." Nick felt like he was fumbling with his words.

Sara looked confused. "Do you think if we got together it would be a mistake?" She didn't want to jump to conclusions, but she thought she was pretty sure about the direction things were headed based on the previous evening that they'd shared.

He let out a deep breath and took her hand. "That's not what I'm saying."

Sara furrowed her brow. "Then what are you saying? I'm a little confused."

"I'm not very good at this." Nick stammered.

"Very good at what?" Sara wasn't following him.

He squeezed her hand and continued. "Chelsea's been doing everything in her power to push us together. What if we got back to Vegas and realized that the only reason we got together was because of her and the rest of my sisters?"

"Is that what you're afraid of?" Sara was trying to clarify.

"Sort of." Nick looked serious. "They just have a way of putting a spin on things that doesn't allow you to think clearly."

Sara chuckled softly. "She certainly did get the wrong idea last night."

Nick's eyebrows shot up and he smiled. "See what I mean?"

Sara ventured tentatively, meeting his gaze. "Maybe she can see something we can't."

"Maybe she can, but she needs to give us time to see it. I think we need to give us time to see it." Nick caressed the back of her hand with his thumb.

She couldn't help but smile as she looked at Nick's hand holding hers. She looked back into his eyes. "So what do you propose we do?"

He smiled at her. "I want to go down to the Gulf Coast earlier than we planned. I want to spend some time with you without my family sticking their noses into our business. I want to try and kiss you and know that no one is going to walk in on us. I want to see if what's happening here is because of them or if it's something real."

Sara was quiet for a long moment as she studied him and considered his words, trying hard not to fixate on the fact that he'd said he wanted to kiss her. She took another sip from her coffee. He looked nervous and she could tell that she was the reason why he hadn't slept well the night before. She smiled, locking eyes with a very nervous Nick. "When do you want to leave?"

Nick couldn't keep the grin from spreading across his face. "I need to get the keys to the condo from my parents and I need to make sure Chelsea doesn't need the Miata, but I was thinking about this afternoon."