"Jack, you did great in there!" Abbie exclaimed, her face beaming with excitement. I just smiled and nodded, my silent 'thank you'. Usually I don't have a problem with people complementing me on a job well done. It's an ego booster, that's for damned sure, but I knew Abbie was just proud of me, happy for me. That made me full of delight inside, but I didn't want to make a scene in front of the court house.

It was cold today, the wind not helping the already bitter weather. I look over at Abbie, who is wearing a fuzzy hat, a long coat covering up those mile long legs of hers, and a matching scarf and pair of gloves. She looked toasty and warm, and all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and hold her close. I was freezing, even though I had my jacket and scarf on. I couldn't hug Abbie; it would look unprofessional if someone from the office or a colleague happened to see my showing of affection to her. Damn, it's cold, I think to myself.

"Hey, do you want to grab a coffee? I'm freezing," I ask her, as I watch the little puffs of air come out of my mouth.

She nodded quickly, the rosy hue in her cheeks proving to me that she had just about had standing outside in the cold. We walked down the steps briskly and walked as quickly as we could to a little coffee shop across the street. The warm air hit us quickly and I welcomed it as we took a seat near the back of the shop.

The thing about Abbie is that she looks good in anything. It's amazing, even in a hat that looks like she's gearing for the Arctic she looks stunning. I'm guessing that I have been caught staring because she is waving a hand in front of my face to get my attention.

"Hmm?" I ask, breaking out of the little daydream I had concocted.

"What do you want to eat, Jack?" She asks me in that sexy Texas drawl of hers.

"There's food here, too?" I question, incredulous because the place was so small.

"Little croissants and things like that. Do you want anything?" She asked me quickly as she flagged down the waitress that was taking care of another customer.

"What can I get you?" The waitress, named Betty, asked me.

"Can I get a blueberry muffin with some butter and a cup of coffee?" I say to Betty, and then look at Abbie to see if she was ready to order. She was scanning the counter that was a few feet from where we were sitting. She heard me call her name and looked at Betty, smiling that mile long smile to ask for forgiveness for taking so long to figure out what she wanted to eat.

"I'll have a banana, a cup of coffee, a glass of cranberry juice, and a cranberry orange muffin," Abbie tells her, which sounds like half of the menu. I think Betty was thinking the same thing because she looked at Abbie like there was something wrong with her.

"That'll all be right out, dears," Betty said to the both of us as she sauntered away.

"I think she likes you Jack," Abbie says, teasingly.

"What? Are you jealous Ms. Carmichael?" I ask, returning the gesture.

Abbie's face became red and she looked down at the table like it was the most interesting thing on the planet before looking up.

"No, no I'm not, Jack," Abbie tells me, her voice stern.

I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Tell me she is kidding, I think to myself. I would not be able to handle someone that didn't know how to take a silly little joke. I look at her again and she sputters as she begins to laugh heartedly. Soon, the tears were beginning to form in the corners of her eyes because of laughing so hard.

"What?" I ask, wondering what was so damned funny.

"The look on your face is priceless! I wish I had a camera right now!" Abbie exclaimed, wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. She stood up and leaned across the table and kissed me square on the lips. It took me by surprise, but I welcomed it. I had been waiting hours for another one of her mind blowing, life altering kisses. It was simple and nice, but I enjoyed it just as much as the one we had shared in my office. We were interrupted by Betty, whose sunny disposition had been replaced with a look of jealousy and a little bit of anger. Whoa, I think to myself, she could kill Abbie if she really wanted to.

Betty slammed the food down and walked away, her fists balled up at the sides. I look at Abbie who is trying so hard to hold in the laughter that is ready to spill out. I couldn't help but chuckle at what had just happened. We ate quickly and left a big tip for Betty. I think Abbie was worried that Betty might try to do something to her so she walked very close to me, not that I was complaining.

When we got outside, I hailed a cab. I wanted to go back to my brownstone for awhile and just relax. With everything that was happening, I just wanted to sit back and take it all in. When we got in the cab, she looked at me as if to ask 'Where are we going?'

"My house, unless you need to get back to the office," I tell her, offering her a way out if that's what she wanted.

"No, your house sounds good to me," She responds and smiles lightly. She rested her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her to pull her close. The drive to my brownstone was quiet, but it was the kind of quiet that is soothing and not creepy and unwanted. When the cab pulled up, I got out and offered a hand to Abbie. We walked into my house and just plopped down on the couch. I laced her hand with mine and we sat there for a while before I stood up to put some music on. I found the CD I was looking for, Tom Waits' Closing Time. It had the song that I had been thinking about before Abbie came into my office. 'Little Trip to Heaven (On the Wings of your Love)'.

The song began and I just grabbed Abbie and pulled her into my lap once I sat down. I pushed the hair off of her face and just began kissing her. She welcomed it and moaned as my tongue slipped into her mouth. I ran my hands up and down her back and her hands were deep in my hair. My hands drifted to the front of her shirt and I rested my hands on her warm, flat stomach. I pulled back slightly to look at her eyes. They had a look of pure fire in them. I ran my hands slowly up her stomach and rested on her breasts. She moaned even more and as I began to work on the buttons of her shirt, she savored the feeling of my lips on her neck. Once I saw a lacy, flesh covered bra, I knew I had a lot of work cut out for me.

The way her sexy curves filled those cups was something of pure ecstasy. She moaned my name over and over before she screamed suddenly, the piercing sound made me snap out of my reverie. What the hell had just happened?

To Be Continued.