"Shit! No!" Amy exclaimed in frustration.

But it was too late; Bruce had grabbed the sheet Amy had laid out on the sofa and wrapped around Amy. He stood with Amy in his arms in a very protective state.

"Go to the bedroom."

Amy was terribly disappointed. Not to mention, frustrated. She looked up at Bruce and saw how serious he was. He was very serious. It wasn't really a time to argue. The pounding hadn't stopped. She silently went to the bedroom.

"Just a minute," Bruce hollered as he grabbed his tank top and put it on.

He opened the door cautiously. A very angry man began to yell. There was something familiar about him to Bruce, but he couldn't place it.

"What the hell are you doing here? This is private property."

The man pushed by Bruce and stepped in the cabin. A woman followed him in holding his hand. They looked around as the man became more enraged

"I'm calling the police. This is trespassing!"

Bruce was losing his patience.

"Excuse me?! We made arrangements with the owner to be here. Who the hell are you?" questioned Bruce.

"What? I don't know you–"

"Nick!" exclaimed Amy.

Amy stood at the hall entrance of the living room. She had gotten dressed in an old t-shirt and pair of running shorts while in the bedroom.

"Amy?!" Nick retorted questionably.

"I spoke to Lolly last night. I asked if I could use the cabin for the weekend. She said no one's used it in years. I was wondering how the old place kept up so well. Guess you're the reason. You and your friend here," Amy said full of distaste.

Nick stood dumbfounded. His eyes went back and forth from Bruce to Amy. He stopped at Bruce. He finally closed his mouth.

"Wait, aren't you her clerk or something? Yeah, you were there when I brought her the shoes!"

Nick looked back at Amy.

"You're not going to tell Lolly anything. You're screwing your subordinate. If you say a word to Lolly you can kiss your career away. I always thought you were a slut."

"Hey!..." yelled Bruce furiously as he headed toward Nick.

Amy quickly got in front of Bruce to stop him. Nick jumped back and next to his mystery woman. The woman just stood there silently looking wide eyed at everything happening.

"...Watch your mouth," Bruce said menacingly through his teeth.

He was seething with anger. Bruce remembered Amy telling him that Nick had tried to kiss her once before. This guy was a real piece of work. Bruce wasn't going to let this weasel intimidate them. One more disrespectful word and he was going to put Nick on his ass.

Amy never could stomach Nick. From day one that they met, he was so full of himself. It broke her heart that Lolly stuck with him. Ever since he made a pass at her, Amy knew he was a snake. It hurt when Lolly dismissed Amy's claim. Her friendship with Lolly was never the same.

She could feel how tense Bruce was. As angry as she was, she looked in his eyes and motioned to him that 'it was ok', signaling Bruce to calm down. He backed down slightly. Amy turned around with her back against him. She reached for his hands and held them to her sides.

"You're right Nick. I won't tell Lolly anything. But it would be in your best interest to leave now. Lolly knows I'm here. I'm sure you don't want her to visit and find you and your friend instead."

If looks could kill, Nick would be six feet under. Amy glared at him as did Bruce. Nick nodded in agreement at Amy's words. He shot Bruce and Amy a questionable look; he didn't think it would be so easy to get out of the situation. He concluded that Amy had as much at stake as he had.

"We're leaving. Don't forget our agreement. More than just your job's on the line. Lolly told me you were dating that psycho district attorney who got away with killing his wife. I'm sure you wouldn't want to make him mad. Didn't you just get rid of one psycho? Think you can get rid of another?" Nick snickered as he headed to the door with his mistress.

Bruce huffed in disbelief. He leaned forward wanting to knock Nick out, but he restrained himself. Amy squeezed Bruce's hands acknowledging his sentiment.

"Just leave Nick," Amy sneered with a look of disgust.

Nick gave them one last look as he and his mistress left. Amy let out a sigh.

"So much for finding a secluded place," she muttered sadly.

Bruce embraced Amy from behind with their hands still intertwined. He kissed the side of her head.

"We're always going to have obstacles. We just have to help each other get through them," he said softly.

He swayed from side to side rocking Amy in his arms. She seemed really down. Bruce knew it was really difficult for Amy to betray Lolly. Amy always protected the ones she cared about. He remembered how upset she was when Lolly didn't believe her the first time about Nick. Amy pulled Bruce around her tightly.

"You ok?" Bruce asked gently.

"Yeah... I'm going to lock the door," Amy replied solemnly as she let go of Bruce's arms and headed toward the cabin door.

Bruce looked at her sympathetically. He blew out the candles and sat on the sofa. The candles reminded him of what almost transpired before Nick rudely interrupted them. He looked at Amy and visualized when she was on top of him just moments ago. The image was painfully arousing. Bruce fought to put it out of his mind. He focused on the problem at hand.

Amy had locked the door and leaned her back against it while she was thought of what had just taken place. She felt bad for Lolly, but angry as well. Amy remembered how Lolly reacted when she told her that Nick had made a pass at her. It didn't surprise Amy that Nick was cheating. It angered Amy that she couldn't get the rat bastard back. Well not yet anyway.

"C'mon, let's talk about it," Bruce called for Amy, snapping her out of her daze.

Amy sat down next to him, cuddling against him. Bruce didn't move. She unconsciously ran her fingers around his thigh as she spoke.

"There really isn't anything to talk about. You'll have another job soon and I can tell Lolly then. Besides, she didn't really want to hear it the first time I told her Nick was an ass."

"That's the problem with honesty," Bruce mumbled.

The finger play on his leg was not helping him stay focused.

"Well I'm not in a rush to do it again. I'll probably show her, instead of telling her this time then she won't have to take my word for it... So does that work for you? Waiting until you get another job to tell Lolly?" Amy asked earnestly as she turned slightly to face Bruce.

When her eyes met Bruce's, Amy was reminded of their earlier encounter. He had the same look in his eyes. His eyes shifted from her eyes to her lips. Amy looked at her fingers running up and down his thigh. The light touch was affecting him. She stopped abruptly and looked at Bruce in the eyes again. His desire started affecting her. Bruce cleared his throat before he spoke.

"Anything you want to do is fine."

"Anything?" Amy asked mischievously as she watched his eyes continue to wander up and down her body.

Bruce tried to compose himself. He could hear the innuendo in Amy's question. He looked at her legs; her running shorts were running up her leg. His eyes slowly came up from her shorts to the old t-shirt she had on and stopped half way up. Images from their earlier encounter were vivid in his mind. He forced them out and tried to continue the conversation.

"Anything to make you happy."

"You want to make me happy?" asked Amy as she slowly climbed on Bruce.

She kept her eyes locked with his as she straddled his hips. Her mouth was formed in a slightly opened grin. Her eyes full of desire stared at him. Bruce was losing his battle with self control. He made one last attempt.

"Amy..."

Amy slid her tongue in his open mouth. They kissed passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Bruce slid his hands up Amy's thighs, and found that Amy didn't have on underwear. It was a bit much for Bruce, he moaned loudly at the discovery. He stood up with Amy on top of him, holding her by her derriere. Amy held on to his neck. They broke from the kiss and stared at each other. Bruce lowered Amy slowly as he slid his hands out of her shorts. She lowered her arms. They never lost eye contact as they stood in front of each other with, inches apart. Bruce shook his head 'no' and kept his eyes closed. Amy pleaded silently with her eyes then started to speak.

"I want you Bruce. I want you so bad, it hurts. I love you and you love me, but if you still want to wait –I'll wait. It's killing me, but I'll wait. I love you and you're worth the wait..."

He opened his eyes but didn't say a word. Amy took his silence as an admission of still wanting to wait. As much as it drove her insane, she understood. Bruce once told her that he blamed himself for things not working out with Mia. He considered himself the guy that had gotten his girlfriend pregnant, so he did anything Mia wanted to the point that she respect for him. Amy couldn't put her needs in front of his. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her.

"Goodnight," she whispered as she gave him a soft brief kiss.

With that, she walked away to the bedroom. Bruce watched her walk away. He was torn between his heart and his mind again. He was so conflicted, he couldn't manage words. Bruce sat down on the sofa. He slumped over, putting his elbows on his knees and propping his head up with his hands. He was completely captivated by Amy. The radio got his attention. Floetry was singing "Getting Late"

It's getting late.

Why you gotta be here?

Beside me.

Watching, needing, wanting me.

I'm afraid, (Don't Be)

I'm afraid, (Don't Be)

I'm so scared that you'll hurt me, twice.

Baby, oh baby baby baby

Bruce was confident that he knew Amy. He knew he could trust her. He knew what she needed, as she knew what he needed. She treated him the way he wanted to be treated. There was respect and admiration established before all the lust that was now consuming them. He could tell that she knew that he wasn't rejecting her now. His silence earlier was the result of the conflict between his feelings and logic. However, Amy unknowingly was seducing him.

Her eyes were full of desire. He could see her lips partly open, yearning to meet his. Visions of her delicate neck and shoulders were vivid in his mind. Bruce's heart raced as he reminisced. He replayed the images of her supple breasts... Her erect nipples. He took off his tank top and threw it at the living room chair. His body temperature rose along with his arousal.

She had kissed him so softly goodnight, as though she had thrown in the towel. Bruce was tired of playing it safe. Sure Mia had hurt him, as did Andrea. But before the hurt, were good feelings. Feelings like the ones he was now having with Amy. If Bruce was really a pragmatist, he should understand that good and bad come hand in hand.

Right now, he and Amy had all the right elements for a lasting relationship. They weren't strangers just getting to know each other; they were best friends who had fallen in love. Making love now wouldn't destroy anything. Maybe they had jumped into bed too soon with other people that they didn't know well enough. That wasn't the case here. All that was left for Bruce and Amy was to get to know each other intimately. It would officially state that they were lovers and friends. What was so wrong with that? A mischievous grin appeared on Bruce's face. He told Amy that he wanted to wait to make love: the wait was over. Bruce stood up, turned off the radio and headed to the bedroom.