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Becky

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I watch as Will slips the key card into the lock. I hear the faint click and then he pushes the door open. Stepping through, he moves to the side, holding the door open for me, allowing me to enter. As I look around the room, I still can't believe we are really here, just the two of us.

I wander around, taking in the luxury of the room before going over to the window. Pulling the drapes back, I'm amazed by the view of the bay. It truly is spectacular and it isn't even sunset. As I think about how beautiful that will be, a smile spreads across my face. I just hope Will needs my help on more of these trips, because I could really get used to this.

I'm still staring out at the bay when he comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. "So, what do you think?"

I turn around to face him, my smile widening. "I think that I really like your new job."

His expression freezes for the briefest of seconds and then a sheepish grin takes over. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Fran, you don't know how glad I am that you're not mad at me."

I place a light kiss on his lips as I place my hand gently against his cheek. "Why would I be mad at you?" I ask, my smile disappearing.

He places his hand over mine and brings it to his lips. He places a tender kiss on my palm before his eyes meet mine. "I just thought that because I can't help at the restaurant as much now…"

My confusion is evident because he starts talking faster, trying to explain what he means.

"I mean, I know you understand why I had to take the job and all, but I feel like I left you without any help."

I shake my head, laughing as I lean back against the wall. "Will, you're a writer. You can't honestly think that I expected you to continue bussing tables when you could get a job doing what you want, no love, to do."

"But…"

I move forward, silencing his protestations with a kiss. I wrap my arms around him and pull back just enough to look at him. "I swear, I was never going to tell you this, but…"

He straightens himself, his look wary. "You weren't going to tell me what?"

I drop my arms to my side and lean back against the wall. "You were a horrible waiter."

Honestly, I wish I had a camera, because when I tell Sydney about this, she's not going to believe me. I start laughing as Will's mouth continues to open and close. I can't believe it, but I have rendered Will Tippin speechless.

I turn away, knowing that if I continue to watch him, I'll never stop laughing. I close my eyes and take several deep breaths and after a couple of minutes, I feel calm enough to turn back around because I really need to apologize for laughing.

When I look back up at him though, I start laughing again. Harder this time than before. He shakes his head and moves away, and I know I've hurt him without meaning to. I rush forward, reaching for his shoulder. My fingers slide off and I stop dead in my tracks. "Will, I'm so sorry. I was just kidding."

Just as the last word leaves my mouth, he stops. Neither of us speaks and I'm starting to get worried that I've just screwed up something I never thought I would, never could screw up. I take a step closer and Will turns back around. And then I want to kill him. Or at the very least, wipe the smug look off his face.

"That was so easy," he laughs, closing the distance between us.

"You think so?"

I stand still as he winds his arms around my waist once again. "Don't need to think. I know."

He brushes his lips against mine and then he begins to really kiss me. I mean really kiss me, and I swear all coherent thought leaves me. A moment later he pulls away slowly and I have to lean against him, because right now I don't trust my legs to keep me standing.

Will must sense this because he slowly begins moving backwards until the back of my legs hits the edge of the bed. He helps me sit and when he kneels before me that smug look is back.

"So, what would you like to do first?"

I think he has just asked the dumbest question of all time. Instead of voicing my response, I just lean forward, grab his head, and attack him. There's only one problem with my plan. Will's balance sucks.

Seconds later we both fall to the floor, landing next to each other, laughing our asses off. I roll onto my side and watch him as he does the same and suddenly, neither of us is laughing.

He reaches out and gently brushes the hair back from my face. I can't take my eyes off him, and I'm beginning to wonder if tonight will be the night when our friendship becomes something more.

"Will…"

He places a finger against my lips, silencing me. Looking at him, I think he knows what I'm thinking, what I was about to say, to ask.

"We've got time, Fran. Plenty of time."

I nod my head, watching as he stands up. When he holds out his hand, I take it, allowing him to help me up. Once we are both standing, he pulls me to him and places a soft kiss on my forehead. "Let's go get some dinner."

I remain silent but take his hand in mine, and he begins to lead me to the door. Once we are out in the hall, I rest my head against his shoulder, just listening to him as he maps out our evening. As we wait for the elevator, I start to get nervous about what will happen when we come back.

The elevator finally arrives and as the door closes I realize that Will's right. We have plenty of time.