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Part Six: Old Familiar Places

Boston

Jordan took a deep breath. "I- Uh – That…."

"You really were happy with him, weren't you?" Woody's voice was amazed.

Slowly, Jordan nodded, her eyes wide and staring as a rabbit gone tharn. She spoke softly. "I never expected to be. But yeah, yeah."

His lips quirked into a bitter smile. "You were – stunning." He looked at her again, as if seeing her warm brown eyes and strong face for the first time. "Still are."

She blushed, her eyes dropping to the floor. She trailed her toe along the carpet, at a complete loss for words. She moved away from him, toward the couch. "Dinner'll get cold." She set down the plates and cups and took the baby from Woody. She made nonsense noises – gurgles and coos and silly words – as she laid him down in his play pen. He waved his fists and toes at her as she set a mobile in motion above his head. His eyes went to it immediately. Ducks, lambs and ….

"Cute mobile," Woody said.

She looked over her shoulder. "Danny had it made when Catherine was on the way."

Woody narrowed his eyes. "I get the ducks and the lambs, but…?"

Jordan smiled. "It was –" She shook her head. "It was something between us."

"Complicated?" His tone was challenging.

She sat down on the couch. "No, actually, not at all." She hesitated. "Come on, sit down."

Stiffly, Woody sat down and picked up the plate she'd placed on the coffee table. "Thanks." He lifted up the cup she'd put next to the plate. He peered into it. "Grape juice?"

"I told ya." She lifted her own cup. "Cheers." The tension was thick as Jordan began to nibble at her slice of pizza. She longed for the right words, but they escaped her. At least nothing seemed to have changed there. Finally she dropped the half-eaten piece onto her plate and sighed. She rested one elbow on the arm of the couch and rested her head against her palm. "I'm sorry."

Woody looked at her, his own meal congealing slowly. "Why?"

"This is – It's awkward. And I didn't mean for it to be."

He tried to smile at her, but it came out as the grimace he truly felt. "It's not your fault, Jordan."

"Then what is it?" She leaned forward, toward him just a bit. "We were talking, having – well, fun, I guess. It was – It was like before."

He looked at her from under his lashes. "Before you hooked up with Danny McCoy?"

"No." She gave him an angry shake of her head. "Before the shooting, before everything with Riggs. It was like being – being friends again, Woody."

"Friendship? Of course, Jordan."

She closed her eyes briefly. "Woody – I – Did you think – Did I do or say something that made…" she fluttered a hand around. "…this seems like – like more than it is?"

"No." He looked away. "Yes. I don't know." He stood up and began pacing between the couch and the play pen. "I loved you, Jo. I screwed that up, I know. But I did. I married someone else thinking maybe I could stop, but all that happened was I screwed up her life, too."

"Woody-"

"I guess – I guess some awful part of me wanted you to be unhappy, too. But you really weren't. I told you to move on and - wouldn't you know? - it was one of the only times you did what I asked you to. And now – look at you." His eyes ran over her and she felt prickles of feeling she'd thought long dead and buried. "You're so different. And I – I don't know what I want." He stopped in front of the "baby cage" as Catherine had dubbed it and watched the baby lying there, staring up at him with Danny McCoy's eyes. "I still love you, though. I still miss you."

Jordan took a few shallow breaths. Tears gathered in her eyes, but she would not let them fall. "Woody, I can't – Right now…? The only thing I can think about is friendship."

He nodded. "I know. I do. I know."

She sat forward, her elbows on her knees. "And to be honest – I don't know if I ever – You and me, I mean. I'm sorry. I just – I don't know if I can-"

"I know that, too, Jo. And you have every right to your doubts."

Her reply was cut off by a whimper that quickly roared into a full throated scream. Jordan sighed. "He's hungry." She stood up. Woody moved aside, but only barely. Her arm brushed his when she reached for the baby. Her felt her flinch, but her face remained calm, her eyes focused on her child. She looked at him, a half-smile, uncertain, entreating, and said, "Look, it'll just take a few minutes. I'll go upstairs and feed him, put him down and then – we need to finish this conversation."

Wordlessly, he nodded.

She stopped when she reached the bottom riser of the stairs. She didn't turn around. "Woody? Did you ever like me?"

His brow furrowed. "Jo, I loved you."

"I know." Now she turned, her cheeks wet with tears. "But did you like me?"

END Part Six

Sorry – I know it's short but I actually have to work tomorrow so I need to get some sleep!