Disclaimer- Okay so by now you've probably figured out that we don't own them, so don't sue us, we're broke.

Authors' Note- Well sometimes people, supposedly intelligent people, completely miss the cues and waste an amazing amount of time, so I suppose we can't really blame them.

Garret POV

I watch from the corner of my eye as Jordan saunters into the conference room for morning briefing. We've barely spoken since the other evening in my office; I suppose she's regretting the kiss. As for myself, I can't think of anything else; the taste of her mouth lingers on my tongue and my hands flex as though reaching for her. Every glass of scotch I drink, tastes of her instead.

I have slowly come to the realization that I'm falling in love with my best friend. I can't think of anything but Jordan and the only advice Howard gave me when I called him was to go for it. Jump in with both feet and give it a shot, what did I have to lose. Problem is I stand to lose a lot, Jordan matters to me. I don't think I would survive if I made a move and it ruined our friendship.

She sits at the opposite end of the table from me as usual and drinks her coffee. I never thought you could be jealous of a coffee cup, but I am. I want those full lips under mine again; I want to feel those slim fingers clutching my back. Jesus, I'm going out of my mind and the reason for it won't even meet my eyes. I have to talk this out with her, clear the air and get past it or go for it. Either way, something's got to give before I go completely insane.

As the meeting breaks up, she walks toward me. I'm caught like a deer in the headlights, totally mesmerized by the movement of her body across the room, watching her legs whispering past each other. Christ I'd love to feel those legs wrapped tightly...

Stop it Garret, before you can't get up and move without embarrassing yourself. Her eyes haven't left mine as she crosses the room. As I look into that clear amber gaze, I suddenly realize that I'm not falling in love, I've already fallen. I can't imagine a day without her in it.

There's an odd look in her eyes and I have a feeling she's trying to think of a way to let me down easy. I don't want to have this conversation, but she doesn't need an old man pining away after her. So this is where I agree that it was no big deal and pretend that things are normal and just the same as they ever were. That the kisses were just two friends trying something new and deciding it didn't fit. She'll never know just how perfectly it fit me; she lay in the curve of my arm as though created to be there.

Grow up Macy; you don't screw up a good thing for what might be.At least you have her in your life, take what you can get and move on. Be a man and let her let you go, she needs to be the one in control. She's been dumped by Woody and she doesn't need a hard time from you. No matter what she says, you agree and deal.

I walk across the room and shut the door; I'd rather not have the entire office know what a fool I've been, chasing after Jordan. "We need to talk. " Jesus, could I sound more like a bad novel. I'm going for calm and stable but in my ears I sound needy and begging.

I can do this; I can go back to just friends and pretend it never happened. Be good old Garret, her safe harbor in the storm. I can put the hope of more out of my mind and be what she needs. But God, I'd trade my soul for one more kiss.

"Yeah." She says, sitting next to me, so close I can feel the warmth of her skin and I steel myself for what comes next.

A/N- Makes you wanna smack him, doesn't it