A week had passed since Martin and Danny had gone back to New York. She hated to admit it but Samantha really missed them. She had that feeling all over again. It was the same feeling she got when she left New York the first time around. She missed Martin, like a part of her body was gone. How could that be possible? She had managed to live without him in her life for so long and now after only three days with him, she was back to square one again. She would have to get herself out of that rut, but how?
Back in New York, Martin was just as miserable. He was finally realizing just what he was missing by not being with her. The night of the fireworks, having her in his arms felt so right. She had leaned back against him, her head rested on his shoulder. The smell of her shampoo was like home. He could remember nights after she had fallen asleep where he would just lie and smell her hair. The smell of camomile and honey was so invigorating to him.
"Martin you have to snap out of this." Danny's voice brought him back from the daydream he was having. "She has a good life in LA, she won't come back here."
"I know Danny, it's just taken me so long to realize how much she means to me." Martin sighed before looking back to the paperwork in front of him.
"You've got it bad dude." Danny commented before heading back to his own paperwork.
Jack watched Martin work. Had he been right to send him to LA? Danny had told him and Viv all about meeting up with Samantha and how happy she was with her new life. They were so happy for her, especially Jack. It was the break she had needed and the promotion was just right for her.
He hoped by sending Martin to LA he hadn't made a bad situation even worse.
After a gruelling day in the heat of LA, Samantha arrived home to her cool apartment. As much as she loved the sun and the warm air, sometimes, just sometimes she would kill for the cold air and rain of New York.
Pulling off her suit jacket and toeing off her shoes she headed for her bedroom. Opening her closet door she eyes the box she had forbidden herself from looking at in months. Was it time to pull it back out again? Pulling the box toward her she positioned herself in the middle of her bed. All things Martin immediately surrounded taking the lid off she. She smiled as she pulled out the strip of photo's they had taken one night in a booth. Closing the lid over again she just looked at the pictures. Could she ever have that happiness again with him?
Little did she know that Martin was sitting in New York doing exactly the same thing as her and thinking the same things too? If only he could work out what to do.