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Chapter 15

Bobby groaned as Tara dropped another dish from lunch into the sink. He inspected it, "This is not dirty!"

"What do you call that?" She pointed to piece of stuck on food.

"Oh."

"Hmm, that's what I thought."

"Remind me to dry the dishes next time instead of washing."

Tara laughed, "You can count on it, Bobby." She stuck her hand in the rinsing sink and splashed Bobby lightly.

"Hey, sheila, what was that for?"

"Fun!" Tara giggled.

Bobby peered at Tara for a second before dipping both hands into the water and wetting the entire front of Tara's shirt.

Her jaw dropped as she struggled to keep a straight face at the proudly smirking man. "Hey, at least I didn't get your hair wet," he teased remembering the late night dip in the pool.

"Ha…ha." She said in monotone. When it looked like Bobby had taken down his guard she grabbed a large pot sitting in the rack, quickly filled it with water and threw the water at Bobby. Without a second to waste, Bobby grabbed the 'pull-out' kitchen valve and turned on the tap. Water drenched the already sopping Tara. She screamed and held up the pot, using it as a shield. Water ricocheted off the pot causing water to fly in every which direction, not only soaking Bobby, but the entire kitchen as well. Bobby slowly took a step forward and got a grip on the pot, still trying to spray Tara. "Oh no you don't!"

Laughing hysterically she backed up until she bumped into the counter. The smirking Bobby kept moving forward and Tara jumped onto the counter top, trying to back up on her butt. Bobby climbed on top of the counter, kneeling. The valve would not reach much further, Bobby noted, so he grabbed Tara's closest foot to keep her from getting away. Her hand slipped in the water and she began to fall backwards on the counter. In an attempt to break her fall she latched onto Bobby's arm, causing him to fall forward, all the while, water sprayed everywhere. He shot out an arm on the other side of Tara's body which was now flat on the counter. Tara looked up into Bobby's deep, blue eyes, less than an inch away from her own. Bobby and Tara, now laying in a growing puddle of water, didn't notice the three people staring at them in amusement until a dog barked. Their heads jerked to the side and Tara could feel heat rushing to her cheeks like a flash flood when she saw them.

"Did we interrupt something?" Jack asked.

"You said we couldn't have water fights inside!" Chloe exclaimed, hands by her side.

Sue tried to keep her giggling to a minimum, although she failed miserably.

Bobby climbed off the counter and helped Tara down, too. He leapt over puddles and turned of the tap. "Hey, mates, when did you guys get here?"

"Just now." Sue said, eyeing Tara and smiling. "Chloe saw us through the window and let us in." Levi trotted over to the kitchen and began licking up the puddles.

"I never heard the doorbell." Tara said.

"I'm not surprised." Jack mused.

"Uh, I think I'll go change into dry clothes." She squeezed past the trio, followed by Bobby. When theY got upstairs Tara collapsed onto the bed, forgetting about her drenched clothes. She rolled over and burst out laughing, trying to lessen the sound by laughing against a pillow. She heard a faint knock on the door and looked up to see Bobby, also still dripping. "Hey."

Keeping a straight face he said, "We're going to finish that yet." And he was gone, leaving Tara staring at the empty doorway.

"So," Tara swallowed her the last drop of her lemonade, "how was the flight here?"

Sue read her lips, "It was good; long, but good. What about yours?"

"Slept most of the way." Tara and Sue watched the two grown men play with Chloe in the pool. She smiled as Chloe playfully screamed and splashed Bobby and jumped onto his back, struggling to dunk him. Unfortunately, she couldn't, but that wasn't a problem since Jack offered his assistance. Bobby's head disappeared under the water.

"So, what exactly happened between you and Bobby?" Sue asked with curious eyes.

Tara searched to find the correct answer, "Uh…"

"How about we go inside and talk?" Sue suggested.

Thank-you, Tara mouthed. She turned to the laughing group, "We're going to go inside for a bit, okay?"

"Yep!" Bobby called back, his focus remaining on defeating Jack and Chloe.

Tara and Sue sat down across from each other in the living room. Sue raised her eyebrows in question. "Spill."

"Uh, well, I don't really know what to say exactly," Tara said.

"Oh, come on Tara, you don't honestly think that I'm going to fall for that, do you?"

"Uh, well, could you pretend that you do?" Tara asked in a quiet voice, raising her eyebrows.

"No. I want the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."

"Fine," Tara huffed, "so far, we've kissed three times in reality, in my dreams I've lost count already."

"Three times?" Sue smiled, "Is he good?"

Tara dropped her head on the back of the couch and sighed, "He's perfect." She glanced at Sue, but she wasn't looking at Tara, she was staring out the window with a look of pure amusement. "What?" Tara rose and followed Sue's stare; she was reading Jack and Bobby's lips, who were now sitting on the loungers, watching Chloe in the pool as they were talking. "What are they saying?" Tara whispered, tapping Sue's arm.

Sue glanced at her curious friend, "Why are you so interested?"

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"Because it's none of your business."

"Like it's any of yours."

"The only thing I'm telling you is that you should be flattered." Sue warranted.

Tara blushed. "Aww." What are you saying Bobby?

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