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Wake up…was she dreaming or did she just hear a voice calling out to her? Suddenly her mind went back to the night before, she groaned, he really didn't leave. What time is it…aw crap I'm late for work! She jumped out of the bed and stumbled into the living room.

"Woody! What is going on in here? Why didn't you wake me up? I'm late for work…Garret's going to kill me."

"Oh yeah about that..." God she's gorgeous even this early in the morning.

"What about it!"

"Garret's not expecting you to come in till later today"

"What…" her heart started beating faster.

I called him to say you're running late…" he waited for her reply knowing it wouldn't be pretty.

"You did what? I can't believe you went behind my back and did that, what the hell were you thinking!"

"Ok I can understand you might be a bit upset but I promise you it's all done by the book and frankly Garret was more than happy to go along with it so…" Let's see if this works, come on Jordan you know you can't resist…

She tried really hard to stay mad at him but he sounded too sincere for her to continue her fit of anger…that and the puppy dogface he was giving her. "I can't believe this…is everybody in on this? I'm going to call Garret and then I'm taking a shower. You do what you feel like since I obviously have no say in that." She said pretending to be mad still. She wasn't very successful; he knew she wasn't mad anymore so when she left he couldn't but help to smile which she saw when she looked back one last time.

After checking in with Garret who lovingly scolded her for calling in on her well-deserved day off, she took her shower and headed back to the living room afterwards feeling an array of emotions. Her curiosity got the better of her, "hey Woody care to tell me wha…" she looked around her apartment but he was nowhere to be found. She called out one more time but he had apparently left.

She kicked herself mentally, haven't you realized by now…they never stick around long enough. A bit disappointed that she started to prepare some coffee for herself. She was halfway done when the door swung open and two huge bags of groceries seemed to walk in.

"Jordan! What are you doing?" Woody exclaimed as he quickly put the bags on the counter.

She nearly spilled the water on the floor, "you're seriously starting to drive me crazy here Woody."

"Welcome to my world then, now put the mug down and step away please."

"What's all this," she said as she pointed to the bags.

"Its called breakfast…people tend to eat it in the morning you know. Now go do something useful while I prepare it ok."

She had no choice but to agree and stepped back to let him do his work. For the next twenty minutes she unsuccessfully tried to busy herself with random things around the living room and going back and forth to her bedroom. If he were to ask her what she was working on she wouldn't know what to tell him, she was too preoccupied thinking about what he was doing.

He finally called her once the food was done and they sat down to a cozy little breakfast. No serious subjects were tackled, it seemed like they were just two ordinary friends spending some time together. When they were done eating Woody insisted on cleaning up. Once that was done they had to get ready for work.

"So, no hard feelings then?" he asked a bit serious.

"You made me breakfast Woody…"

His face lightened up, "Oh so I scored some brownie points then?"

"Don't push your luck farm boy."

"I wouldn't dare do such a thing; I just hope you realize we still need to finish our conversation from last night."

"It's going to have to wait or else we're both going to be late for work for real this time." She said as she was walking towards her bedroom to get ready for work.

He sighed, "Work and friendship…two words I'm starting to really dislike nowadays."

"Well I wouldn't if I were you…" she came back and gave him a kiss on the cheek then added, "This is for the breakfast; don't get any wild ideas in your head."

He made no reply and merely smiled. He was trying to savor the moment…she slowly but surely would soften up to idea. Granted he had waited four years already, but he had never pulled out all the stops before. He wouldn't make that mistake again…he was ready for her. The question lingering on his mind as he drove to work was would she be ready for him?