A/N: And here's the newest chapter. It's written especially for FreakEmoWriter17, Tanya50801, Erin McKinley, bookworm0408, jackjackio, starfan88, alexis, blondenhot, LuvInstntStar24, Kris10rox, blueyes8907, LittleZurawski, Lindsey, and Duddley111. :) Thanks guys, I appreciate you giving me great feedback on the last chapter.
"So," Jude said, twirling her cue stick around her hand like a baton. "You sure you don't want to try this?"
"With out being able to feel things, it's harder to get the whole hand-eye coordination thing down," he explained, leaning against the pool table, watching her play.
"You could try though…does practice make perfect in this case?" she questioned, absentmindedly, walking around the table looking for her angle.
"I don't know," he shrugged, watching her line up her shot.
"Since you basically suck, we won't put any money on the table," She promised, challenging him with her eyes. She walked, around in front of him, gently nudging him over with her hip.
He looked at her curiously as she bent over again, looking for her angle. He watched her shirt ride up ever so slightly exposing a few inches of tanned skin. He unconsciously, ran his fingertips over the small of her back, causing her to jump and miss her shot.
"Yeah, I think I will give it a try," he smiled, enjoying her reaction to his touch.
She wordlessly handed over her own pool stick and walked over to the wall to retrieve another one.
She stood behind him, leaning against her pool stick, watching him carefully lean at the waist to make his shot. His first shot was catastrophically bad.
"Nice," Jude murmured, softly.
Tommy glanced over his shoulder at her curiously. "What," he smirked, standing up straight. "Did you not just see that?"
"Y-y-yeah," Jude stuttered, looking up from his backside. "That was nice," she nodded. She looked at the look on his face. "I mean it was horrific?"
Tommy shook his head, bending over the table again. "You don't mind if I try that again, do you?" he asked, already lining up for his shot again.
"Nope, not at all," she muttered, refocusing on his derriere. "Take your time."
After completely missing again, Tommy grunted. "This could be impossible."
"Here, I'll help you out a little bit," Jude offered.
"You will uh?" he chuckled.
"Yes. I will, now bend over," she ordered, trying desperately hard not laugh or crack a smile. But they both lost the battle and burst into side-aching laughter. "I'm serious though. Let me help you line up your shot." Causing him to laugh harder.
"Come on," Jude urged, only causing them to only laugh harder. "You're perverted Quincy." She rolled her eyes, walking away from him.
"I'm sorry. Go ahead," he smiled, grabbing her wrist, and pulling back to his side.
She gently guided his hands along the pool stick, trying not to focus on the way he smelled, or the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips. They wordlessly, worked together, lining up for the shot. "Okay," she said, "Now, get ready to hit it, nice and easy…" she instructed.
He fought desperately not to laugh as they drew back and hit the cue ball, sending the eight ball into the side pocket. Jude quickly stepped away from him. "Nice," she grumbled, brushing her bangs out of her face. "I'm going to go wait in the main house for the takeout guy…" she said, nodding toward the house. "Should be in here any minute…" she explained. "Ooh, no wait. Let me go show you something, really fast—sort of a housewarming gift."
"Housewarming gift uh?" he repeated, following her out the pool house and sliding the glass door shut behind him and nearly crushing Remembrance, Jude's boxer.
The dog stood up and barred her teeth at him, letting out a low warning growl. Tommy winced and moved quickly away from him. "Sorry girl," he murmured, glancing up to see if Jude had seen him stepping on her dog, but she was occupied opening the gate to the high wooden fence that surrounded the pool area.
"You're dog hates me," Tommy commented, shutting the gate back.
"She hates most guys," Jude said, waving off his theory.
"Oh she's been around a lot of guys," he questioned, nonchalantly, following her toward down the driveway. He watched her tense up slightly upon hearing the question.
"Um," she started, throwing him a sideways glance. "No. She hasn't been around a lot of guys. Liam and Kwest mostly…and Grayson."
"Grayson," he echoed, instantly stopping in his tracks.
"Yeah, Grayson," she said, opening the door to her car.
Tommy fumed, as he watched her search through the glove compartment. Kwest never mentioned a Grayson to me. "You and Grayson--" he trailed off, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets. "Are you two close?" he asked, hesitantly.
"Yeah, we're developing, a close relationship," Jude reckoned, hiding a huge grin, as she searched through her glove compartment.
"Oh really," Tommy scoffed, nodding his head.
"Yup, he's been walking Remembrance for me since he was 11," Jude replied, "Aha! Found it," she exclaimed, holding up the garage door opener.
Tommy frowned in confusion. "Wait. Grayson's your dog walker?" he asked, shaking his head.
"Yes," Jude confirmed, her eyes twinkling. "Close your eyes," she said, opening her garage door.
"Why?"
"Just do it," she told him, placing her hand on her hip.
He shrugged and covered his eyes to humor her. "They're closed."
"You lie," she chuckled, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, they're really closed now," he said, lying some more, he watched as the garage door open revealing a black SUV. "Holy shit, you got me a Range Rover?"
"Uh. No," she said, looking at him like he was crazy. "That's mine. And I thought you weren't looking?"
He shrugged sheepishly, watching her walk over to the inside and taking keys off a hook and walking over to the other car that was covered. "This would be yours," she said, pulling the car cover off the other parked vehicle.
He clutched his chest and walked closer. "M-m-m-my Viper," he exclaimed, walking closer to it.
"Yup," Jude nodded, tossing him the keys. "I'm surprised you didn't ask about it sooner."
"I thought I had been it on the day of the accident," he whispered, kissing the hood.
"No, you were in the Cobra," Jude explained. "The Viper had been in the shop at the time." She smiled, watching him fawn over the car.
He ran his fingertips over the hood. "You'd be happy to know, no one drove it while you were—you know MIA, well except me."
His head shot up quickly at that statement.
"What? It's here in one piece isn't it? Besides did you really want the battery to go dead?"
Tommy shrugged, and cocked an eyebrow at her. "Did you do any Dukes of Hazzard shit while driving her?" he asked, solemnly.
"Ha. You're so funny," she rolled her eyes, "Kwest's has your motorcycle at his house. The Hummer was kinda sold."
Tommy nodded silently, unlocking the door and slipping into the driver's seat, running his fingers over the steering wheel and the dashboard wordlessly.
Jude smirked, as she watched him get reacquainted with his favorite car. "Um, I'm going in the house," she said. "Takeout guy should be here at any moment," she said, backing out the driveway toward the house. "Tommy," she said, in a worried tone.
"In the house. Takeout," he nodded, inserting the keys in the ignition. "I'm just going to take her for a spin around the block."
"Okay," Jude shrugged, amusedly.