AN I was persuaded to write one more so here it is...this is the LAST chapter in this tale. I hope it gives ya'll some closure...and such. lol R&R
Not that she had been counting but it had been eight days. Well nine days since the suspect had been an ass and she had shown up at Danny's with a bottle of tequila. But eight days since she had woken up in his arms on his couch. Eight mornings since he had made her uncharacteristically late.
Eight long excruciating days of berating herself for turning into a notch on a belt, an office lay. She was the stupid new girl who had fallen for a playboy. Idiot, she told herself, you're a moron.
Danny didn't normally count things like days, hours and minutes but he was pretty sure if someone had asked he could pinpoint to the second the last time he had touched Lindsay. The short answer though, it was too damn long.
He didn't know what to do. He was at a loss. Should he call her? Should he text her every few minutes with stupid lines about how cute she was? He didn't do this much, this whole, what was it, wooing thing. So he did the only thing he knew how to do...nothing. And it was killing him, cause he knew it was pushing her further away. One thing he knew for certain, he didn't like her far away.
Mac told them separately that they had worked eight days in a row, most of them doubles so they had the next two days off. He didn't want to see them, he didn't want to hear from them, they needed to relax.
Lindsay got home and threw her keys in the bowl on her kitchen table. She dropped her coat onto one of her chairs and stood there. What now? No work. No friends. No...anything. She turned to look at a bottle of wine that sat on her counter.
Pity party it is, she thought to herself glumly.
Stella found Danny in the locker room an hour after he was supposed to have been gone. "I'd suggest leaving before Mac finds you." She said with a smile.
He looked over at her and gave her a small smile, "Have you ever been in a situation where you're sure whatever you do it'll be the wrong thing?"
She was intrigued, "This is about a girl isn't it?"
"Am I that obvious?" He asked with a sigh.
"With you it's usually about a girl," She said with a pat on his arm as she leaned against the lockers near him, "Although if I can recall it's usually about the nicest way to blow them off."
He chuckled at the insinuation then sighed again, "This time I think I've blown her off and I'm pretty damn sure I don't like it."
"Well then call her." Stella suggested.
"It's been eight days since the last time I saw her," He said leaving the hours and minutes off. "She won't want to talk to me."
Stella smiled, "Did she want to be with you eight days ago?"
He managed to suppress a full fledged grin but his smile still gave him away. He nodded, "Oh yeah."
She did the math then smiled at him, "Did you make her late for work?"
His head snapped up and knew that his wide eyes gave him away, "Maybe."
"Well then," Stella said with a laugh, "I'd say since you both have the next two days off you should go to her apartment, plead temporary insanity and pour on that Danny charm which I know works."
Without verbally confirming that they were in fact talking about Lindsay he searched her face for echoes of teasing, "You think?"
Stella grinned and pushed away from the locker she wrapped an arm around his neck and leaned into his ear, "I've seen her look at you Danny, I know." She patted his arm and walked away.
He licked his lips and stood there staring at his hands for a full minute before he just decided to hell with it, he had to at least try.
She was on her second glass of wine when she was sure she heard a knock on her door. She put the glass down, who could it be, no one would come to her place. She didn't have that many friends here yet, and sleeping with the one she was closest to had kind of isolated her some more, she thought this morosely to herself.
She opened the door without even looking to see who it was through the peephole. "You." She said looking at him as though he may possibly be a ghost.
He noticed that she had dressed down into a pair of low riding grey sweat pants and a tank top. It was ridiculously sexy to him. His hands were behind his back so he showed her the white flag he had in one of them, "I'm sorry." He said.
She took the flag and stepped out of the way to let him in, still not entirely sure that he was really there, "What for?" She asked.
He took in her apartment in one glance then turned to watch her close the door, lock it and then walk passed him to sit back on her couch. He inhaled then sat down next to her. He watched her take a long drink of a glass of wine before he finally spoke, "For effectively making you feel like a piece of meat that I used for the fun of it." He said sardonically.
The wine glass stopped on her lips halting her sip, she gaped at him, "What?" He wasn't supposed to do this. She had already put him into a category in her head of which he was rapidly removing himself.
He put an arm up on her couch and looked at her, "I don't do that you know, try to seduce my co-workers, sleep with them and then ignore them for a week. I really don't do that."
"Uh," Why wasn't her mouth working? Why was her tongue just frozen there in the middle of her mouth not moving?
He kept going, "You kinda came out of nowhere Lindsay." He took her silence to mean that he had to keep explaining himself, "I don't usually let people work their way into my mind, but you, you just won't leave it..."
She cut him off with her mouth, "Shut up." She said against him.
He was pretty certain he hadn't expected this to happen. He also didn't know she could move that fast. She had put her glass down and straddled him in what had to be Olympic timing. "Oh-uh-kay." He said as he automatically put one hand on her waist and the other on the base of her neck.
She kissed him for a few glorious minutes before pulling away to look very closely into his eyes, "Do not ever make me wait this long again." She instructed.
He nodded, "Yeah sure," he agreed, "Never again."
"Good," She said against his mouth, "Glad we've got that straight." She kissed him with a force she didn't even know she had.
His hands made their way underneath her tank top so his fingers could caress her bare skin. She pulled his shirt over his head and kissed along his neck, "I don't make breakfast." She whispered into his ear before biting the lobe lightly.
He chuckled which turned into a deep rumble in the back of his throat, "I got ya covered." He shifted and pulled the tank top over her head then lay her down on the couch, "You are so beautiful." He said moving the hair away from her face.
She smiled up at him, "I never pegged you as sentimental Messer."
He latched onto her mouth with such a force that it took her breath away, "Now who has to shut up?" He asked as his mouth followed the trail his fingers left as the danced their way down her body.
She just groaned and arched her back, her pity party effectively and permanently forgotten.
AN Sorry guys I just can't do the details...take in the sexiness that is Danny Messer and fill in the rest. ;)