I sat between the guys quietly munching on a bowl of popcorn while Tommy played a game of cards with Chris—trying desperately to keep their minds off the itching that they both must be feeling. There was no way I was touching the deck Tom had spread out in his hands.

"I am truly amazed at your capacity not to scratch yourself, Tom." I said seriously as I threw another piece of popcorn into my mouth. He just glared at me as I smiled cheekily. Chris, on the other hand, had to wear a pair of gloves out of Tom's bedroom to keep from scratching his. God, I was enjoying this way too much! I looked over Chris's shoulder at his cards. He was beating Tommy badly. I shook my head at Tom, giving it away that Chris had a bad hand. I ducked just as Chris swatted at me.

"Jude!" He cried out as I shrugged while Tommy smiled over at me. I couldn't help it. I really was impressed by his self-control. I'd be bleeding from all the scratching by now if it were me. He deserved to win that game at this point.

"I'm impressed by your ability to cheat." Tommy muttered as I shrugged. Chris rolled his eyes before throwing down the cards. Tom had won that hand easily. I looked up at the clock and jumped up quickly. I hated driving at night as it was and it was way beyond time for me to head home. I muttered my excuses and headed for the door. Tommy followed.

"Thank you for the things you brought." He said softly as I just stared over into his face. Now would be a good time to admit that I wasn't angry at him anymore. I glanced over at Chris who was sitting with his back against the couch and his face pinched together miserably before glancing back at Tom.

"And I want to thank you for saying you were sorry." I replied back as I turned toward the door again.

"Now do that coffee mug proud and come looking spiffy to the studio tomorrow." I told him winsomely as he glanced down at the rash on his skin and winced.

"Yeah, right. Sure thing." He answered me wryly as I laughed at the two of them one final time before heading out the door. The next few weeks were going to be interesting.

"And stop scratching!" I yelled over my shoulder at Chris as I heard him mumble at my back.

"Damn, the woman's got eyes on the back of her head.