Ethan couldn't understand why his landslide patient kept trying to confide in him. He was still frustrated from their most recent encounter when he saw Leanne a few feet ahead of him. "Hey," he called out as he hurried to catch up to her. "Why do people want to talk to me about things. I'm not that guy."

"You could be that guy."

"I don't want to be that guy. I wanna be the guy that goes to work and comes home and never learns anything personal about anybody ever."

"Well, me thinks thou doth protest too much. I saw you with Rick. Face it. You care."

Before Ethan could respond, paramedics brough in another patient from the landslide. Leanne and Ethan silently agreed to continue their conversation later and got to work.

*** CB ***

At the end of their shift, Leanne met Ethan at the elevator to the parking garage. As they stepped onto the elevator, she slipped her hand into his and asked, "Do you want to go to dinner?"

"Sure. Is the diner okay?"

"Sounds good."

When they stepped off the elevator, Ethan let go of Leanne's hand and slid his arm around her waist to guide her in the direction of her car. He was unusually quiet, but Leanne was certain there was something he wanted to say. She waited until they reached her car, then poked him in the ribs to get his attention.

Ethan grunted, "What?"

"Are you okay? You seem distracted."

"I was just thinking about the conversation we were having before the paramedics brought Drew in."

"What about it?"

"You remember when I said I don't want to ever learn anything personal about anybody?"

"Yes."

"I didn't mean you."

"I know."

"I want to get personal with you."

"I've noticed."

"Good. I just wanted to clear that up. Let's go to dinner."

Leanne brushed a quick kiss across Ethan's lips. "What do you say we skip the diner and go to my house? We can get personal."

Ethan started to get excited, but then he noticed the teasing glint in Leanne's eyes. "You're trying to get me to watch one of your chick flicks," he accused.

"Yes, I am," she admitted with a coy smile.

"Can we at least stop by the diner and pick up dinner to go?"

"I'll even buy you a piece of pie."

"Deal."

*** CB ***

The next morning, Leanne woke up on the couch in her living room. It took her a second to realize that Ethan was still there and that she was laying on top of him. She carefully eased herself out of his arms and off of the couch. As she looked down at Ethan, she thought about waking him up, but figured that the night on the couch would have already taken its toll and it wouldn't hurt to let him sleep while she cooked breakfast. She took the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over him before heading to the kitchen.

Leanne was flipping an omelet onto a plate when she heard Ethan enter the kitchen. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning, handsome."

Ethan pressed a kiss to her neck, then buried his face against her shoulder. "Something smells good," he mumbled sleepily.

"I'm making omelets for breakfast. Go sit down. They'll be ready soon."

"Mkay. I'll pour the coffee."

"Thanks," Leanne giggled happily. She turned her face away from Ethan to hide her smile. It had been more than four years since she'd enjoyed such simple domesticity and she was loving every moment.