Finally, about 3 a.m. Cameron decided she had about all she could take of Hurricane's especially since Justice and Cat had decided to play her keeper and keep and eye on her the entire evening. She was sure that she would get a phone call from her brother in a day or so about all this. J.P. had planned on making one more stop before taking Cameron home. He decided to play Mr. Romantic and take her to the park.

"You know the park is closed right?"

"Yes ma'am I do. However, now is the best time to go since there isn't fighting over the swings or anything."

"If you say so…"

J.P. pulled up by the playground. He went around and opened the passenger door for Cameron. He then took her by the hand and led her over to the swing set.

"Sit down. I'll push."

"Yes sir."

"So, have you had fun tonight?"

"I have had a blast. I don't know why I was so worried earlier."

"I can definitely understand why you would be."

"You know, I used to be able to jump out of a swing when I was little. I wonder if I still can."

"Cameron, I don't think it's such a good idea with you wearing those shoes."

"The shoes aren't a problem."

"You're gonna do what you want, the least I can do is be ready to catch you if you fall."

"I won't fall silly."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

With that Cameron started to go a little bit higher. Not too much though, as she was out of practice when it came to this. She finally got to a height where she felt comfortable trying to jump out of the swing and off she went. The minute she went airborne, she realized J.P. may have been right after all. Sure enough though, he was right there to catch her to make sure she landed safely. When he caught her, the only thing both could do was laugh hysterically. Then things turned serious and all laughter stopped. They looked into each others eyes, and J.P. couldn't resist leaning in and kissing her. It was only a quick peck, just to see if she liked it or was ready to slug him one. He once again looked into her eyes, and saw something he didn't expect: confusion.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have…"

"It's ok. Really it is. It just threw me for a minute there."

"So you liked it?"

"Yea I liked it alright. I'm just wondering where it came from."

"To be honest, I really don't know myself. That seems to be the growing trend over this past week. It's like I can't get you out of my head. Every thought has you in it somewhere. I'm not really sure how all of this happened so fast, but all I do know is that if you want to, I would like to keep seeing you."

Cameron sat there in stunned silence. Damn, twice the man has done that to her in the past week. Her mind was going in it seemed 5000 different directions trying to dissect what she had just been told. Was she willing to put herself out there for him to possibly hurt after the hell she had been through with Jacob? He did make her happy, but so did Jacob when they first got together. Cameron had to remind herself for a second that all men weren't like Jacob Reynolds. She didn't realize how long she had sat there overanalyzing things until J.P. spoke.

"Cameron, please say something."

"I'm sorry. I was just thinking. I tend to go off in my own little world when I think about something too much."

"If you don't want to, that is fine…"

"J.P., it's not that. I just have a hard time trusting people, especially guys besides the ones in my family. Things have happened that made me this way, and there's nothing anyone can do about it."

"How about if we take things slow? You know, the whole one day at a time thing?"

"I can do that. Right now can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Shut up!"

"Yes ma'am. (Laughs).

After he stopped talking, Cameron leaned toward J.P. and kissed him. This time, neither pulled away. The kiss was soft, not passion filled or anything. Finally, they broke apart. J.P. decided it was time to take her home. After all it was 4:00 in the morning. Once he got down the road a little bit, he happened to glance over at Cameron. She was asleep with her head against the window. He pulled the SUV over long enough to lean the seat back a little and lock her door. He didn't want her falling out onto the street or anything. He rounded the corner he needed to take in order to get to her house, and began to wake her up.

"Sweetie?"

"Hmm…"

"We're home."

"Want to sleep please."

"I know baby. You can go to sleep as soon as you walk in the door. You have to get up for me now though."

"That's supposed to be my line."

"Even half asleep she still cracks jokes."

When Cameron finally began to get her bearings, she looked to see if he had passed her house up or not. She found he hadn't but she also had spotted something else. Her brother's Tahoe was parked in her driveway.

"Oh great."