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Heels clicked across the floor as she stepped off the elevator, walking into the outer part of Sam's office, his secretary wasn't there so she assumed he sent her home. That was better for her, since Sam didn't make it home for dinner, she went to her favorite French Restaurant and got her favorites to share with him. Walking to the door to Sam's office she pulled it open and stepped inside looking at his desk and seeing it was empty, her eyes drifted to the sofa and that is when she saw them, Sam and his secretary.

"Oh my God Sam?" She said eyes wide at the sight of him about to kiss another woman. "What the hell are you doing?"

Mercedes wasn't sure what was happening, or how she got in the position she was in, one minute she was talking to Sam, the next they were moving in together like two magnets put together and then Quinn walked in, for all intended purposes catching them. She pulled away from Sam and looked at Quinn who she was certain could kill them both.

"I uh… I need to go." She bent down and grabbed her shoes before standing and moving towards the door. She didn't look back at Sam or Quinn, just booked out of there before she could say or do anything else.

When Sam and Mercedes broke apart and Sam jumped into a standing position. He looked back and forth between Quinn and Mercedes, not knowing who to address first. When Mercedes left, he wanted so bad to go after her, but he couldn't. Quinn was right in front of him shooting daggers with her eyes.

"Quinn, it's not what you think."

"Not what I think? I think that my fiancée was about to fuck his secretary on that couch if I didn't walk in and catch you."

"We're not engaged."

"And that makes it right? Is that your excuse? That because you didn't put a ring on it, you can go and cheat on me?" Quinn was closed to tears. And it wasn't the fact that Sam cheated, it was more of the fact that he was ruining their plans. She put so much work in him and she would be damned if another woman reaped the benefits.

"I didn't cheat on you Quinn. Yes, I had a moment of weakness and let a connection build. But it wasn't intentional. You know I'm not a cheater." Sam didn't know what else to say about anything. His words weren't making sense to him, so he knew it wasn't making sense to her.

"Sam, if you needed sex, you could come to me. Hell, if there is anything lacking in our relationship, it's definitely not that." She choked on her words, realizing what this meant. "You love her.

"What? No! I don't. I was drawn to her. It's not love." Sam didn't know why she came to that conclusion, but he had to steer her away. He has only known Mercedes for a few weeks. Love isn't a factor.

"You know what, my mother always said a man will be a man. And if you have a secretary dressed like that and basically throwing herself on you, I can understand your momentary lack of judgement. So, I forgive you. Just fire her and we can go back to how things were."

"What? Quinn, I'm not firing her." Sam said not budging. She was a damn good assistant and being around her is the highlight of his days most of the time.

"How do you expect me to believe that she won't throw herself at you?"

"This whole thing wasn't her fault." Sam thought the truth may help him save Mercedes' job. "I've been attracted to her from the time I saw her. She has been nothing but professional towards me. Tonight, she worked late because I asked her to." Sam didn't know how Quinn was going to take his next words. "A part of me wanted to see what it was like being with someone who didn't expect so much. Who just enjoyed the little things. But she turned me down and told me she wasn't interested in a taken man."

"Are you serious? I saw you leaning in towards her with her cheek cupped in your goddamn hand. Don't lie to me Samuel.

"What you saw was Mercedes saying no and backing up. Nothing was going to happen between us because she didn't want it to. And that's the facts. So, I'm not firing her because then it will look like I fired her for turning down my advances and that can lead to a sexual harassment suit."

Quinn eyes narrowed. She didn't want to believe that it was Sam who made the advances, but what proof did she have. She wished she would have bugged the office when she had a chance. "Where does that leave us Sam? You can't throw away four years of planning and building our life together for someone who doesn't even want you or won't fit into our society. You know that if you started dating her, you would lose everything. Are you willing to risk it?"

Sam sighed and rubbed his hands down his face. "Quinn, it was nothing more than a maybe fling, if she wanted it to be. You, standing here in front of me, made me come to my senses. I love you and our life and I'm not willing to risk it all." Sam walked over to his desk drawer, opening it slowly and taking out a black box. He walked back in front of Quinn and got down on one knee. "Quinn, we have been through a lot together, and you have never left my side. We have been living together for two years, dating for four and are practically married anyway. What do you say we make it official? Will you be my wife?"

This wasn't the romantic proposal that Quinn had in mind, but it will do for the time being. She'll just stage a more public proposal because this just won't do. "Yes, Sam, I'll be your wife. But baby, you must upgrade that ring asap since you almost cheated. And we have to plan your public proposal." She wiggled her finger, so Sam could put it on. And once he did, she pulled him into a deep kiss. "Now let's go home baby and you can make some sweet sweet love to me to make up for this mess."

Sam smiled at her and nodded to everything she said before cleaning up the food and everything, and making his office look presentable. He then grabbed her hand and headed out, glancing at Mercedes desk on the way.

Mercedes couldn't go home but that was exactly where she was headed. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. What the hell just happened. What would she have done had he kissed her? Kiss him back? Push him away? More? Less? It all just seemed like a dream to her. She was finally on Sam's good side, they should have ended the night in a great place, however now she was exiting the office feeling like the lowest of the low. How could she allow her feelings to get the best of her?

Pulling into her driveway, she sat in her car laying her head on the steering column. What was wrong with her? She was professional, always, so why would did she allow him to get into her thoughts, her mind? Why did she allow him to make her feel like she was the most beautiful person in the world?

Stepping out of the car, she made her way to the house. Now is when she wished she had the twins, at least they would keep her mind off what happened. Kurt had the twins and if she called him, he would think that something had happened and freak out. She couldn't call San or Britt, she wasn't up for hearing how much of a homewrecker she could have been. She made her way to her room and went straight for the shower. She thought the shower might be the best thing for her, get her mind off everything.

But all the shower did was make her realize how lonely she truly was. Her life was filled with the twins, with work and she had nothing to show for it. Making her way to her bedroom, she climbed into bed and stared at her phone. Sleep eluded her for the longest time, her mind roaming back and forth. By the time she had fallen to sleep her alarm went off. Her first instinct was to call off. There was no way she could face Sam, she both wanted and didn't want to know what happened with him and Quinn.

But as she went back and forth once again, she realized that in truth she couldn't call off. They had way too much work to do for that. Sighing she sat on her bed staring into her closet. What should she wear? Could she wear? And why did she suddenly care? Standing she grabbed an orange curve hugging dress and paired it with her leopard print 5 heels and black suit jacket. She unwrapped her hair, letting the waves cascade down her shoulders and glanced at herself in the mirror.

She didn't know why, but clothes always made her feel better. Pairing outfits, designing her own pieces, it all just took her to her happy place. After placing a quick call to the twins, she headed to work. Arriving early, she spoke to Shane the security guard, asking him to let her know when Sam was headed up. Knowing how long the elevator ride was, she took precautions getting everything ready. Once she got the call, she went into Sam's office and set the fax confirmation papers on his desk, so he knew what was sent where, then set out his coffee, it was almost scorching hot, so he wouldn't need her to come to him to make it for him and bringing it.

She sent his computer his daily I'M to let him know of his meetings and as soon as the elevator doors beeped she picked up her phone and called out one of their contractors knowing Sam would never disturb her when she was making work calls for him. Pretending to be deep into her work when he arrived she didn't even look up from her computer, inputting all the information from the call into her notes. This was her job, and she did it well, so well she may just get away without talking to him at all.

Sam woke up next to Quinn, last night's events still fresh on his mind. He laid there for what felt like forever replaying over and over what went on between him and Mercedes. He had never felt a desire to kiss someone so strong as he felt towards Mercedes. What was it about her? Yea, she's beautiful, smart, funny, but so are a lot of women. What is making her stand out from the rest? Sam didn't get much of a chance to dwell on his confusions since Quinn started stirring beside him.

"Hello there, Fiancé. How did you sleep?" Quinn smiled softly, green eyes shining bright.

"I slept good." He didn't know when lying became second nature to him. How did you sleep?"

"I'm so sore baby. How about a morning quickie?"

"I would, but I need to get into work a bit early today. I have a lot to do.

"You're going into work? After everything, I thought you would stay in bed with me today."

"Quinn, I still have a business to run. I have things that need to be done. We can meet up for dinner tonight if you want."

Quinn sat up and folded her arms. "What are you going to do about that secretary?"

"I'm not going to do anything. I'm just going to work and be professional. That's it."

He got up out of the bed, grabbed his boxers and headed into the bathroom. His shower took longer than usual, but he needed at least five minutes to himself without Quinn breathing down his neck with her rants. He needed to sort his shit out but didn't know how or where to turn. Stepping out, he did his normal grooming which included shaving his face. But Sam couldn't bear to look at himself now, so he skipped that part. He got dressed and went to the kitchen where Quinn was in her bathrobe making him breakfast.

"You need your strength for the day babe. Here a well-balanced breakfast. Egg whites, turkey bacon, and whole wheat pancakes served with your favorite coffee."

Sam didn't know what gotten into her, but he sat down and ate his breakfast quickly and quietly.

"Why are you in a rush? You normally don't go in until 11."

"I just have so much that needs to get done. I have to get there early today." He got up walked over to the cabinet and got his thermos out and dumped his coffee in it. "I really don't have time to sit and eat. I'll call you later." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Love you,"

"Love you too. Just don't forget what you have at home. Don't mess this up." She called out as Sam was walking out the door.

His driver Finn met him with a smile and had the door to Sam's Escalade opened and waiting for him. "Good morning Mr. Evans. Will we be making any stops before you go into the office today?"

"Morning Finn. No stops. Just take me to the office. Thank you."

Sam didn't know how he was going to act upon seeing Mercedes. He still didn't know what to say to her, or even if she wanted him to say anything.

Walking in the building, he greeted the security team before heading up to the elevator. He had a minute before he would be faced to face with her, so he spent that minute getting his breathing under control.

But it would look like fate stepped in because Mercedes was on the phone. And he knows it's probably business, so he just gives her a small smile before heading in his office, closing the door behind him. And he was surprised that everything he needed done, was already done and the fax he was most eager to receive was on his desk. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought she did this purposely, so she didn't have to talk to him. It was smart on her part, but he really wanted to talk about last night, though he still hadn't figure out what to say. He waited until he saw the light on the phone go off indicating that Mercedes was off the phone. And he was about to call her into his office, but as soon as he picked up the phone, he thought better of it and put it down. She obviously doesn't want to talk about it and he doesn't want to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she probably does. So, he got up poured out the coffee from home and started drinking the one Mercedes had made for him and dug into his work.

The day seemed to drag on, though Mercedes had managed to get by without seeing Sam, he seemed preoccupied, so it worked in favor of her situation. The one thing that annoyed her, was Quinn calling every 30 minutes to speak with Sam. He had a few meetings, so it was fine when Mercedes didn't have to connect her, though she seemed pretty angry when she was refused. Mercedes just sent her to Sam's line knowing she would get the voicemail. When it because too long for her to go without speaking to Sam, she stood from her desk and walked to his door.

Knocking softly, she took a deep, calming breath and stepped into the office. "Uh Hello Mr. Ev- Sam. I was able to get the Museum deal approved and they said that we could start construction as early as Monday." She handed him the paper. Is there anything else?"

She couldn't believe that this was so awkward but that's how she felt, awkward.

Sam looked up from his computer at Mercedes and couldn't help but admire her outfit. No matter what, she always had this sexy professional look, but he knew she probably wouldn't believe him if he told her.

"Thank you, Mercedes." He took the papers from her and stood up from his desk. "I owe you apology for last night. I was out of hand and if I made you uncomfortable, that wasn't my intention."

Mercedes looked at him and shook her head. "Sam, you didn't." She chewed her bottom lip before she glanced up to him and cleared her throat. "Last night was fun, more fun than I have had in a long time, I really enjoyed getting to know you. I wasn't uncomfortable and to be fair I think we were both thinking the same thing. If you got in trouble with Quinn I am sorry. I don't know what we were thinking…"

She said with a small smile, blushing as she looked from his eyes and down to his lips, as her mind thought about she and Sam almost kissing.

Sam was relieved that she wasn't uncomfortable. That's the last thing that he wanted her to be. "Last night was the most relaxing and fun time I've had in god knows how long. I don't remember the last time I just kicked back and talk and ate a burger and laugh and just be myself." Yea he has done those things with Blaine and Mike and college, but he graduated college six years ago. And then he and Quinn had been together, but not official yet and they just didn't do things like that. "And I don't know what came over me, but I had such a strong desire to kiss you. But I was way out of line and I apologize."

Mercedes looked away from. "Well I am glad that I was able to do that for you, you deserved a night off. And I like to think last night made us friends. And as for the kissing thing…" Her voice trailed off, Sam confessed to her, so she should do the same. Moving closer to him. "As for the kissing, I don't know what came over myself either, but if I am being honest I had that same feeling, that I wanted to kiss you, needed to kiss you. But I know that the feeling was really strong. And I am sorry again for my part, I mean I don't know what I was thinking, even if you had the feeling, a guy like you kissing a girl like me is just, not something that happens."

Sam listened to her words and was glad that she didn't feel uncomfortable, or that he was alone in his feelings. But as much as he wanted to take a chance, he couldn't. There was too much at state for him to gamble with. Plus, he was a taken man, and that alone had responsibilities that he couldn't walk away from.

"I don't know what happens now. We could keep it professional like today… no, actually, I can't go on with how things were today. But I can offer a friendship. If you're up for it of course." A friendship was all that he could offer at the moment. And probably forever.

Moving closer to his desk, she listened to him and bit her bottom lip wondering if she could be friends with him, maybe she wasn't even attracted to him but to the thought of being with someone. If this didn't wake her up to make her believe that she needed to start dating, nothing would.

"I don't want to have a day like today either, I kind of missed talking to you." She placed her hair behind her ears shaking her head, she shouldn't have said that. "Friends it is. Sam I just… I would never want to make your life difficult. No matter my feelings I would never." She looked down to her hands. "I would never make you cheat or anything like that."

Sam smiled slightly. "I kind of missed talking to you also." There was so much he wanted to say, so much he shouldn't say, but he needed to get this off his chest. "Mercedes, if there is one thing I'm certain of, it's that you make my life easier, never difficult." Sam knew that was a heavy thing to say to her, but he has never spoken more truer words. "And if something were to happen last night, it won't be because you made me or seduced me, it would be because I'm insanely attracted to you and couldn't hold back any longer." He moved closer to her and reached out to hold her hand. He didn't say anything just held it while looking her in the eye. After a while he finally said, "I'm sorry if I made your life difficult. I know Quinn's be calling. I can talk to her and tell her not to call you."

"Well I mean that is my job, right? To make your life easier?" She said with a smile. That's what she did for his mom and now him. She had to keep telling herself that she and Sam were just not compatible even though she knew that was a lie. "It would have been because I am insanely attracted to you too Sam. How could I not be? Not only are you sexy as hell, you have the best laugh, I mean your real laugh the one where you are just you." She had never felt connected to anyone the way she felt to Sam and it killed her knowing that.

Mercedes was fine, she could handle everything, except for the fact that Sam was now touching her. She looked back up to him and sighed. "It's my job to take your calls Sam, Quinn loves you, I mean how can she not. She just wants to make sure she keeps you. I can understand that. Though I am not a threat to her, whatever would have happened yesterday if it happened, it wouldn't have changed your relationship. I mean she saw us and it made you guys stronger so maybe what happened, happened for a reason." She didn't know if she was making any sense but she was trying to find some reason to not lean in and kiss him.

'When I say you make my life easier, I'm not talking about just professionally." Sam wanted to go into details, but he couldn't without coming to terms to what he is feeling for her. "And you're one of the few people that can get me to show my real smile. Must be a special talent you have." Sam knew he was flirting but he couldn't help it even if he tried.

Sam didn't want to talk about Quinn and her love for him, or his love for her. He didn't know what Mercedes meant when she said Quinn and he gotten stronger. Unless she knows about the proposal, but he hoped that isn't the case. He wanted to swoop down and kiss her and just see what would happen. Maybe there would be no fireworks and it would be fine. Or maybe it would be explosive and blow up his whole world. But he isn't ready to find out.

"Okay, this conversation is getting heavy, so how about we lighten it up. Do you want to eat lunch with me? As friends of course. We can also plan the company picnic, though I'm feeling more of a company bar-b-que vibe."

Mercedes wanted to push and ask him what he meant but she figured now wasn't the time. She shrugged. "I will take that as a compliment, you should keep smiling, it's a good look." She caught his eyes and needed to move closer. God if she could just get one kiss, one time she would be in heaven but now wasn't the time. Never would be the time.

She pulled her hand away from his and stood tall. "I can do lunch, just tell me what you want, and I will order it now. And yes, let's plan this event. It should be something fun and a way to let people let their hair down. But if you are serious about Barbecue then you have to taste my sauce. It's almost out of this world, some even call it finger licking good because you wouldn't dare waste any of it on a wipe or napkin. But two, I think the staff would really love it, we might even need to get something going like a capture the flag game or something like that."

"Actually, since it's a beautiful day out, how about we go out? There are a few hot dogs stands or we can go to the place you ordered the burger, and then just sent down on the benches at the park and plan and eat." He hoped she would go for it because being out in the open with her would hopefully show us that no matter what his status is, she should never be surprised by people wanting her. "And if your sauce is as good as you make it out to be, then I may need a few bottles for my own personal stash. And yes, games galore. But we'll talk more on the way out." He walked to his office door and held it for her. "After you."

While it sounded like he was asking her out, she knew he wasn't, this was just them showing they could be friends. "You know what I can do either or, though hotdogs sound really good right now." She walked over to the door and walked out. "Thank you, kind sir." She said with a wide smile. "I could make you some wings just so you can taste it. I don't pretend I am like the next great chef but I can throw down somewhat in the kitchen, well certain things." She walked over to the elevator. "So, what are you expecting from the company Barbeque picnic?"

"Okay, hot dogs it is." Sam was excited to just eat lunch like regular working people. He was tired of deliveries all the time. "The next time you make some wings, you can just bring some to work for me with your special sauce. And you're probably a better cook them I am, though I can make some really good dishes." Before Sam could answer her question, the elevator opened and they stepped on it. "So, I want a lot of food. Like food galore. Hamburgers, and hotdogs for the kids. But I want real food for the adults, like chicken, potato salad, steak, salmon, things you can easily put on the grill." Sam paused to smile at his employees getting on at various floors. "Tag football is a must game. Maybe some card games, charades, I'm not really sure."

"That's a deal, I will probably make some this week or next." She eyed him. "Really what can you cook?" As Sam started talking some more, Mercedes pulled out her phone taking notes. "Okay that sounds good but you can't forget the ribs, and mac and cheese, but I can make those. Oh, and you can't forget desserts. As for games, okay football. Capture the Flag where the winning team get a reward like an extra vacation day or something. Oh, and we can do raffles." She quickly typed as they made their way out to the lobby.

Shane looked up to see Mercedes walking out of the building with Sam. "Mr. Evans." he said nodding to Sam. "Ms. Jones, looking lovely as always."

Mercedes smiled. "Thank you, Shane." She went back to her phone then looked back at Sam. "Oh what if we had like Karaoke too?"

"Wait, are you actually taking notes? This isn't supposed to be a work-related thing. Just us brainstorming over lunch in a casual situation." Sam realized that planning something over lunch does sound professional, but that is not what he wanted out of this whole thing. "I'm going to be bring a dish and you will just have to be surprised." Sam listened to her list off the games that they will be playing and nodded. "Just make sure you have tag football. There will be no injuries at the company barbecue. And, no extra vacation days. You're talking about ten or fifteen people or more getting an extra vacation day. This is an off the clock event and it really isn't fair for those who don't or can't compete. I rather just give them gift cards. Maybe 200 each." Vacation days had to be earned and not by playing a capture the flag game. And yea he realizes he's dishing out more money than doing the vacation day, but he rather that. "But yes, to the raffle. Also, I rather have the event catered instead of asking you to cook. There's going to be more than 100 people there, that's a lot to cook for. This is supposed to be a stress-free event for the company."

When they passed the security desk, Sam nodded at Shane and held the door open for Mercedes. They walked some until they saw a hot dog vendor. "What do you want on your hotdog and how many do you want?"

"I am taking notes for myself not for work, I like to stay organized so in case I forget something I can go back and read what I wrote." She looked over to Sam and smiled. "How about this, we pick a day next week, and we both bring in lunch we can share, that way we can show off our skills." As he went over the games she nodded. "Oh no injuries, we should have a first aid station though just to be safe, I mean you can't control everything and there will be kids there. And okay no vacation day but $200 gift cards? That will get everyone playing, that's a lot of money." She placed her phone in her purse. "For the raffle I can call around to some of the

places we have worked for and see if they want to donate. I know the Burger Shack will donate some free meals. I can get Kurt to offer some free coffee coupons too. Everyone loves coffee and burgers."

As they walked out the building she nodded. "Okay, okay no cooking, I am sure we can find a caterer to feed everyone." She looked at the cart and smiled at the toppings. "Just ketchup, relish and mustard for me and I can take two and a drink."

"I just meant for you to put tag Football down as oppose to the regular tackle football. There's bound to be less injuries and less fights. And I know kids are going t be there, but they aren't playing with adults. We could just get some kid friendly games going." Sam remembered when he was younger and they came to something like this. Stacy decided to play tug of war with everyone, but because she was so small, she got scrapped up. He wants to try and avoid that at all cost.

"I'm also sure I can get some big companies to donate expensive gifts for the raffles so we can have more than free meals and drinks. Like memberships, T,V,s, game systems, and I may just raffle one of my sports cars that is brand new and hasn't been driven yet. It literally has 3 miles on it." Sam hated when he went to places that had raffles but they only had the cheapest things that weren't worth the cost of the raffle tickets.

Sam ordered her hotdogs with just ketchup and relish, and he ordered his with ketchup, mustard, relish, and onions, got him a bottle of snapple, then turned to her. "What drink did you want want?"

Mercedes agreed with him, they really needed to make sure the younger kids didn't get hurt. "Well we can do something more fun for the kids. Like Capture the Flag with water guns or something along those lines so while the adults are having a good time the kids won't be left out. We just need a big enough space to where everyone can have a great time." She knew the twins enjoyed the picnic last year so this time wouldn't be any different.

Hearing Sam's comment caused her to frown for a moment but she quickly recovered not wanting him to see. "Okay so see now i have to buy like a hundred tickets if you are throwing cars in the mix. Gonna make me spend all my money on tickets." She joked. It must have been nice not to worry about money, hearing Sam talk about giving away cars and getting expensive things for the raffle just made her realize how many things were different about them. She was excited about discounts and he was giving away whole cars like it was nothing.

As they got their food she asked for a pink lemonade snapple. As they began to walk again she moved over to one of the chairs outside. "I think it's going to be a really fun time for all." she said not really knowing what else to say, nothing she thought of was nearly as good as what he could do.

"I think location is the most important thing. Once we get that, then everything else will come into play. We can probably have it at Morningside Park. It's big and there are a lot of activities for people to do, plus the ones we will have." Sam raised his eyebrow at her comment about the cars. "What? Is that too much? I just want to make sure the employees and their families have a good time. I mean, I know they have a good time every year, but this is my first year as CEO and I just want to do things about big." Sam hoped he didn't offend her, but he knew he probably did because he offends people easily when he flaunts his wealth around, though that isn't what he was trying to do.

Sam took a bite of his hot dog and moaned. He was starving and it hit the spot. This would have to hold him until he meets Quinn later for dinner.

"Morningside Park works out great. I am sure people will love it there." She opened her drink taking a sip. "It's not too much, you want to make a name for yourself separate from your mom and dad, I get it. The staff will appreciate it. It's not everyday you get a chance to win a new car, or entertainment set. We are going to sell out of tickets really fast."

Opening her hot dog she stopped hearing him moan. Smiling she shook her head. "You must not eat good food if hot dogs and burgers have you moaning like that." Taking a bite herself she thought back to when things were really fun for her and the kids. "I think we should have raffles for the kids too. And are we doing goodie bags?"

"Yea, but I don't want to make a name for myself in a douchebag type of way. I guess this would be seen as me showing off some, but as long as everyone is enjoying themselves, I can't be bothered to care. We just have to make sure everything is organized well. We should start on calling the different vendors today, when you have some time of course."

Sam shrugged. "The only reason this hotdog taste so damn good is because I'm starving. I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast, and then just been working and working and built up my appetite." Sam nodded in agreement about the raffle for kids. "Maybe I can get Stacy and Stevie's advice on what the kids raffle should consist of. And goodie bags? Is that something company picnics normally have? Or are you talking about goodie bags for the kids?"

Mercedes smiled. "That's a good way of thinking, people tend not to judge when they are winning things so you may not have to worry about that. And I can get on with the Vendors as soon as we get back. I have a list your mom used and I am sure you have a few of your own you want to add to it."

She took a sip of her drink and nodded. "Yeah I didn't get to eat either, the Twins were staying with my friend Kurt and Maddie forgot her Uniform, Miles forgot his Clarinet and so I had to run it to them, then I came in here to make sure everything was set before you got in, so I am enjoying it too."

She placed her drink down taking another bite of her food finishing it. "That's a great Idea, trust me they will know. And yes goodie bags for the kids, just something fun for them to have." Looking at the time she sighed. "Well we better get back, my boss is a real hard ass, if I am late he will not be happy." She said with smile.

Sam looked at his watched and nodded before walking over to the trash can and throwing out the foil and napkin the hot dogs came in. "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll give you a pass, just for today. Let's go Jones." He teased. Before Sam knew it, they were back in the building heading up to the office. Sam enjoyed his time with Mercedes, but often had to repeat the mantra that he was her boss, he was engaged, and any feelings he thought he had for her isn't real. If he can keep that in mind, then things should work out fine.