Fitz Grant was feeling like a new man.

The uninterrupted weekend with Liv, with all of the fun they had, and hearing that she loved him? What else could be better?

It had been a while since he could demonstrate how he felt towards a woman freely. Back in California, there was an understanding. It was easy and comfortable. But now, he had the chance to shed the tired role of the good looking anchor, who could have any beautiful woman on his arm, doing it all for show and ratings.

Never in a million years did he think having a relationship with a co-worker could actually work out. They still had to be careful, not wanting to ruffle any feathers, but after their conversations at the restaurant, and in their hotel room, this was feasible. Now, he could be patient, knowing he and Olivia were on the same page.

"I had a great time. Loved every minute," he told her, as they returned to the complex on Sunday afternoon, from the garage. It was best to return early enough, so they could get some rest, and prepare for the coming week. Also, it was wise to make it to their floor without many eyes on them. Once the complex would fill up with other residents, it wouldn't have been an easy to zip in and out, with suitcases in tow.

Olivia removed her thick-rimmed shades to show off her playful eyes. "We should do it again."

"Next time," Fitz added, with his crooked smile, "I'll plan the outing."

"Taking initiative? I love that."

No longer wanting to stand around, Olivia gracefully stood on her toes, leaning towards his lips, which she had been observing since they left their respective vehicles five minutes earlier.

This time around, an unexpected kiss felt so good. Like a breath of fresh air, with the intensity when one allows his or her breath to be taken away.

Fitz tenderly cupped her face, while deepening the kiss. His heart raced hearing her soft moans against his mouth, as they continued to take advantage of this tender moment. In the hall between their apartment doors. Tucked away from others, where they could be themselves.

Another long minute of that could have gone on forever, but the elevator bell rung.

"Well! I guess that's our cue. If you want to stop by for dinner, my door is always open."

Fitz gave Olivia an adorable glance, hoping she'd take him up for this offer.

"As much as I want to say yes to those baby blues of yours, I won't be able to. Hair day. Meal prepping. Typical Sunday activities."

"Oh, of course. I'll be doing the same."

A neighbor was walking towards them, so they separated to clear the path.

"Hi there," Olivia greeted, tucking her hands in her coat pockets.

Fitz smiled.

Once the neighbor was out of earshot, she continued, "Anyway, raincheck?"

Another smile came her way, "Always."

Olivia nodded while retrieving her keys. She looked back as she turned the lock, "Happy Sunday-ing."

"You too."

"Cool. Text me."

"I will," he answered, leaning against the door frame. He rubbed his thumb on her arm. "Love you."

"Love you too," she winked.

Rocking on his toes, Fitz waited for her to go inside, before he did the same. Floating around and humming to himself, he decided to spend time tidying up the apartment.

Twenty minutes later, the phone rang, with a special tone.

Abigail Whelan.

When she called, he always answered.

"Well, this is a surprise."

"Shouldn't be. I always call you on Sundays."

Fitz chuckled, walking to the couch, because he knew it wouldn't be a quick conversation. "Hello, Gabby. How's it going?"

"Seriously? You know that is not my damn name!"

The snarky tones in his beloved agent's voice made Fitz laugh immediately. "My dear Abigail, Abbbbbyyyy… Ha, what's going on?"

"When were you going to tell me?"

"What?"

"When?"

"About what?"

"Stop playing. Your dating life."

The fiery back and forth was a hoot in Fitz's opinion, so he needed to throw a wrench. "Abby…you know we don't usually talk about this kind of stuff."

"I know you're dating someone," she replied, in a melodious tone. "Or involved. Who is it?"

"Abby."

"Seriously. I can tell. I've been keeping an eye on you, from afar. Don't get me wrong. You always look good when you're working, but you've been looking super radiant on camera. You are putting more effort into your social media, which I told you to, by the way."

"Oh my god."

"And, and! When I get a phone call from Mellie that she is very perturbed that you have not given her the time of day? Nor visited her while you were here? Which is a miracle, I must say—"

"Why in the hell are you taking calls from her?"

"You don't have any right to dictate whom I take calls from. Back to my point. I told you last spring it wasn't good for either of you to still have each other in the other's back pocket. Finally, you came to your senses. So that means there is something or someone else keeping your attention."

Fitz rolled his eyes, waiting for his agent to finish. If it was anyone else, the discussion would have ended promptly. But the two had gotten so close in three years, when he needed someone to be in his corner. They could talk about almost anything. Switching gears from professional matters to personal. Abby had his best interests in mind, and vice versa.

"So? Have anything to share?"

"Abbs, there is nothing to worry about," he confirmed, while changing into his sweats. "I'm loving it here. Work is fun again, you know that. I'm still learning the ropes of morning TV. That keeps me on my toes. Might I add, it was only my first day back? On a Friday no less? I'm bound to look rejuvenated after a holiday."

"Hmm...You're a little too slick, Grant."

Ready to flip the script, he asked, "Who are you dating these days? Huh?"

"What?"

Fitz used his charm to get her to spill, "Come on…You can tell me. Remember we have crossed the line of client and agent, to friends?"

"His name is David."

"David?"

"Yup. David. That's all you'll get," Abby firmly stated. "I know you're diverting, Grant."

"Our conversations need to be reciprocal."

"I'm keeping an eye on you and your brand!"

Fitz sighed, "As you should. Is this the only reason you called on a Sunday afternoon when I am off the clock?"

"No. I have something else. Been getting emails from potential brands. In particular, I received an email from one of the local car dealerships. They're interested in doing a collaboration, which includes a commercial."

That was something he missed a lot. The extra gigs, perks, and additional money. He told Abby he wanted to take it slow until the new year. Q-ratings were important and there was no point to accept more money if he wasn't really bankable in a new market.

"Hmm. I see. I will think about it."

"Fitz... you said to wait until January. We are a week in, buddy!"

Checking his watch, he was starting to get fidgety. "I know, I know. Making sure both of us get paid. I promise I'll give you an answer by Tuesday. Hey, I need to get going."

"Not a problem. Be good."

Fitz knew what she meant by that — don't do anything that would make her job harder. "Nothing bad is going on. Stop assuming."

Abby quickly apologized, knowing to not cross any more lines. "Right. New city. New man. New everything now. How's it going with Olivia?"

"She's an amazing partner. We've had our issues in the past, but I think we're in a good place. I do enjoy working with her a lot."

The statement was clean and precise. His tone was easy-going. He was being honest, just not opening up more.

Abby was happy to hear about the progress.

"Marvelous. You two look good together. Ratings?"

"They seem to be fine. Annalise is happy so…"

"Do y'all flirt?"

"Abby."

"Seriously? You know you can't help it."

The woman never gave up.

Fitz couldn't be upset, that was his M.O. for so many years. "Sometimes. But it's all in good fun. We want the show to run smoothly. Our audience has grown accustomed to our friendly banter. On set and on Instagram. Annalise enjoys what we're doing, so as much as we can, we will keep it up. Whatever that takes."

Abby agreed. "I'm happy for you. It's different, I like it."

"Thank ya."

Fitz stood to take one more walkthrough of the apartment. Everything was looking fresh and clean, but he needed to put away his bags from the weekend.

"Have you talked to her?"

"Kimmie? On the phone? No. Just replying to her comments on social media. I know she is still probably ticked off with me for leaving her. We were on auto-pilot. But you know this needed to happen. Waking up at 5 is not easy, but once I leave at 2, I can sleep the rest of the day, which is also what I needed."

"Is that a suitcase I hear?"

He laughed while rolling the item towards his bedroom. "Yes... Why are you so damn nosy?"

"Gotta keep you on your toes, Mr. Grant. I'll send over the drafts for the commercial. I'll talk to you on Tuesday."

"And then you can update me on this David guy."

"Never."

"Okay, girl. I'll talk to you soon. Love ya."

"Bye, Fitz. Mwah!"

He shook his head while ending the call. Taking a beat, he opened his text messaging inbox so he could send a note to her.

Apologies for interrupting. But I can't stop smiling. Thank you again for this weekend. Don't roll your eyes too hard tomorrow when I bring you coffee.

A minute had passed, and the most surprising, yet satisfying response came through.

You're the sweetest and I'm glad you joined me. If it's okay with you, I'd like to stop by for a drink, maybe dinner. See you in one hour? :)

Thanks for reading.

xo