Lindsay hunted around her apartment trying to straighten things up and finding all the clothes they had discarded the night before.
When she grabbed everything she went and dumped it on Danny's sleeping form.
"What?" Danny spluttered awake.
"Good morning sunshine."
"Do you always wake people up so eloquently?"
"Well the people we work with will be here in two hours and they are trained to spot things where they shouldn't be. What exactly were you wearing yesterday?"
"What?" Danny asked.
"Clothes." Lindsay simplified. "Have I got everything?"
"Lindsay I'm pretty sure they all know we're sleeping together."
"You just called me Lindsay."
"I noticed." Danny replied. "Relax."
"Danny I'd rather not have my boss find my underwear flung somewhere." Lindsay pointed.
"Well all my stuff is here. But you might want to find your bra."
"I found it." She picked it up of the floor.
"Then you have nothing to worry about."
"I'm not used to having people over."
"You'll do great. If you want I can distract you for a while?" He offered.
"I have things to do."
"I can be quick." Danny offered.
"That's not something to brag about."
Half an hour later they were both dressed, Danny had shoved any evidence that he had spent the night at Lindsay's into the back of her closet.
"So what do you want me to do?" Danny asked.
"Run to the store for some milk." Lindsay requested.
"That wasn't what I was expecting you to say."
"And butter milk, maybe some… You know what it would just be easier if I made you a list."
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"Hey Danny." Hawkes caught up with him outside Lindsay's building when he returned with the sack of groceries.
"Morning. You're early."
"I'd already read the paper and I didn't think Lindsay would mind." He paused. "You're here early too."
"I got roped into helping. I stupidly asked what I could do, she wanted me to get milk at the store which turned into a whole list of other things and here we are."
"Let me ring the buzzer for you." Hawkes offered.
"The key is in my pocket if you want to grab it."
"She gave you a key?"
"She said it was easier for me to let myself back in." Which was almost true.
Hawkes took the key from his pocket and opened the door and then the one to Lindsay's apartment.
"Yo Montana." Danny called when he entered. "Hawkes is here."
"Hey." Lindsay walked out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel.
"Sorry I'm early."
"It's fine."
"I brought the rolls and some croissants because they smelt good."
"Thanks." Lindsay took the proffered bag from him. "Do you want something to drink?"
"What no hi Danny thanks for going to the store?" Danny asked.
"Hi Danny thanks for going to the store." Lindsay repeated. "You can set it on the counter."
"I'm fine." Hawkes told her.
"Why don't you take a seat? The remote control is on the coffee table if you want to watch TV. This is going to take a while."
"Thanks."
"There's your change." Danny set it down on the counter next to the groceries he was unpacking. "I threw in a few things that weren't on your list so I owe you about eight bucks."
"Don't worry about it." Lindsay told him.
"By the way you have flour on your nose." He wiped it off.
"Thanks." Lindsay replied. "Why don't you keep Hawkes entertained?" She suggested.
"Are these your brothers and sister?" Hawkes appeared in the door with a photograph frame.
Lindsay diverted her attention away from Danny.
"Yes. That's my baby sister Becky; she's in grad school at Harvard studying applied mathematics."
"Smart." Hawkes said.
"That's my older brother Adam; he's helps run the ranch when he's not performing with his band around the local towns. And that's my brother Clay." Lindsay pointed out.
"You're brother is called Clay?" Danny questioned.
"It's short for Clayton and don't make fun of it or I won't get you free tickets the next time the Colts are in town to play the Giants."
"What?" Danny was a little confused.
"Clay's one the assistant coaches for the Colts, he used to a coach for the 49ers. Why do you think I know so much about football?" Lindsay asked.
"How come you never mentioned that before?" Danny inquired.
"You never asked." Lindsay shrugged. "He went to college on a football scholarship, he would have turned pro but he tore up his knee in the last game he played. So he turned to coaching instead."
"If he doesn't want to go with you I will." Hawkes told her.
"I'll keep that in mind." Lindsay replied.
TBC