Chapter 12

Her eyes slowly opened the following morning and rubbed her eyes, seeing it was purely dark, due to the shades drawn, keeping the sunlight out. Martina could feel arms wrapped around her and inhaled, sighing as the scent engulfed her. Randy. He had a scent unlike no other and it brought a small smile to her face. He was still sleeping and she didn't want to wake him up, but Martina also had to use the bathroom.

Slowly extracting herself from his arms, Martina quietly went into the bathroom and shut the door silently behind her. She smelled like Randy and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself, feeling her cheeks tinge pink. After using the bathroom, Martina walked out to stare in the mirror, running her fingertips over her cheek where the faint, barely there, scar resided. What was it that Randy saw in her that made him want to kiss her? She would never know, brushing her teeth and hair before walking out, being quiet.

He was awake, though he had yet to open his eyes, a smile on his face. He had been dreaming of her. Rather interesting dream, though it was already slipping through his memory, he struggled to hold onto it. Sighing, he rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in her pillow and inhaled deeply. Strawberries. She smelled like strawberries. Randy wondered if they could make this sleeping arrangement permanent; this was the best sleep he had gotten in quite some time.

Yawning silently, Martina walked over and sat on the bed, still not believing she hadn't dreamt of Roger once and gotten eight hours of sleep. She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept so good and stretched her arms in the air, gasping when she was pulled back on the bed, staring up into those blue eyes of Randy's. "Morning." She murmured softly and closed her eyes as his nose buried in her neck and hair, not realizing he was inhaling her scent because she was too busy doing the same thing. "Did you sleep well?" Martina asked, not able to help melting against him, chewing her bottom lip, while running her hands up and down his muscular, bare back.

"Mmmhmm." Randy murmured, planting a kiss against her pulse point. "How'd you sleep?" He yawned, pulling away so he could stare into her jade green eyes, blinking sleep from his own. "Any nightmares?"

"I slept better than I have in two years with no nightmares whatsoever." Martina answered honestly, heart rate accelerating, while running her hands up and down his arms, the place where he kissed lit on fire. She didn't know if it was because she hadn't slept alone or just Randy's presence. Whatever it was, the nightmares had stopped and were replaced with sweet dreams about them together.

"That's good. Maybe we're each other's sleeping aids." He laughed, groaning and reluctantly let go of her, rolling out of bed. He smiled at her over his shoulder before walking into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him. He smacked himself once, wondering if he was still dreaming because this all felt surreal.

"Get up love birds! We're going out for breakfast!"

No, he was awake. Satan was kinder than Beth.

Sighing resignedly, Martina stood up and walked over to her bag, pulling out a pair of tan suede pants that were soft to the touch, along with a long sleeved shirt that matched. She pulled a tan head band on her head, before pulling her makeup bag out, applying foundation, brown eyeliner with tan eye shadow, going very natural with her strawberry gloss. She pulled on her black dress boots that were two inches, before zipping up her bag, just as Randy walked out.

"Incase you didn't hear, we're going out to breakfast with everyone."

"We're going out to breakfast with everyone." Randy echoed, fresh out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist, sighing and looked around for his own bag. "I suppose I should get-" He just realized what she was wearing, eyes starting from her legs and slowly moving up. "You look...nice." He was about to say hot, but that sounded like something Cody would have said.

"Thanks." Martina grinned back at him, the circles under her eyes slowly diminishing as she pulled the sleeves down over her wrists; the shirt had a hoop neckline, covering everything, while Randy walked over to retrieve his bag. "Here." She handed it to him, their fingers brushing together and cracked a smile, before walking out to stare out the window. She wanted to feel the sun on her face, not being this happy in two years, and wondered how long this would last.

Randy idly wondered if she realized she was a very attractive woman; it didn't seem so. She dressed conservatively, which only made him wonder what was under the clothes, even though he had felt her body beside him. Visual gratification was...going to kill him. He disappeared back into the bathroom to dress, coming out in blue jeans and a cotton, long sleeved shirt, walking over to stand behind her.

"What're you looking at?" He asked in her ear.

"Just the scenery, it's a beautiful day." She slowly turned around to face him, seeing what he was wearing, and smiled.

Martina dressed the way she did simply to hide the damage Roger inflicted on her body. She had two lined scars across his abdomen horizontally; thigh scarred from that deep gash, her arm had one too. Without the makeup on, Martina wasn't every man's dream; even though she had a nice soft toned body with curves all in the right places...now that she had been eating a lot better. It was amazing what a week without abuse did to a person.

Randy thought Martina was beautiful period. He saw her right after the attack before she had been taken to the hospital. He watched her those three days she was unconscious, including her body, since Michael had asked the three men to help in place of nurses, not trusting anyone to keep the fact she was there under wraps. Apparently, Roger had connections everywhere.

"You're beautiful." He murmured softly.

He was only saying it because they had to put on an act, Martina kept reminding herself as she smiled back at him, nodding. "Thank you, Randy." She went to walk past him, knowing they were going to be late for breakfast and sighed when he stopped her, turning her around to face him again. His eyes were so unreadable at times; it frustrated the hell out of her, made her wonder what was going through his mind. "Come on, husband, I'm hungry and it's not polite to leave your wife famished."

"Alright." Randy said softly, shoving what he had been about to say to the back burner and smiled, lacing his fingers through hers. "Let's go feed you, wife."

"Morning!" Cody greeted enthusiastically when they emerged, dressed; hyper and raring to go. "Your Red Bull is on the table." He pointed. "Sorry Jessie, you'll have to wait for coffee." He added apologetically.

"That's fine, Cody, I actually don't need any at the moment."

Martina watched as Randy went to retrieve his Red Bull, knowing that stuff couldn't be good for the body, and kept her thoughts to herself. Together, the entire group headed downstairs to the hotel restaurant, but it was packed, so they opted to go to the nearest IHOP. This was one of Martina's favorite places to eat as she walked in, hand in hand, with Randy, beaming up at him and smiled when he kissed her hand like a gentleman. They were seated at a booth type table, Cody and Beth sitting together, Ted by himself and her next to Randy, not releasing his hand. She loved the feeling of it in hers and smiled when he let it go, only to wrap an arm around her shoulders, leaning her head against him while looking over the menu.

"Order whatever you want." He murmured, bending his head down to kiss the side of her head, ignoring the speculative looks they were getting from Beth.

Beth was STILL wondering how in the HELL Randy had managed to date Jessica for a 'few months' when the man barely left the road, even on his time off.

She smiled back at him and nodded, deciding on stuffed strawberry French toast with a side of eggs, hash browns and bacon. She was starving, skipping dinner hadn't been the smartest idea, and rolled her eyes when Randy ordered her a glass of milk along with orange juice. "Not funny." She murmured, nudging him, and giggled softly when he nuzzled her neck gently. Oh that felt good as his arm wrapped around her waist, his scent overwhelming her, and smacked him playfully in the arm. "Enough."

"At least this time I ordered skim."

Randy hadn't forgotten her apparent dislike for milk, knowing skim would be easier to handle then whole. He needed to ask her a lot more questions, especially ones about her diet. Like, was she allergic to anything? Were there specific foods she could not stand?

Deciding not to say anything, Martina just smiled back at him, REFUSING to drink skim milk. That was disgusting, though she knew Randy was trying to help her. They made small chatter, Randy talking over business with Cody and Ted, while Beth asked her more questions regarding her and Randy.

"Well, after the coffee shop, we texted and emailed each other constantly, used webcam, the whole shot. I saw him twice after that, our third date he proposed." Martina hoped Randy didn't mind the story she was telling, knowing Beth was still curious about them, and flashed him a smile when he rubbed her shoulder. "I couldn't say no to him..."

"You married him after only three dates?" Beth arched an eyebrow, wondering if these two were insane. She liked Jessica well enough, but that was kind of jumping the gun. When Cody poked her arm, she frowned. "I'm just curious."

"You're being nosy, Bethany."

Ted couldn't agree more.

This woman was very judgmental and Martina decided to just keep her mouth shut. Randy could answer some of the questions as their food arrived, giving all of them a distraction. If Beth only knew what TRULY happened, the woman would probably run her mouth to every tom, dick and harry she knew.

Martina ate her food in silence, smiling up at Randy, letting him know she was fine and managed to take three gulps of skim milk. It wasn't bad...though that's probably due to the breakfast she was eating. It hid most of the taste while Cody and Beth talked quietly amongst themselves.

It just seemed odd to Beth that nobody had heard about Jessica until now. Randy hadn't mentioned her ever and neither had Cody. That was the weird part. Cody had a hard time keeping his mouth shut about anything, but he had. She let it go, knowing she was probably coming across as a bitch when she wasn't trying to be.

When Beth stopped asking questions, Randy sent a silent prayer of thanks heavenward.

After breakfast, they headed back to the hotel while Beth and Cody went to work out. Ted went shopping, having taken a cab, so Randy and Martina were left alone in the hotel room. "I'm fine Randy." She assured him quietly before going in her room, closing the door behind her and felt the tears roll down her cheeks as her back pressed against it.

Beth had really hit home because Martina was dumb enough to agree marrying Roger after only three dates. That's where she'd gotten the damn story from in the first place. The coffee shop; everything except the actual marriage. She'd been engaged to Roger, though Randy didn't know that, nobody had to know. That's the prime reason why her mother refused to talk to her in the first place, saying she was throwing her life away. Martina had and now she had no idea what was going to happen or what she was doing.

Randy stared at the door for a moment, wondering why, if she was fine, she had just shut him out. Sighing, he contemplated what to do. Did he go in there and try to talk to her or did he give her the space she probably needed? Hell, he didn't even know her, she could just...Sighing again, he walked over to drop down on the couch. Beth had gotten to her that much he knew, and if Cody didn't put his woman in her place, then Randy would.