The next morning, Matt again woke up with her laying on his chest and again loving it even if it were only for a while.
She started stirring, waking up seeming more at peace.
"I'm sorry to be making this a nightly habit." she said looking down at him.
"I don't mind a bit, that's why you're here so you can be comfortable, and I'll come in here as many times as you need or want me too." Matt said hugging her gently.
"I know and you have been so wonderful to me since this happened but maybe I should try and go home, I can't let you put your life on hold because of what happened to me, it's not fair to you." she said trying to sound positive.
"No!! He said very loudly, which kind of startled her.
"I just mean your not leaving my sight until that animal is caught, that's all." he tried to cover his real feelings, he just didn't want her to leave, he enjoyed her being with him all the time unfortunately though it was only because of what happened nothing more.
"Ok, but maybe we should go into the office for a while, I can't hide here forever." she had told him with determination in her voice.
"Now that sounds like a good idea, get you out among the living again." smiling over at her.
So that's what they did, they got their showers, got dressed, both in office attire and got in his car and took off for the office.
They got to the office and Chris welcomed C.J. with a hug. Uncle Roy was out at a meeting until later in the afternoon. C.J. went into her office and started going through paperwork she needed to catch up on and Matt went over to the bar and fixed himself a drink and also started to go through paperwork that need his "John Hancock", that Chris had set aside for him.
Chris said she was going to lunch and Matt said he'd see her later. Which left him and C.J. alone in the office. Next thing Matt heard was the elevator doors opening and out he came big as day, Matt could not believe he had the nerve to show his face there.
"What the hell do you think your doing here?" Matt asked balling up his fist in complete disbelief and anger.
"What's the matter old pal, not so happy to see me are we?" It was Robert Tyler, smug as ever