Chapter Three

Looked like everyday was turning out to be crappy days for Steve recently. He was just returning from putting his sister on a flight to L.A, the sister who he had only recently reconnected with. It was a pity he had been forced to take the steps he had, he was not willing to take a chance that the Yakuza would take the last of his family.

To top things off, he could not stop thinking about Sarah. It wasn't like they had some great connection or anything like that; in fact they had barely talked. But there was something about her that he was not able to forget. Hell he already was involved with someone, Katherine. It was nothing serious, although they always managed to spend their R&R together, and there was only one thing that they usually did. So this thinking about another woman, would it be a betrayal of this 'relationship' he had with Katherine?

He had no clue and maybe he could talk to Danny about it. He was usually better with the human feelings stuff, or so he thought. It wasn't that he was emotionally deranged; it was only that he was confused. Which was ridiculous, considering he had only spent about thirty minutes with Sarah.

What he needed was to get into a project, something to get his mind off his confusing love life. He should probably start work on his dad's car soon and soon meant NOW!

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Sarah woke up with a strange restlessness in her that she had never felt before. She felt achy and sweaty; her entire body felt like it needed something. For a minute she thought she had a fever, but on closer examination, she realised her body was aroused. Ok so never having had sex in all her twenty-four years of life, it took her a while to realise that she was sexually aroused. And having a steamy dream about Mr. Sexyguy that she had met at the bar a week ago didn't help her situation.

She had always believed that if she didn't know what she was missing, she would never miss it. And so far it had worked wonders. It wasn't that she was against sex, it had just so happened that she had not met the right guy that she felt comfortable with while all her friends were busy having themselves a good time. And by the time she had finished college, she didn't want to just settle for anyone, if she had waited this long she could wait a little longer.

But she was seriously worried about this 'crush' if one could call it she had on – what was his name? – Steve Garrett or McGarrett. She had a card with his number on it.

She hadn't realised she had wandered into the kitchen, when both her roommates looked up at her from their cereal bowls.

"Good morning sleepyhead" Said Alisha as she poured herself some more OJ. She got up and pulled out another bowl from the cabinet, "Cereal?"

Sarah joined them at the table, "Please! God I need to get all this work done for school, and I have no idea where to start" Alisha had already poured milk onto her cereal and put some strawberries on it. "Hmm, looks great".

Alisha had a small smile on her face, "Oh by the way, I found this while I was looking for my keys" she tossed a card on the table, "So who is this guy. Sounds impressive".

Having looked at the card Sarah said, "I met him last week when I went out with Nat" she took the card and crumpled it, "Might as well get rid of this. I'm never going to call him".

"Why not?" this time it was Jack who asked her. "Is he some kind of ogre?"

"Actually the opposite. He is dreamy" Sarah got up to get a glass of water.

"So what's the problem. He obviously gave you his card 'coz he's interested" Jack came and put his bowl in the sink next to her.

"He's so not my type. He's too… macho muscle man for my taste. I can only imagine what he would be like conversation wise".

At this Alisha laughed, "Sweetie sometimes conversation is way overrated. I think this time you need to let lose and call this guy".

"I already threw out his number, and I am not rummaging through garbage for it" that was satisfactory enough for both Alisha and Jack to leaver her alone.

Once they left the kitchen, Sarah pulled out the crumpled card from her fist. For some reason, which she couldn't understand, she could not bring herself to throw the card away.