So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes, escape this town for a little while

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Tim Riggins is holding my hand, and we're walking down the street and away from the Landing Strip. If you would've told me a week ago that this was how I was going to spend my Friday night, I would've laughed right in your face and referred you to the nearest mental hospital. But here I was, and there he was, and it all just felt so…right.

"How hard was Coach on ya? Did you tell him about Seven?," he asked me after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"Didn't get the chance. Gracie came and rescued me."

"Gracie," he said with a little chuckle. I knew what he was thinking without him telling me. Probably the same thing most guys thought when they took in her curves and sex appeal. I bumped his arm with my shoulder.

"Don't be thinking those thoughts about my baby sister, Riggins," I said with a teasing smile.

"Aw, Jules. There's only one Taylor girl that gives me those kind of thoughts." I couldn't help the blush that crept up into my cheeks.

"So where are we heading?," I asked, searching for a change of subject. Preferably one that didn't lead to me turning a million different shades of red.

"We're almost there," he said vaguely, squeezing my hand a little bit. We turned a corner and in front of me was a large spread of land, occupied by a single, charming, one story home.

"This yours?," I asked, stunned by it's simple beauty. I looked up at him, the pride on his face evident.

"That it is."

"Could you possibly live any closer to the Landing Strip?," I asked jokingly. He smiled and put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me up to his side tightly.

"I tried, but they said the back room was used for stock, so I was out of luck. Figured this would have to do." I laughed as he walked with me toward the front of his house, and through the front door.

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If I had known that I would be bringing Julie Taylor back to my house, I would've cleaned up a little more. But I tried not to think about the mess as I opened the door and walked her inside.

It wasn't a big house, by any means, but it was mine. And even though there were dishes in the sink, and some folded clothes on the dining room table, I was proud of the fact that I created this place by myself. I let my arm drop from her shoulder and walked toward the kitchen. She followed close behind.

"Can I get you something to drink?," I asked as I opened a cabinet and pulled out two glasses.

"I'll have whatever you're having," she replied as she looked around nervously. I had some nerves of my own, and I hoped I was holding it together as well as she was. I poured us each a glass of the wine that Tyra had brought me on her last visit from Washington. I handed her my glass and opened up the back door.

"Figured we could sit in the garden, catch up," I told Julie with a small smile. She nodded and walked out the back door, and I watched her face, waiting for a reaction.

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It was absolutely stunning. There was a pool, which was cool enough by itself, but on either side were dozens of flowers and roses, a garden meant for royalty. It must've taken him years to get everything so absolutely perfect.

"I never thought of you as a garden type of guy," I said to Tim softly as I settled myself in the plush lounge chair.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Taylor." I looked up at him, my eyes following him as he seemed to think about something. Finally, I saw him shrug slightly as he settled himself in the lounge chair behind me and pulled me back against his chest.

"Tell me," I said softly as I settled my head under his chin.

"Tell you what?," he asked softly, his voice almost a purr in my ear.

"Tell me all those things about you that I don't know," I said as I tilted my head up to look into his face. He grinned and kissed the tip of my nose.

"Only if you return the favor. I could use an escape from this town for awhile," he said smiling.

For the rest of the night, Tim Riggins and I sat exchanging stories about our lives during all the years we were apart. I don't think I had ever felt so comfortable, so listened to. For awhile, I wasn't in Chicago. I wasn't in Texas. I was in Tim Riggins arms and I was learning all about the person he was and had become, and that was exactly where I wanted to be.

A/N: I know it's a short chapter, but I have to wake up my husband soon as I just can't write when he's in my face..lol… hope you enjoyed the chapter. Don't forget to review and let me know what you think… I'm going to start another fic soon, on another tv show. Let me know what you'd like to read. A step by step fic (Dana and Cody pairing), a friends fic (a Phoebe and Joey pairing), or a Full House fic (DJ and Steve)… Yes, I know these shows are old school, but I'm an old school kinda person.. Don't worry.. This story will not fall to the side during my next adventure… So Don't forget to review for "Love Story", and let me know which of the others you would like to read.. ;)