A/N: Thanks for the review Give us Peace. No, it doesn't end there, although it is a short story. Three parts in total, and here's the second part. Enjoy!

Part 2:

The next morning, Nancy woke up slowly. She stretched languidly, then realised with a start she was wearing her clothes in bed. Not her bed either. Then everything of last evening – make that night – came back to her. She'd come over for dinner, and Clint had made his wonderful chilli, after which they had settled down on the couch, reading 'Cusp of the Day' together. Clint had asked to borrow the book, since he'd found out it was one of her favourite books. He'd wanted to get some understanding as to why Lacy Sanders had picked that book.

Nancy had pointed out some aspects she thought might be of influence, but she must have drifted off to sleep at some point.

She sat up and looked around. Well, apart from her, there was no one else in the room. Clint must have slept on the couch. She smiled at the thought of him, and let herself fall back on the bed. The pillow smelt of him, and she wondered if it would be very conspicuous if she smuggled the pillow with her to her apartment. She grinned. That's when her eyes fell on the clock, and she sat up with a sigh.

If they didn't want to be late for work, she had to go and get dressed. Slipping out from under the covers, she decided to check quickly whether Clint was awake. She noticed her watch on the bedside table, and then her shoes and socks. She deduced Clint must have taken off her socks. Not quite sure what to make of that, she shook her head. Waking up in Clint's bedroom did not help with her resolve to not fall in love with the man… or rather, deny that she already had.

For a moment she thought about changing the sheets, but seeing as she didn't have a clue where clean sheets would be, and unwilling to invade Clint's privacy by rifling through his closets, she just put on her socks and shoes, and opened the door to the living room.

What she saw made her smile again. Clint was asleep on the couch, with one arm dangling from the side. The blanket, which had supposedly started out covering him, was currently half on the floor, and only partly covering the doctor. But as much as she'd like to watch the man, she really did have to go and get dressed in some other clothes. Another question arose… should she wake him, or let him sleep for a while longer? If he had finished reading the whole book, he probably hadn't gotten that much sleep, considering she'd fallen asleep somewhere after the first twenty-five pages or so. Besides, if she just went to quickly grab a shower and put on clean clothes, she could come back, wake Clint, and prepare some breakfast for the two of them as he got ready for work. That would give him a little more time to sleep.

She quickly wrote a note, in case Clint woke up before she returned.

'Morning, Clint. Just went to change. Will be back to make breakfast. Love, Nancy.'

She briefly wondered about writing 'Love, Nancy', but decided it would be more conspicuous if she put a line through it. It shouldn't look too odd… hopefully. She put the note on the coffee table, where he would see it the moment he woke up. She resisted the urge to push some strands of hair from his face, and instead pulled the blanket further up. A small sigh escaped her lips, before she finally straightened and left, closing the door quietly.

TBC