Bobby looked around the empty living room, there were no signs of a struggle, not to mention Sophie struck him as the kind of woman who wouldn't go quietly. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed movement through the window overlooking the porch. He carefully moved to peek out. Charles was standing close to her, resting a hand on what appeared to be a rather tense shoulder. It quickly became clear that this was an uncomfortable situation for Sophie.

"Soph?" He called out while walking towards the door. When he opened it Charles removed his hand, backing away slightly. "Hey babe, I think I might have ruined the sauce."

"Okay, I'll be right there," she smiled brightly at him. Her arms were crossed, Bobby recognized the body language and continued to stand in the doorway. "We'll see you tomorrow Charles."

"Of course, enjoy your evening."

"Night," Sophie replied in a stiff tone. The two watched as the man left their porch and return to his car. Bobby pulled her close, slipping an arm around her now relaxed shoulders.

"You okay?" Bobby asked, leading her back into the house.

"Fine. Apparently I should be worried about you though," Sophie closed the door then leaned against it.

"Me? Why?"

"According to Charles prison changes a man and you've got the eyes of one ready to snap."

"He's confusing that with annoyed husband."

"I figured as much."

"You looked kinda uncomfortable out there."

"Charles doesn't know the meaning of personally space, stands a little too close, likes to put his hands on me," she shuddered.

"Oh, sorry about before."

"What do you mean?"

"Outside, I put my arm around you. If I had known it makes you uncomfortable—"

"No, no, that was fine. Charles touching me is an unwelcome gesture."

"My touch is welcomed?" Bobby teased gently with a wide grin. Sophie blushed and looked down, suddenly realizing that her blouse was still unbuttoned.

"Uh, dinner?" She finally asked.

"Sounds good." They returned to the kitchen and began to work on putting together a meal. "So what can I expect tomorrow?"

"Charles and a few associates. It'll be incredibly dull, but hopefully they'll offer you a job. Very simple, more tedious than anything else."

After they ate the dishes were cleaned and put away, both decided to try and get some sleep. Bobby volunteered to take the couch for the first night and Sophie disappeared to get some pillows and blankets. Taking a closer look at the couch Bobby realized that it was going to be an uncomfortable fit for both of them considering height. However he wasn't one to complain and simply changed into a pair of blue sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"I could've done that," he offered, returning to the room to find that Sophie had made up the couch for him.

"Oh, that's all right. Uh—goodnight," she made for the door.

"Night," he replied, lying down. His legs dangled over the arm of the couch and his arms couldn't fit comfortably at his sides.

"If you need—" Sophie had turned back to look at him and couldn't help but break out in laughter. "This is ridiculous, will you just take the damn bed?"

"This couch isn't going to be all that comfortable for you either," Bobby pointed out. The thought of sharing the bed had crossed his mind but given her reaction earlier to his teasing he decided to let her make that choice.

"I suppose we could share."

"The couch? Not easily," he joked, provoking another laugh from her.

"The bed, smartass."

"Would you be comfortable with that?" Bobby swung his legs down so he could sit normally.

"We're both adults and it's a big bed. Should be fine." He simply shrugged and stood. Sophie was still standing in the doorway, she seemed to have zoned out for a moment. When she realized how close he was she startled slightly.

"Sorry," she nodded, turning to leave the room. Bobby followed her across the hall to the fairly large bedroom. The bed was situated across from the attached bathroom. The headboard was made of black bars with dark nightstands on either side. A wall of windows faced the backyard, the closet and chest of drawers were tucked in where they could fit.

"Which side?" Bobby asked.

"I usually sleep on the left, but I can really settle in anywhere if you have a preference," Sophie answered, looking at anything in the room that wasn't him or the bed. "I'm going to get changed."

Bobby watched as she retreated to the bathroom. The only way to get past this awkwardness was to ignore it. Happily he climbed into the bed, a much better fit for him than the couch. He stretched his legs and settled into the mattress. When the bathroom door opened he didn't look up right away, the call of sleep was proving to be more tempting than he realized. But when she walked into his line of sight to put her clothes in the hamper next to the chest of drawers he took notice.

She was wearing a pair of black shorts that showed off her long, toned legs and emphasizing her round bottom. The matching tank top was fitted, showing off her ample chest, which was now free of the confines of a bra. Her waist was surprisingly small, giving her a tempting hourglass figure. Bobby could feel something stirring in him; there was a great desire to find out how his hands might feel cupping the soft flesh.

"Something wrong?" She asked, realizing that he was staring at her.

"No—nothing—uh, nice tattoo," Bobby managed, taking note of the thin outline of a chess rook on her lower hip. "For your family name?"

"Yeah, my real one." He obviously knew that, Sophie chastised herself. "I set the alarm for seven."

"Seven is fine."

"Okay—well, good night."

"Night."

Sophie reached over and turned off the lamp on her table, the room plunging into darkness. It took Bobby a moment to realize that he could feel her next to him without actual, physical contact. He took a deep breath, this was going to be a long night.