CC Chapter 8

Hey Hey, so im totally stoked cause we are flying out for Arizona tomorrow, and I just realized I do need to take my laptop so I can write stories at night… DOH!... On to the story… I just cant get Getty in here so im going to have to change the whole write up of what this story is.. HAHAHA.. cant imagine that! I just read the Tiva Golf story and im laughing so hard.. go read that one everyone. Its great.. Ok.. time for some dancing, skinny dipping??, and mud fight. I think. Not sure yet! Read on, see what I come up with.

"Denise, lets go." Jack yelled from downstairs.

"What? Where are we going now?" She asked as she came walking slowly down the stairs.

She glanced out the window quickly as she heard a motorcycle take off down the road. "Was that Getty?"

"He left you this." Jack handed her an envelope and left her to read the letter.

Denise,

I was hoping from the last couple months of knowing you that something could have sparked between us. Well it did spark but quickly frizzled away apparently. You are beautiful, smart and enchanting Denise and I wish you all the happiness. What we shared there for a while was wonderful. But seeing you this weekend with Jack shows me who you need to be with. He is a good guy. Not one that would wine and dine and romance you then take off or drop you at the drop of a hat and move on. I hope you figure out what is going on soon. He's crazy for you; I can tell by the way he looks at you. But, I would tell Frank soon that it's over. Don't keep dragging yourself through the mud, you deserve to be happy. With Jack.

Love you always,

Getty

Denise sighed and placed the letter back in the envelope. With Jack. The words repeated over and over in her head. When she turned toward the kitchen, her eyes met Jacks and she smiled. "I'm ready." She nodded toward the door as he winked at her and started in her direction.

"You don't seem curious now as to what I have planned." Jack pointed out.

"I trust you." She laughed.

"That's scary Denise. I wouldn't trust me one bit." He pushed her out the door and down the steps before she could change her mind.

"Okay I give, where are we going?" She finally asked as he opened the door of the old restored 57 Chevy.

"Town. To the I can't remember its name Festival." He smiled as she shook her head.

"A small town festival, I think I can handle that today." She smiled as she scooted closer to the middle of the seat receiving a smile from the man sitting behind the wheel.

"Might get out of control, you know. I've seen your type before." He smirked.

"Oh you have have you? And just what type am I Jack?" She laughed.

"Oh yeah, beautiful woman, marries young, has a family, kids leave, she's bored and just goes on the wild rampage. You know." He answered and glanced over at her. He moved his hand from the steering wheel and took her hand in his, linking their fingers. "I like your type."

"You're forgetting one little detail. My type is still married." She looked down at their hands molded perfectly together.

Jack smiled and raised their hands to her face, pulling her over closer to him as he placed a gentle kiss on her head. "Then quit touching me." He whispered.

"You started it." She laughed as she smacked him in the arm with her free hand.

"Fine, give me my hand back, or shift to the next gear." He laughed when she quickly released his hand.

Jack shifted the truck into the next gear and smiled at the thoughts in his head. Beautiful woman sitting next to him in an old restored truck. Beautiful woman sitting entirely too close to him, MARRIED beautiful woman sitting enticingly close to him. He moved his hand to her leg and felt her eyes burning holes in him. He glanced over to her and raised his eyebrows to her. "What?" He laughed.

"YOU are the one touching me. I'm scooting over. Let go." She laughed as she slid over against the door and he joined in on the laughter. "You are going to cause me so much trouble."

"Just remember who kissed who first there sweetheart." He reached to down shift the truck as they neared the corner for town.

"Ya well just remember who climbed into who's bed first there sweetheart." She winked.

"I like it when you say sweetheart." He dodged another slap and just laughed

"You are…a pig." She searched for some big word in her head but pig sounded the best.

"Now, anyone else would of said hopeless, or … something but no, not you, Denise Sherwood, woman of many words comes up with PIG." He laughed.

"Shut up." She laughed as he pulled the truck to a stop and stepped out into the warm sunshine.

"Time for more charm." He smiled, turned around and offered Denise a hand out the drivers side.

Amazingly she accepted and he pulled her toward the edge of the seat, quickly stepping in place blocking her from moving anywhere but closer to him. He smiled as she just watched him moved closer to her. As his lips neared hers, she tilted her head and moved her hand to cup his face.

"Denise, oh my god, we have been looking for you everywhere." Roxie and Pamela came bounding up, breaking the near kiss and startling the two lovers.

"Oh, hi. You are not her husband and you are not Getty Dr. guy. Who are you?" Roxie asked as she came to a sudden stop.

Denise dropped her hand quickly and stood up, pushing Jack backwards just a bit, but keeping her hand clasped in his. She moved so she was standing directly in front of him making sure their hands were hidden.

"Jack." He answered and squeezed her hand.

"Jack. Good name. And you were just checking to see if she got the eyelash out of her eye?" Roxie asked as Denise let out a laugh.

"Yes, it's horrible to have an eyelash in your eye, man, she was in pain all the way over here." He smiled as Pamela burst into laughter.

"Her eye doesn't look red. Her cheeks do though." Roxie continued.

"She must be hot from the ride over. Being summer and all." Jack laughed knowing he had met his match and was dying quickly.

"Oh ya, that could be. Hot from the ride over huh Denise?" Roxie quickly turned on Denise.

"HA, uhm. Ya. Why are you here?" She asked trying to change the subject. She moved from her place by the pickup, releasing her hand holding with Jack.

Pamela caught the quick hand release move and smirked at her friend. She shook her head and smiled at the new Denise that had been introduced to them all. "Franks coming home. Monday morning."

"What? When, why?" Denise was trying to grasp the situation just handed to her.

"Well then, I guess I better turn up the power on the Jack charm then." Jack smiled as Denise just looked at him.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing. Come on ladies; let me be your escort for the day. All the men will be jealous of me with all these beautiful woman." Jack reached for Denise's hand and smiled, assuring her it would be alright.

"You're a definite sweet talker Jack. That get you in trouble much?" Roxie asked him.

"No." He looked straight ahead and smiled big as Roxie and Pamela both laughed.

"Denise, you okay?" Pamela asked her suddenly quiet friend.

"He's really coming home?" She asked.

"Better flip that charm lever fast big boy. Her eyes are glassing over." Roxie nudged Jack in the arm.

"I got it covered." He smiled and glanced at Denise. He met the worried look with a wink and pulled her hand to his mouth for a quick kiss. "I got it covered."

"Roxie, we have to get back, Chase just landed." Pamela was smiling as she flipped her phone closed.

"Denise, call us if you need us." Roxie kissed her friend on the cheek and helped herd the kids back to the van.

"Breath." Jack whispered as he pulled Denise into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around her.

"I wanted another day to think." She replied as she wrapped her arms around him.

"You know what to do. Your mind is made up. Now….. time to relax and have some fun. NO THINKING." He cupped her face and kissed her quickly as his aunt and uncle joined them.

"Denise, you left you phone at the house and it was ringing nonstop, so I answered it. It was your husband. He said he will be here first thing in the morning. His flight comes in early. Stay at the house and he will join you, that he thinks a vacation would be great for the both of you." Harriet announced with a worried look on her face.

"I think this would be a good night for some home brewed whiskey." Sam smiled big at Denise.

"Im thinking you are right on target Sam." She answered as she glanced back at Jack who had not released his embrace on her.

"That could add to the plans I have. I like that idea." Jack smiled as Denise looked worriedly at him.

"What plans?" She asked curiously.

"Ever sleep on a lake?" He asked laughing at the look on her face.

"Just don't let him leave the oars behind dear." Harriet snorted as Sam ducked away for the fried fish and hush puppy cook off.

"Should I be worried?" Denise asked.

"Just bring the whiskey and your…. Self." Jack replied as he slid his hand into hers.

"Whiskey, a boat, and two people on a lake at night. Why does that not comfort me?" Denise replied.

"Trust me." Jack winked.

"That hasn't been too good so far." She answered as they followed after Sam.

"Just trust me, you won't regret it." He answered.

"What time is he getting here?" Denise asked Harriet.

"He said 0700." Harriet answered and patted Denise on the arm with a look of comfort. "Don't worry dear. Everything will work out. You just need to relax tonight. It's going to be fine."

"Ya, till seven A.M." Denise moaned and glanced at the man standing beside her.

All hope bubbled back to the top of the kettle as she met his eyes and turned toward him. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to him, lowering his head so his lips barely touched hers. "Don't breathe." He smiled and closed the distance, lightly touching his lips to hers, then moving away slowly. "Now, you can breathe." He smiled when she opened her eyes and looked at him, and breathed.