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Chapter 6: The Morning After

A loud clap of thunder woke Scarlett and she sat up with a start. She pulled up her sheets tighter around her, shivering slightly. Why am I here? she thought to herself. She could have sworn that she'd fallen asleep on the couch with Flack. Had she dreamt that?

Scarlett reached over to her night stand and grabbed her phone. She had one unread text from Flack that read, hey lett just left. didn't want to leave you on the couch. sleep tight sweetheart. She smiled to herself remembering how nice it had been to fall asleep in his arms.

She reluctantly pulled off her sheets and grabbed a pair of gray ratty sweat pants from the floor, tugging them on and making her way into the kitchen.

"Morning, sunshine," Lindsay called to her as Scarlett sat down and placed her head on the kitchen table. She was most definitely not a morning person.

"How'd you sleep?" Lindsay asked her, setting down a steaming hot cup of Folgers coffee in front of her cousin.

Without lifting her head up, Scarlett picked up her hand, making a thumbs down motion.

Lindsay laughed before saying, "Flack must have kept you up all night."

At that, Scarlett lifted her head up, "What?" she asked, confused and a little embarrassed that Lindsay had caught them.

Lindsay went back to making breakfast. "Spill, Lett. Flack woke me up as he was leaving. You should have seen the look on his face," she finished saying, a silly smirk on her face. "So, since I know all about your little late night rendezvous, you may as well spill the beans."

"There are no beans to spill, Linds. Sorry to disappoint you," she said sarcastically, picking up her coffee and taking a few slow sips.

"Why was he over here?" Linds asked curiously.

"Long story. I got a little, um, upset at last night's crime scene and he just came by to keep me company because I couldn't sleep," Scarlett answered. Lame, lame, lame. She knew Lindsay wasn't going to buy that explanation.

Lindsay raised an eyebrow at her. "My bedrooms down the hall if you ever need late night "comforting." But of course, I'm not as handsome as Don," she said, laughing.

"Shut up, Linds," Scarlett answered.

"But, seriously," Lindsay said, "What's the deal with you two?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Scarlett said. "I mean, you and I both know he's not looking to settle down. Remember what happened at the benefit? Besides, he might not even be into me in that way."

Lindsay gave her a look, "First of all, nothing happened at the benefit. You kissed. You saw him leave with Denise Richardson and what? You don't know if anything happened. Second, you never actually asked him what he's looking for. Third, if you're just someone's friend, you don't comfort them in the middle of the night."

Lindsay was out of breath at the end of her explanation, but she'd hoped at least part of what she'd said had sunk into Scarlett's stubborn head. She was guarded with her heart, anyone who'd been heartbroken was that way, but Scarlett took it to a whole 'nother level.

"What's your point?" Scarlett asked, knowing all too well that Lindsay was probably right.

"My point is that you need to talk to him. Say something. Bring up the subject of the two of you," Lindsay offered.

"I can't do that," Scarlett said, shaking her pretty head, "I don't want to hear what he has to say if it's bad."

Lindsay through a dish towel at her, "Seriously? Get a grip," she said.

Scarlett smirked. "What about you and Danny? I see tons of talk, and no action. Don't expect to push me into throwing myself onto Don when you won't even agree to go out to dinner with the guy and he's clearly very, very into you."

Lindsay smiled like a happy little kid when Scarlett mentioned Danny.

"See?" Scarlett said, "Look at you right now."

"Point taken," Lindsay said with a little chuckle.

Scarlett stood up and stretched herself out. "I've got the early shift today," she complained. She picked up her coffee and walked over to her bedroom silently her eyes stopping on the couch in the living room for a moment, remembering just badly she'd wanted to pull Flack's face towards her and kiss him. It would have been hard to stop if she'd started...