"She's not gonna disappear if you look away." Drew said when he stepped outside and saw Wade in the same spot he was in over an hour ago watching Boxer work in her garden.

"I could look at her all day." Wade said, still not taking his eyes off her from across the yard.

"You're such a sucker." Drew snickered as he sat down next to him on the porch.

"Oh, go to hell." Wade could hardly keep a straight face spewing the insult. "Listen, I overreacted about you taking her out on the bike and all, I just can't help it. I feel like I'm gonna turn around one day and lose her." Wade never looked more vulnerable than when it came to Boxer.

"You're not gonna lose her, ya mutt." Drew assured.

"You know how close I came to losing her before. I was sure she'd never take me back after that night in Miami-"

"It was a mistake, and she forgave you for that." Drew said.

"Hey boys!" Boxer wriggled her fingers at them when she looked up from her tulip bed.

"It's getting awful warm out, why don't you give it a rest?" Wade suggested.

"It's not so bad, I'm almost done anyway." She said, wiping her damp forehead with her arm. "That reminds me, do you mind running up to the store and getting some flour while I finish up?"

"Sure, love." Wade said before he stood up.

"I'll go with you." Drew said.

"No, you stay and make sure she doesn't kill herself." Wade said with a pat on the shoulder. "I'll be back in a bit." Wade before walking over to his car.

"You're the only girl I know that can be completely covered in dirt and still look like a knockout." Drew said. She turned her head away from him so he couldn't see her brightening cheeks.

"You're gonna have to stop buttering me up Drew, you're making Wade look bad."

Boxer let out a sigh of exasperation when she walked into her room, immediately shedding her clothes. She had kicked off her shorts before stopping to turn the shower on, then went back to undressing without missing a beat, peeling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor.

"Hey, where do ya keep the-"

"Drew!" Boxer yelped when Drew walked in the door.

"Boxer, I'm so sorry, I should've knocked first!" He said after he turned his back to her.

"It's-it's ok. What do you need?" She asked as she held her shirt over her chest.

"Ya know what, it's nothing that can't wait."

"You sure?" She checked.

"Positive. Sorry I barged in on ya." Drew said before hurrying out the door and shutting it behind him. He took a breath and leaned against the wall.

Get a hold of yourself, man. That's your best mate's lady.

Drew scolded himself inwardly as he lied in the dark. He'd been too deep in his thoughts to even bother with sleep. A noise down the hall caught his attention, something like a thump. A steady thump.

"Yeah, right there..."

"Boxer..."

"Oh baby..."

Drew rolled onto his side and exhaled deeply, he didn't like the feeling in his gut. Jealousy never did suit him.