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Ch9:Only In a Romance Novel

Jacob woke and peered at the travel clock on the bedside table. The rain had stopped, but dark clouds made it seem as if it were nightfall instead of late afternoon. He couldn't believe he had been asleep for hours. The scent of a woman's perfume lingered on the pillow beside his, and then the realization that he was alone in bed galvanized him into action. Scrambling off the bed, he reached for his jeans and slipped them on in one smooth motion. Racing over to the closet, he retrieved the automatic.

Taking long strides, he ran barefoot down the hall to the staircase, taking the stairs two at a time. Leah had turned on lamps and ceiling lights on the first floor to offset the unnatural darkness blanketing the countryside.

He followed the sound of music, coming to a stop where he found the object of his unquenchable desire sitting on the window seat in the alcove off the kitchen. Recessed lighting bathed her in a soft flattering glow as she concentrated on wielding a pair of knitting needles. Jacob watched transfixed as she pulled up a strand of pistachio-green yarn from a quilted bag, winding it around her forefinger.

It was obvious she had showered because raven-black curls hung loosely around her face and neck. With her bare legs and feet, oversize tee and shorts, she looked as if she were barely out of her teens. She was singing along with a sensual ballad flowing from concealed speakers. Without warning, her head came up to find him watching her. A shy smile spread across her face.

"The prince awakens from his deep sleep," Leah patted the cushioned seat. "Come sit. I called the animal hospital and we can come and get Terry any time after ten on Monday."

Concealing the firearm in his waist at the small of his back, Jacob approached her. "That's good. How long have you been awake?"

Her hands stilled. "I just got up about half an hour ago."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"I tried, but you were snoring so loud I didn't have the heart to disturb you."

"I don't snore," Jacob said in protest.

"How would you know?"

"No one has complained that I do," he countered.

Leah stared at the man who had made the most exquisite love to her. She had memorized every angle in his face so she would be able to pick him out in a darkened room with a hundred other men. Shuttering her gaze, she forced herself not to look below his neck or she would jump him where he stood. "It could be that I'm a very light sleeper."

"Either that, or it comes with being a doctor."

Her head came up. She nodded. "That too."

A slight frown settled between Jacob's eyes. "Does this mean we're not going to sleep together?"

Leah's eyes narrowed. "Did I say I didn't want us to sleep together?"

"It's not that Leah."

"Then what is it, Jacob?"

It was his turn to squint at her. "Are you spoiling for a fight m'ija?" He had spat out the endearment.

Lowering her head rather than let him see her smirk, Leah pretended to concentrate on the blanket that would match the sweater, cap and booties set she had completed. "Nope."

"If not, then why the attitude Leah?"

"I don't have an attitude, Black. I merely stated a fact. You snore. I know you believe you're Mr. Perfect—"

"Stop it!"

The two words came out with the impact of the crack of a whip, causing Leah to sit up and stare at Jacob as if she had never seen him before. "Don't ever raise your voice at me again."

"I don't want or need your sarcasm." Jacob shot back, refusing to back down. "If my snoring bothers you, then say what you mean. I'll ask you again and I expect you to be honest with me. Would you prefer that we sleep in separate bedrooms?"

The seconds ticked as Leah pondered Jacob's question. She had fallen asleep with his arm thrown over her waist, but when she did wake up hours later it was to find him snoring loudly. She tried going back to sleep and couldn't. Her attempt to move him enough to change positions had yielded little success, and she had left the bed rather than wake him.

She shook her head slowly. "No, Jacob. I don't want us to sleep apart. Maybe after a couple of nights I'll get used to you calling the wolves."

"I thought I was sawing logs." He teased.

"Wolves or logs they're all the same."

Jacob didn't want to congratulate himself because he had won a small victory. After making love with Leah, he didn't want to think of not sharing a bed with her again. Making love and then getting up and leaving her was too impersonal. Even when he had a one night stand, he usually stayed with the woman until the following morning.

"Who taught you to knit?"

Leah smiled, her former annoyance with Jacob forgotten. "My mother. She was into fashion and design before she gave it up to become a full time mother."

Jacob angled his head. "I've made love to you, yet I know very little about you other than you are a doctor, you have two brothers and you live in Miami."

"I'll tell you whatever you need to know about me if you let me take you out to dinner."

"I'll let you select the restaurant, but only if I pay."

She held out her hand. "Deal."

Ignoring her hand, Jacob leaned over and brushed his lips over hers. "I'm going upstairs to shave and shower."

When he got up to walk away, Leah saw the butt of the gun tucked into his waistband. "I don't want to see it, Jacob."

He stopped, but didn't turn around, knowing she was referring to the handgun. "I won't wear it in the house if you keep the alarm on at all times."

"Okay," she said quickly.

Leah watched him leave, and then realized how fast her heart was beating. She had grown up around guns all her life but a single incident had her rethinking her views about even more stringent laws when it came to gun ownership.

Jacob smiled at Leah across the space of a small table for two at a downtown Waynesville family-style restaurant. They had stopped at a pet store to buy items the puppy would need once he was home. Their original plan to share Terry was null and void now that he and Leah were living together.

For a reason he couldn't fathom, Jacob relished the notion of living with Leah. Not only would she fill in the empty hours that went along with undercover work, but she would also fill in as a social accoutrement. He had discovered people were more willing to relate to a couple than a lone male.

The rain had stopped but the mercury had dropped more than twenty-two degrees, making it feel more like early fall than late spring. Leah wore an oatmeal cashmere turtleneck wrap sweater with chocolate wool gabardine slacks, while he had chosen a black wool pullover with matching flannel slacks and imported slip-ons. She reminded him of a high school co-ed with the Burberry plaid headband holding the curls off her forehead.

The restaurant was filled to capacity with teenagers, seniors and couples with children ranging in age from toddlers in booster seats to preteens. A number of muted televisions were positioned around the establishment, while a satellite radio station played music spanning the last five decades. Like the varied menu, there was something for everyone.

Leah had ordered baked chicken, a baked potato and spinach salad. His dinner choice was broiled salmon, wild rice and butternut squash. Their waitress had suggested a pitcher of mulled apple cider, which proved to be the perfect beverage compliment for the damp weather.

Leah set down her mug of cider and touched the corners of her mouth with a cloth napkin. "What do you want to know about me?" she asked Jacob.

"Why doesn't your grand-mother like your mother?" Jacob asked.

Her gaze lingered on the skin pulled taut over the ridge of his high cheek bones. "My grandmother claims my mother didn't really take care of me and my brothers. She wanted to be a stay at home mom, yet she had hired chefs and maids to do all the work for her while she still secretly did her work from home."

"Oh," Jacob smiled, his teeth dazzlingly white in his russet face. "Is your great grandfather still alive?"

"No, but my great-grandmother is. She will turn one hundred six at the end of the year. She's somewhat frail and refuses to speak English. All she talks about is how she misses my great grandfather and how she can't wait to see him."

"Is she in a nursing home?" Jacob asked.

"Heaven forbid." Leah sputtered. "She lives with her eldest son, who provides her with around the clock nursing care."

Leaning back in his chair, Jacob gave Leah a steady look. "So you really are a trust fund baby."

"Yes. However that is not something I advertise."

"But you told me."

Her left eyebrow lifted. "That's because I know I can trust you not to tell my business. I checked you out."

It was training and years of undercover work for Jacob not to react to Leah's statement. "When and how?" his voice was low, even and his expression hadn't changed.

"When you left to pick up your clothes, I went online and searched for listings of security companies in Charlotte, North Carolina. It took two calls to make contact with your cousins firm. They verified that you did work for them, but you were currently on vacation. Don't look so put out, Jacob. After all, you did tell my brother he could have you checked out."

He wanted to tell Leah that his cousins were programmed to say he was on vacation whenever he went undercover. Only his mother, cousins and brother knew that he was a special agent with the FBI.

Leaning forward, Jacob winked at her. "Do you trust me now?"

Leah returned his wink. "I'll have to think about it." She teased, astonished at the sense of blissful carelessness that made her so reckless. Jacob Black was good for her, and she knew by summer's end, she would be more than ready to pick up the pieces of her life.

Jacob pulled on a pair of gray and white striped pajama pants, tightening the draw string waist. Leah had invited him to a sleepover. It was to take place in her bedroom. Over dinner, she had revealed a few facts and details about her family that would have taken Bureau investigation months to compile.

Jacob felt a measure of guilt that Leah was able to speak freely about family secrets when he had to conceal his true identity. He had told her what she needed to know about him. He was Jacob Michael Black, born and raised in Charlotte, North Carolina and thirty two years old. Everything else about him was classified. Picking up the charger to his cell phone, he plugged it into the device at the same time as the phone rang.

He punched a button. "Black."

"Are you a close to a TV?"

"What's up, Charlie?"

"Answer my question, Black."

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Turn it to CNN."

Still holding the phone to his ear, Jacob walked to the sitting area and flipped on the television, punching in the numbers for the channel. He went completely still when listening to the news journalist give an account of breaking news.

"What does this mean, Charlie?" The prosecutor in the Miami hospital E.R. shooting was missing, and the Bureau was treating it as a kidnapping because of a ransom demand.

"Right now, we're going over all of his former and upcoming cases to see if anyone has threatened him with retaliation."

Folding his long frame into a club chair, Jacob pressed a button on the remote, activating the closed caption feature. "What haven't you told me? Do you think this had anything to do with Leah Clearwater?"

"We can't verify anything right now. But, if there is a connection, then she'll be under the protection of U.S. Marshals. What I can tell you is that the guns used in the hospital shooting were stolen by the same bunch Embry Call ran with and those gang bangers are working for a Miami drug cartel with a network spanning the length of the east coast."

"Are you saying the shooting is linked to OPERATION: Top Gun?"

"Yes."

The seconds ticked when Jacob paused to collect his thoughts. "I'd like approval to provide protection for Dr. Clearwater."

"You know…"

"Charlie, don't say it. I know witness protection falls under the jurisdiction of the Marshals Service, but remember this is joint task force operation."

"You have enough on your plate with Embry Call."

"I'll bring Embry in. I will also turn Dr. Clearwater over to the marshals once the date is set for the trial."

"What's your stake in this, Black?"

A scowl marred Jacob's attractive features. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't get caught up in something from which you won't be able to extricate yourself," Charlie Swan warned. "Do not get involved with your witness."

A smile replaced Jacob's frown. He couldn't tell his supervisor that it was too late. He was already involved with Leah. "So, she is my witness?"

"Don't expect me to put that in writing."

"Thanks, Charlie."

"I also want you to know that I've been working on you getting you reassigned to a field office. Any place in particular?"

"I'd like to stay close to home." He liked living in northern Virginia.

"I'll see what I can do. Bring in Call and keep the lady safe so she can testify, and you can have your pick of any desk between D.C. and Miami."

"Thanks, Charlie."

"Be careful."

Jacob closed his eyes as a chill raced over his body. It was the first time in all the years he had known Charlie Swan that he had warned him to be careful. Was something going on that his supervisor hadn't apprised him of? And why had Charlie given in so easily when he had asked to provide protection for Leah?

"I will." That said, he ended the call and turned off the television.

Witness protection meant everywhere Leah went, he had to go. He also had to tell her about the prosecutor's abduction—that is, if she didn't already know. The thought had just entered his mind when the object of his musings walked into the bedroom. Her eyes appeared unusually large and haunted. The expression on her face said she did know.

Jacob forced a smile he didn't feel. What he didn't want to acknowledge was the thread of fear weaving its way into his consciousness. He wasn't afraid for himself; he was afraid for Leah.

"I just turned off the television."

Leah walked into the bedroom, closing the distance between her and the man who had promised to protect her. While setting up the board for a game of Scrabble with Jacob, she had turned on the television to an all-news station. When she heard the announcement that the Miami prosecutor had been kidnapped at gunpoint in the driveway to his home, she had felt faint.

"Do you think this is a random abduction, Jacob?"

Jacob pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her body through a cotton tee and shorts. "I don't know babe. Not only is the guy a high profile prosecutor, but he also comes from a wealthy family. It could be either crime of revenge or greed." Cradling her face in his hands, he kissed the end of her nose. "Whatever it is, I don't want you to worry about anything. I'm going to take care of you. And that means everywhere you go, I go." Nodding Leah closed her eyes. "Who knows you're staying here?"

She opened her eyes. The hardened expression on Jacob's face frightened her, and it was the first time she viewed him as a protection specialist. "I've only told my family."

"Do you mean immediate family, or uncles, aunts and cousins?"

She gave him an incredulous look. "When I say family, it means everyone."

"Are most your family in Florida?"

Leah shook her head. "They live all over."

"Where is all over?" Jacob was firing questions at her like an interrogator.

"They live in Virginia, Massachusetts, Washington, New Mexico, and Mississippi. Why do you want to know?"

"If and when anyone contacts you—and that includes family members—do not tell them where you are if they don't already know. How about friends? Do any of them know you have a place here?"

"I have a sorority sister who has visited me here a few times."

"What's her name?" Jacob asked, continuing his questioning.

"What does that have to do with anything Jacob?"

"Just answer the question."

Leah bit her lip until she felt it throbbing between her teeth. "Her name is Angela Weber. She's married, but she never changed her name."

"Where does she live?"

"Why?"

Jacob's fingers tightened on her jaw. "Answer me, Leah." The three words were ground out between clenched teeth.

"She lives in a suburb outside Detroit."

"When was the last time you saw or talked to her?"

"We haven't seen each other for almost two years, but we talk every couple of months."

"I don't want you to call her, and if she calls I don't want you to take the call."

"What about my family?"

"The same goes for them."

Leah stared at Jacob as if he had lost his mind. "No. You can't cut me off from my family."

A slow smile eased the lines of tension ringing Jacob's generous mouth. "I'm not going to cut you off from them. Give me the number to your brother's farm. He will be your sole connection to the rest of your family until the trial."

"Does this mean we're not going to see him next week?"

Seth had reassured Jacob that his property was guarded around the clock. It was Leah who had told him that her brother had invested millions to make his horse farm viable and profitable.

"We're going as planned. You're not going to alter your regular activities. What you're going to do is limit your telephone contacts. There are computer experts that can hack a cell phone as easily as taking a drink of water. We don't know if the prosecutor's abduction is random, or if his abductors have a particular motive for snatching him."

"Do you think I'm that motive?"

Jacob gave her a reassuring smile. "I doubt it. I just want to tie up some loose ends."

The loose ends were people who knew Dr. Leah Clearwater was the state of Florida's key witness in a capital murder trial. Lauren had given him minute details of the hospital shootout. Although the names of the doctors killed in the rampage were printed in the newspapers, their photographs did not appear at the request of their respective families. Dr. Leah Clearwater's name was never mentioned, and Jacob knew it was because of her family's clout in the state that kept information out of the press.

"I need you to answer one more question for me."

Leah rolled her eyes. "What is it?"

"This cookout we're going to Saturday."

"What about it, Jacob?"

"Do they know about your late fiancé?"

She nodded. "I told Kim everything, except that I'm going to be the only witness at a murder trial. The other people in the waiting room were either too frightened or things happened so quickly they weren't sure what they saw."

"Did you tell her anything about me?"

"No, Jacob." There was a hint of laughter in Leah's voice. "What's up?"

"I want you to introduce me as your husband."

Leah laughed as she replayed his suggestion in her head. "Have you gone and lost your mind?"

"No and it's not funny." he frowned when he saw how hard she was laughing.

"I think it is, Jacob. In fact I think it's hilarious." Leah wiped the tears from her eyes.

Jacob dropped his hands. "Pretending we're married will be the perfect cover for why I'm living with you. If I hadn't given up my time-share, then I would have remained your boyfriend."

"Can't you get it back?" She asked sobering up a bit after that statement.

"No. And I don't want it back."

Exhaling audibly, Leah tunneled her fingers through her hair. "I've lied more since I've met you than at any other time in my life."

"Don't lay that blame on me, m'ija. You were the one who told Seth that you'd hired me as your bodyguard."

"That's so he wouldn't get in my face about you. He made my life a living hell when he found out I had moved in with Sam. There are times when my brother forgets that not only am I older than he is, but that I'm quite capable of living my life without his interference."

"Don't knock it, Leah. There are brothers who could care less not only about their sister but also the woman who gave birth to them."

She waved a hand. "Let's get back to the marriage of convenience, Jacob. It is only for this weekend"

"Let's play it by ear."

"Marriage of convenience only happen in romance novels."

It was Jacob's turn to roll his eyes. "Please don't tell me you read those."

"Reading those kept me sane while I was convalescing. I had my sister in law bring me dozens a week, I read them because I knew they were going to end with a happily ever after and at the time I needed as many ups as I could muster."

Jacob felt as if he had come down with a case of foot in the mouth. How easy it was for him to forget how close Leah had come to dying.

He took a step and swept her up in his arms. "Will you forgive me for being so insensitive?"

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Leah kissed Jacob's forehead. "I'll think about it."

"Don't think too long, wifey."

"Call me that again and you'll find yourself sleeping on the sofa."

"I can't fit on the sofa."

"That's the idea, hubby." Leah's gaze met and fused with Jacob's her teasing fled quickly. "Do you think we can pull it off?"

"Of course we can babe."

"Are you willing to wear a wedding band?"

"Of course," Jacob confirmed.

Leah, her mind in tumult, buried her face on Jacob's solid shoulder. They were to pretend they were married while the prosecutor who depended upon her testimony to get a guilty plea had been abducted steps from his front door. She closed her eyes, whispering a silent prayer for his quick and safe return.

"We'll go shopping for rings tomorrow." She whispered in his ear.

Jacob tightened his hold under her legs. "I remember seeing a nice jewelry store in Asheville."

Her head popped up. "There's no need to go all the way to Asheville for rings."

"What if someone in Waynesville recognizes you? How will you explain buying rings when we're supposed to be married?"

"You're right Jacob."

"Spoken like an obedient, dutiful wife. No! Please stop!" Leah had caught his earlobe between her teeth. "I'm sorry babe. I'm sorry."

She released his lobe. "Obey or any derivative of that offensive word will never ever be uttered in my wedding vows. The exception will be if my husband agrees to obey me."

Jacob carried her to the bed, sitting and settling her on his lap. "I was the obedient, dutiful husband in training when you asked me to make love yo you."

Leah covered her face with her hands. "Don't remind me of that. I've never been like that."

Reaching for her hands, he eased her down to the mattress. "I'm not complaining, Leah. In fact, I was honored you asked me and not some other man."

"I like making love with you, Jacob."

He ran a finger down the length of her delicate nose, his mouth replacing his finger as he caressed her lips. "And I love making love to you."

Jacob loved making love to Leah and he had discovered that he liked her—a little too much for it to be a game. The charade of his being her bodyguard had escalated to a pretend marriage, and none of it had anything to do with why he had come to the Great Smoky Mountains.

He was a special agent for the Bureau, yet, with his supervisor's approval, was operating more like a wet boy doing whatever needed to be done to fulfill his mission. His request to provide witness protection for Leah wasn't unreasonable because he was already living with her and she trusted him. Charlie Swan hadn't confirmed or denied—or didn't know—whether the abduction was connected to the E.R. shootout. Jacob suspected OPERATION: Top Gun had many more layers than what he had read in the classified file. While ATF, DEA and FBI agents were chasing drug trafficking and gun smugglers, his focus was to bring his brother in alive and protect a witness in a high-profile murder trial.

Leah held her breath when she felt Jacob's hand moving under the hem of her T-shirt, his finger making tiny circles around her belly button. "I thought we were going to play Scrabble."

Lowering his head, Jacob pressed a kiss to her flat belly. "Do you really want to play?"

She tried sitting up, but he pushed her back down. "Of course I want to play. After all, you were the one talking about your undefeated record."

"I don't want to brag, but I should alert you that I was a finalist for my school district for the Scripps National Spelling Bee."

Leah's jaw dropped. "You were a nerd?"

"What's wrong with being a nerd?"

"I just thought you would have been a super jock," she countered.

Jacob leaned closer, their mouths inches apart. "I was a nerd and a jock. By the time I was fifteen I stood several inches above six feet. High school coaches wanted me to join the basketball team, but I preferred football. I played defense because it gave me the opportunity to pound the hell out of guys that teased me because I wore glasses and made the honor roll. I worked out as hard as I studied and by the time I graduated, I was six four and a solid two hundred pounds."

"What happened to the glasses?"

"I had surgery to correct my vision."

Leah forgot about playing Scrabble when Jacob lay beside her. She listened intently when he had told her he had graduated valedictorian and enrolled in Harvard University on a full academic scholarship. He had majored in pre-law but wasn't certain where he had wanted to practice law.

Jacob stared at the crown molding over the bed. "I was twenty one with a college degree and I didn't know what I wanted to do next. Instead of going to law school I joined the army. I had disappointed my mother because she was bragging to everyone at the social services agency where she worked that her son was going to be a lawyer. What she didn't understand was that I was close to burnout. I didn't want to sit in another lecture hall or open one more textbook."

"So, you became a soldier instead." Leah's voice was soft and soothing.

Smiling, Jacob closed his eyes. "I loved everything they threw at me—the rigorous training and the sleep deprivation. I'd applied to and was accepted into Ranger School. It's an extremely intense sixty one day combat leadership course conducted over three separate three long phases."

"That was only the beginning." Jacob opened his eyes to find Leah staring at him. "We had combat water survival and a water confidence test. What I found most difficult was the three-mile terrain run followed by what is called the Malvesti Filed Obstacle Course. We had to go into a worm pit, which was a shallow, muddy twenty five meter obstacle covered by knee-high barbed wire."

"Did you make it on your first try?"

"No, and I have the scars to prove it. It's not a one time exercise. The obstacle is usually negotiated several times on one's belly and back. The mountain phase tests the limits of mental and physical strength when he were subjected to severe weather and rugged terrain. I almost lost what little food I had in my stomach when I had to climb, then rappel down a fifty foot sheer cliff."

Leah rested her palm alongside Jacob's face. "Did you ever think of quitting?"

Jacob placed his hand on hers. "Quitting is not in my psychological makeup. I learned to parachute out of a plan and developed the skills to survive in a rain forest or swamp by learning how to deal with reptiles and how to tell the difference between venomous and non venomous snakes. There were trained reptile experts that taught us how not to be afraid of them. We were put through mock combat raids and missions where we applied everything we had learned.

Once we had earned enough points to graduate, we spent several days cleaning our weapons and equipment. After we got back to the fort we were given PX privileges. We were allowed to use a phone, eat civilian food and watch TV. During this time we were fed three meals a day. I had weighed two hundred ten pounds when I had enrolled in Ranger School and by the time I graduated, I was down to one seventy."

Leah gave him a look mirroring disbelief. "You lost forty pounds in two months?"

Jacob nodded as he brushed her hair back over her ear to expose a brilliant diamond stud. "My mother couldn't stop crying when she pinned the black and gold Ranger Tab on my left shoulder, and I thought it was because she was happy that I had made it through. I learned later that she was upset because she thought I was dying. I had to explain that I wasn't uncommon for soldiers to lose twenty to forty pounds."

"How long did it take you to put back on the weight?"

"It took about six months. Some Ranger School graduates had weight problems after they returned to their units. They packed on pounds because they couldn't stop eating. We had been deprived food during training to ensure a survivalist mentality."

Leah realized Jacob had mentioned his mother but not his father. "Did your father approve of you going into the military?"

"I'm certain he would have if he had been alive. My father was a Green Beret during the Vietnam War. He went into law enforcement after he was discharged. I was ten when he was killed while on duty."

She went completely still, feeling Jacob's pain as surely as if it were her own. "I'm so sorry."

Jacob shuttered his gaze, concealing the pain he had never permitted anyone to see. He had loved and respected his father, but it wasn't until he had entered adolescence that he felt the void when he couldn't go to his dad for advice about sex and interpersonal relationships.

Ever since he had joined the Bureau, Jacob's fear was not for himself but for Sarah Black. What were the odds that she would lose not only her husband but bother her sons because of their undercover work with the FBI? And not wanting to test the odds, he knew he had to convince his brother to get out before someone discovered his true identity.

Charlie Swan had promised to get him a desk assignment and if his brother wasn't willing to leave the Bureau, then Jacob would try to get Embry to apply for a position as an instructor as the Academy.

"What did you do after you left the army?"

He opened his eyes. "I went back to college and got a graduate degree in criminal justice, then went to work for my uncle. After he retired, he turned the company over to his sons."

"Do you like protecting people at the risk of losing your own life?"

Jacob's fingers tightened on her scalp. "It's not about what I like. It's a job, Leah, one I happen to be very good at. Every job and profession has its risks. A hospital is a place where people come to be healed. The staff is devoted to saving lives, yet within a split second, it can become a killing field."

"You're right, Jacob. Never in my wildest imagination would I have ever conjured up the horror of that day."

Jacob pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Enough talk. Are you ready to get your cute little butt kicked?"

Rolling off the bed, Leah rested her hands on her hips. "Let's do it." She walked out the bedroom, Jacob following and pulling a T-shirt over his head.

Eeeeepp Who would want to be married to Jacob?

*closes eyes and raises both hands* lol...

The game of scrabble and Kim's get together should be coming up soon.

and Terry will reappear. Puppies are so adorable until they start chewing on everything in sight..

then that's another thing completely.

But anyways Review! :)

LC's Room & FWB chapter should be up by the end of the day lovies

xoxo