Andy drummed his fingers against the steering wheel and alternated between staring at the clock and the front door to Sharon's condo. He was early and nervous about admitting how early he was. Finally, he turned the car off and stepped out, tucking his keys into his pocket as he walked inside.

"Can I help you?" The man at the front desk smiled cordially and Andy nodded.

"I'm picking up Sharon Raydor. She's in 1109." He absently adjusted his tie and cleared his throat, glancing down the hallway that he guessed led to the elevator.

"Right, go on up." Andy nodded his thanks and followed the man's gesture down the hallway. He found the elevators on his right and stepped inside, pressing the button for the eleventh floor.

He felt his nerves increasing as the floors ticked up. When he walked out of the elevator, he paused for a moment to try to shove his nerves under control. He still felt overwhelmingly nervous when he found her door and knocked twice.

The sight he found on the other side of the door took his breath away. Sharon wore a dark purple dress with a neckline that was revealing and still modest. Her hair curled softly around her face and shoulders, partly pulled back to reveal her bright eyes behind her glasses.

"Wow... You look stunning," he managed, unable to stop his eyes from roaming over her. He smiled as a deep blush covered her cheeks.

"Oh, um. Thank you. Come on in, I'll be ready in a few minutes." She stepped back and pulled the door open more to allow Andy inside.

"Take your time," he said quickly. "I know I'm early."

She waved her hand and led the way into her living room. He was surprised to see how perfect everything looked, though he didn't expect anything less from Sharon. A blond-haired boy sat on the couch with a laptop and didn't glance up when they entered the room.

"I'll just be a few minutes," she repeated. "Rusty... Rusty, this is Andy. Andy, my youngest son, Rusty," she added, before disappearing around a corner.

Andy stepped further into the room as the boy, Rusty, looked up and raised an eyebrow. Neither said anything for several moments and Andy shifted where he stood, hands shoved into his pockets. He fiddled with the edge of his car key and listened to the distant sounds of Sharon getting ready until Rusty stole his attention.

"So, you're Andy." Rusty was still looking at Andy and he finally met his gaze, his own eyebrow arching up briefly.

"Yeah. And you're Rusty," he replied after a moment.

"Mom's talked about you. She teaches your grandsons?" Andy couldn't tell if Rusty was curious, protective, or if he was just attempting small talk; Andy was grateful for the distraction regardless.

"Step-grandsons, and she does. My daughter was out of town last week and I watched them." He shrugged and pulled his hands from his pocket.

"Oh. Okay. You're a cop?" Rusty slid his laptop off his lap and looked up at Andy.

"Uh, yeah. I'm a Lieutenant with the LAPD." He shifted again as he watched Sharon's son, trying to stop himself from glancing after Sharon again.

The sound of heels on hardwood saved either of them from having to respond and Sharon smiled when she walked into view. A jacket was draped over her arm and she stood closer to his height with the black heels.

"Sorry about that," she apologized, her head shaking a little.

"It's no problem, my fault for being early." He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair. "Are you ready, then?"

"I am. Rusty's there's money on the counter for dinner. If you need anything, just text me." Her gaze turned to her son and Andy watched how her smile changed as she interacted with him.

"I'll be fine, Sharon, go have fun." Rusty waved his hand and Sharon laughed softly. "Have a good night. Uh, nice to meet you, Andy."

"Nice to meet you too, kid," he responded, eagerly following Sharon back to the front door and into the hallway.

She locked the door behind them and Andy offered his arm, she took it with a smile and a gentle squeeze.

"Where are we going to dinner?" she asked as they stepped into the elevator and started down to the lobby.

"There's a little Italian place not far from here. It's nothing like my grandmother's cooking, but it's good." He smiled at her and she leaned into him a little.

"It sounds lovely," she murmured, smiling as well.

She kept her hand on his arm as they walked through the lobby, pausing only to wave at the doorman. He led her to his car and held the door open, helping her in before he climbed in beside her.

"Do you need to be back by a certain time?" He looked at her as he started the car, worried about Rusty.

"Oh, no. Rusty will be fine. I just worry about him." She smiled and rested her hand on his arm until he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Okay. I just... haven't done this dating thing in a while." He laughed nervously and glanced at her. "And I've never done it with kids..."

"Don't worry about Rusty, Andy. We can just enjoy dinner." She smiled and crossed one leg over the other as Andy drove.

Their conversation followed easily-much easier than the last time they had shared a meal-as they reached the restaurant and sat at a table. Andy noticed how amazing Sharon looked beneath the candlelight of the restaurant and he stared at her over his menu.

She looked up and caught him, again blushing vividly. "Andy?"

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "You're beautiful."

Her blush darkened. "Thank you..." She smiled and lowered her menu to the table, Andy did the same. "And you don't have to apologize. I'm just not used to the compliments."

"You should be. You are beautiful." He smiled and reached across the table to take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"And you're an awfully good sweet-talker, Andy Flynn." A small smile crossed her lips and she squeezed his hand. "Thank you."

It was a quiet dinner and Andy managed to convince Sharon to go for a walk on the beach before he took her home. He walked her up to her door and they stopped outside, her purse dangling from her fingertips and her other hand wrapped around her arm.

"Thank you for tonight," she murmured, her fingers running up and down a small expanse of her arm. "I really enjoyed myself."

"I'm glad," he replied, stepping closer to her. Their closeness reminded him of their last kisses and he had to make sure he kept himself under control. "It was one of the best evenings I've had in a while. Thank you for going with me."

She swayed a little where she stood, neither making a move to leave. "Do you want to come in?" she finally asked and Andy felt his heart stop briefly.

"Sure." He smiled and watched as she unlocked the door and then followed her into the darkness of her entryway.

He heard the clatter of her keys against the table and then the light turned on. Andy glanced around quickly and then Sharon was pressed against him, her lips claiming his. He immediately wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss, drawing a soft moan from her.

She stepped back as quickly as she had kissed him, a breathless laugh slipping out. "Thank you again, Andy."

"My pleasure." He paused a moment, still tasting the bit of her that lingered behind on his lips. "I'd love to take you out again."

"I'm free this weekend." A sly smile crossed her lips as she swayed again.

"I'm back to work now that Nicole is home, but I should be free Saturday. I'll call you after I'm sure." He smiled and stepped forward to kiss her again, his hand lightly cupping her cheek.

"Goodnight," she whispered when they parted, her hands resting against his chest.

"Goodnight, Sharon," he hummed in response, forcing himself to step back and open the door.

"Text me when you're home?"

"Of course. Goodnight." He smiled and made sure she shut the door behind him before he started down the hallway.

Saturday couldn't come soon enough.