SPOILER CONTENT- READ AT THE END
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The sun was gently appearing behind the mountain, playing with the reflex of the light on the lake surface. It was chilly, but there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.
Andy went out of the car with the plastic bags full of things bought in the only supermarket of the village and walked toward the patio of the cabin.
The rain fallen during the night was leaving her foot prints in the mud. She put down the bags to take off the boots before going into the kitchen.
She had spent some hours the night before trying to understand what she wanted to do with that man: fighting was a lost cause and she knew that at this point wherever she run he would have followed.
Sam was still sleeping: she left a note on the table earlier so that he didn't think she left him there alone. She took the piece of paper and threw it into the trash, when she heard his steps on the wood stairs.
"Good morning! hey I went out to buy something.. the fridge was half empty."
He was bare foot and bare chest. Such a vision. She looked in his eyes and she could say he hadn't slept much. He sat down at the table and took an apple from the basket on it.
"why don't you sleep a bit more?" he looked at her after a moment, and put down the apple
"I wanna talk."
"ok."
"wanna do it here?"
"I guess it's fine"
"Ok, so…"
"how you doing?"
"I'm fine, ok."she smiled shyly at him, but her expression wasn't so convincing.
"I wouldn't say it. How is the job?"
"Not bad, it's a quiet place. Peaceful I would say. There is not so much to do"
"It's not 15 then!"
"yeah"
they both giggled about it, but then returned serious. It was becoming awkward like the first time they really faced their feelings years ago.
"Have you talked to Nash this week?" she furrowed her forehead at that question but then she shook her head.
"Nope, why you ask?"
"Andy… Tom came at the office to look for me and wanted to have a fight. He punched me a bit." She opened her mouth. She couldn't believe at what he had just said.
"Don't worry, Nick and Diaz stopped him before he could smash a glass on my head." Her breath became irregular and she closed her eyes. She had taken this from him.
"I am so sorry, Sam. I swear it, I had no idea. Trace didn't tell me anything of this. Are you ok? When did it happen?"
"I'm fine, don't worry. I just told you because you deserved to know. It happened last month."
"I'm sorry if I caused you any problem. I am so sorry..I…" she couldn't keep tears anymore and she let them run on her face.
"It's all right, Andy! You have no responsibility for that, it's not your fault!" he took her hand and gently stroked his fingers on it.
"I told you because, well… he was high and he said it was my fault… that I deserved to be punished for what I did… and I guessed you had left him" she nodded while cleaning her tears off.
"I left him before Christmas. Before moving to 34th"
"Andy why he said that?"she looked down, trying to imagine that horrible scene of Tom punching Sam. She could have thrown up there on the table.
"how's Marlo Sam?"
"Andy, answer my question.."
"I'll answer if you answer mine" he sighed hard and moved on his chair but kept his gaze in her eyes "Honestly, I don't know. Hope fine after all"
"after what?"
"uh,uh.. it is your turn, now!" he smiled at her, and that loving expression made her feel much better "I told him I couldn't stay with him. Because you would have come first, always"
she finally looked back at him and saw his eyes shining. Maybe there was hope. Her heart was heavy but after all that loliness of the past months she felt it beating again. She could hear it pumping the blood in her veins.
"Ok" it's the only thing he said back, when she definitely hoped for a very different reaction. She was falling apart again, in her darkness. She didn't forgive him the first time, why should he forgive her now? She looked back at her hands, he had released the grip on her. She felt the cold of the room already pervading her body.
"But why leaving like this?you didn't even say hello.. to me, to Oliver, to the other guys.. it was like a thunder in the blue sky. You disappeared and Nash refused to talk about your motives. We were all concerned."
"How could I have justified it, Sam? by saying what, that I was leaving because you were marrying Marlo?"
"WHAT?Who told you that?"
"I heard it by myself.. look you don't need to explain.. I understand…"
"Andy I've never wanted to marry Marlo! I've never asked her! She really wanted that and she pushed me for a while, but I didn't want to and she couldn't accept, I guess!"
"Listen, I saw her talking about it more than once and I assumed you did. And I knew I had to go." "Without asking me?" he was perplexed about her choice.
"Asking what? I kicked you out of my flat the last time we talked. I had no choice! She was there with you and you looked happy with her, she'll make your future better than me"
"Andy, I don't think you've listened to me about what I just said. She's gone. I don't stay with her anymore. Is it clear now?" she nodded shyly and became silent, but her relief was getting bigger. "What happened?" it's the only thing she could say right there and she wanted to know
"I am not ready to talk about it, it's.."
"you don't have to. Sorry I asked."they still hold silence but kept looking at each other
"I want you come back to the 15"
"Sam, I can't… I need to stay there at least for other 6 months before I can ask to be transferred again, it's the procedure."
He was clearly pissed and looked away as he was trying to plan something, but there was not much to do.
"I don't want you to stay away from me anymore. So if you can't move, I'll move with you" WHAT? "Sam you adore that place! It's your home. You can't leave!"
"You promise to be back as soon as you can?" she said yes with no hesitation.
"But again, six months without seeing you? No way. Move in with me. Stay with me. Forever. I want that forever." Her heart was pounding hard. Those magic words were the only thing she wanted to hear.
"Ok" she whispered. She was scared but she would have never let that feeling win again. He smiled back, joyful as a baby and closed his hand on hers even more.
"are you hungry?"
"starving" he answered, staring at her in a charming gaze. She laughed hard, but she didn't give away anything.
"I'll make pancakes while you shave"
"what are you talking about?" he said in a very complaining mood, touching that long beard proudly. "you don't like it?"
"it's weird and you're a cop. You must shave, you know that" she turned around smirking at him "that's why I've bought shaving foam and shaving knife" she was putting vegetable in the sink and after no answer from Sam she turned around concerned.
"why didn't you buy razor blades?"
"Sam we are in the middle of Canada… there was none. "
"well, I don't know how to use that knife then" so he thought she would have dropped the idea, but he had no luck. She was already smiling back.
"I know how to do that"he paused, really concerned this time.
"do what exactly?"
"using the knife!" she thought it was obvious, but she got his fear and rolled back her eyes, she was having fun of him.
"I won't cut your throat! Promise" she put a hand on her heart, solemnly.
"no no no" he was already walking out of the kitchen.
"Sam, the scissors are in the bathroom, first shelf on the right!" she talked him back, watching him disappearing in the bath.
"scissors? No why! You'll make me bleed to death!" he barked back.
"take two seats, fill the sink with the water, I'm on the way" he watched her removing the plastic around the shaving knife and saw his eyes widening.
"Andy, we can do whatever you want, but not this"
"Sam, trust me. I did it to my father for years after he quitted the police corp. His hand was always shaking and he couldn't do that" he released his tension a bit, but he wasn't convinced.
"ok, but I know I'll regret it"
"you won't, relax Swarek!" she took his hand and drove him to the bathroom.
She made him sit down, she took two towels and the scissors and started to cut the beard in excess "you should have done this at least two weeks ago" he attempted an answer she didn't let him
"If you move I cut you" he blanked and whitened and that look made her laugh hard. His eyes were laughing too then.
"so, I guess I should enjoy this moment. It's a privilege few may have. You…. depending on me." She was teasing him, imagining if he wanted to say something about that, but he stayed in silence as she requested.
She removed beard here and there, then put some foam on a hand and started to gently place it on the left side of his face. He watched her doing the job, concentrating and professionally. He didn't expect that. How lucky he was, that's what he thought. Why they didn't do it before!
"you seem lost, Swarek, I'd like to know what you think" that made him smile. It was his turn to take advantage.
He tried to smile "don't move" she repeated stroking his knee. He was dreaming at every touch she was going through. She was so gentle he made him feel cured. Loved.
He let her continue and kept observing her: her hand, the efficiency in her movements, the colour of her hair, her stunning body, her little nose.
"Sam, I know what you're doing" he giggled this time "uh,uh?!" she reproved him in a whisper. Now she had the knife in her hands.
"relax and trust me" she saw his tension.
She put the knife at the top of his cheek and pulled it down, just a couple of inches. She removed the foam from the blade and repeated the gesture again. He was concentrating on her hand and the sound the movement was producing.
Then they came to the hardest part: the throat. "stay relaxed, ok?" he nodded and closed his eyes. She was more concentrated now. She perfectly did it and when she was done he opened his eyes and there she could laugh. His eyes promised a sweet revenge.
She finally removed it all and then wetted a towel to wash away the residual foam. Then took the second towel and she did it again.
Then took some aftershave – a David Hoff her father left there last time – and put it some on his cheeks and neck and massaged it for a couple of minutes. Sam closed his eyes and enjoyed it.
When she took her hands off, he felt the cold hitting his face. The smell was very good, he like it. They looked at each other for a while.
"I wish we did this before" he whispered while leaning toward her, studying her expression.
"We never had the chance, but we can do it again" "I wanna say thank you" now only some inches were separating them. She watched him looking at her lips and she let him kiss her.
The kiss was gentle and oh-so soft. She closed her eyes but then he suddenly released her and watched her dreaming for more. He giggled a bit.
"that's my little revenge McNally" her funny incredulous expression said all her frustration, but he didn't change his mind.
"you said breakfast, right?"

They spent the whole morning cleaning the patio and the entrance of the cabin from the mug, the leaves and the dust brought by the wind the night before. While Sam was cooking lunch, Andy cleaned the old boat parked on the back, left there by so many years that she doubted it could float and not sink.
"Andy, come her let's eat!"
"Sam, come here a second"
"what's that?"
"a small boat my father used to fish when I was young"
"if the weather stays, we could use it then! We can get sun-tanned!" he smiled back at her
"Sam, you will get burnt with this sun! Despite, we don't have a swimming-suit!" he turned around, smirking at her. "who said we need one?"
she reproved him but then laughed hard.
"my pleasure, Swarek!"
"you won't be the only one enjoying!"
He disappeared in the kitchen while she was taking out all the stuff inside the boat. The boat was pretty dry inside and she thought there would have been no problem at using it, even if it had a smell of humidity and old memories.

"Sam, don't row so fast! I can't keep up with you! We'll move in circle this way!"
"McNally, give me your row!"
"Sam.. I can do it…"
"I'll do it, come on. You just lie down over there and enjoy the trip, ok?"
She opted for a top and shorts and he was wearing a par of men's shorts of her father.
"Sam?"
"what ?"
"how can we start over after all that happened?"
"We'll start over because I love you and you do love me. We'll start over because I want you to be in my life, McNally or I wouldn't have done all this mess!"
"Right… I mean there are things that didn't work before and we need to change them"
He pause for a second and then started to row again.
"you mean opening up, talking, no more hiding things?"
"exactly." She sat up again and watched him straight in the eyes.
"Sam, I know how hard is talking for you… so please, take your time… I mean… I am here to listen, not to judge… whatever it is, what I think and feel about you won't change. Ever. Ok?"
he nodded, uncomfortably, the sun in front of him was hiding emotions he was trying to repress. "Sam, don't hide, it's me, just me and you."
She stood up to place a kiss on his cheek and for a big hug.
His look made her understand the fear he kept inside and that he really needed sometime. This time she wouldn't have pressured him as before, she would have waited, she would have been patient, knowing that it was worth it.