Chapter Seven: An Irish Toast
Conveniently, that night Will and Lucas had some sort of all-night father/son event going on, so Sami was free to meet with EJ. Maggie's party was a stroke of genius; Sami would have almost thought she was in on her plans. She knew the minute Maggie suggested it that the party would be the perfect place to implement her plans. She couldn't wait to tell EJ of their good fortune!
EJ is in his apartment, preparing dinner for himself and Sami. He laughs at himself for deriving so much pleasure from something as simple as preparing a meal for a woman, but he has to admit, he does enjoy it. He had known, even when Lucas started sniffing around again (which was pretty much the minute he caught Carrie cheating on him) that there would be no way for him to give up on Sami. He didn't care to admit to himself how relieved he was when he found out that Sami had no intention of giving him up. It blew his mind to think about how juvenile Lucas was, with his cheap prostitutes and rank cheese. Hadn't he learned any better than that from his time as Sami's partner in crime? His thoughts are interrupted by a knock on his door. Knowing that it's Sami, he leans against the door and asks in his most innocent voice, "Who is it?" "It's Adrastea. Now let me in or face my wrath," Sami replies. "Well, since you put it like that…" EJ opens the door and drinks in the sight of Sami, grinning up at him wickedly, holding a bottle of champagne. "Put this on ice for me, will you? We have lots to celebrate."
Sami seats herself at EJ's table while he turns his attention back to the meal he's preparing. "Dinner's not quite ready yet," he explains. "That's quite alright, I'll just sit here and watch you cook for me," she replies, leaning back in her chair and resting her feet on the table. "Voyeur," he smirks, and Sami laughs. "Oh, please, EJ, we both know you love showing off for an audience." Both of them think back to the time they first met, both knowing full well that he had dropped that towel on purpose. Sami had known right at that moment that one day, something would happen between them. It was one of those things- with some people you could just tell. Maybe tomorrow, maybe ten years from now, but one day, it would happen. Fortunately for both of them, it had been sooner rather than later. Sami took the opportunity to catch EJ up to speed. She explained Maggie's idea for the party and he immediately saw, as Sami had, that it would be their golden opportunity to set the wheels in motion. They worked out the minute details of the plan while EJ finished preparing their dinner. Sami served them while EJ popped open and poured the champagne. He handed her her glass. "Toast?" Sami smiles and clinks her glass to his. "Here's some champagne for my real friends, and some real pain for my sham friends!"