A/N: Merry Christmas! Happy New Year! Great holidays! my dear readers! Unfortunately my health came in the way so I'm a little late nevertheless this chapter is the longest one in this story and it's my gift to you.

"Good evening! Nice to meet you! You looks wonderful!"

James nearly choked watching Miles gallantly pulling the chair for Juliet while telling her all those pleasantries. 'What are you trying here Enos' he frowned, recalling too well how his friend hated that 'being a gentleman' thing.

"Thank you" Juliet smiled gracefully.

"How could you hide such a treasure from your old friend?" Miles asked James without even as much as turning away from Juliet.

Okay, James got it. For some messed up reason his friend decided that flirting with his woman right in front of him might be a good idea.

"Well, it took the whole month for you to tell me you've found your true love. Not to mention you'd managed to propose her during that month." James answered in the sweetest tone he could manage.

"Oh, you have a bride, Miles? Or is it already a wife?" Juliet asked cheerfully.

'Just peachy! Now she decided to play along.' James sighed.

"No, we broke apart, but Jim already knew that." He emphasized the last part finally looking at his partner.

"What a pity! What had happened?" Juliet enquired curiously but with enough empathy.

"Nothing that's worth talking about right now" Miles shrugged. "I'm more interested in you and James, how have you met each other?"

"Nothing interesting too" She glanced at James for support. With Miles not remembering them she wasn't sure what exactly James would want to tell him.

"Uh-huh. I want a little more details or you're going to save that for the marriage ceremony?"

James choked by Miles bluntness. He was the only one who knew about his plans to propose and all because he was so nosy. Now Miles didn't even remember that part. Still he managed to sell him out.

"James, are you alright?" Juliet asked worriedly, most likely because of his pale face.

Miles was a dead man after this evening, for sure.

"I'm fine" He muttered hoarsely.

"If you say so" She nodded. "I leave you for a little while, boys. Hope you'll both be okay without me."

She had barely made few steps when James turned to Miles with a murderous look in eyes.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He hissed. "Is it some new game of yours "How far could I push Jim?" 'cause if so I have a game of my own.-

"Cool off, man. I didn't mean any harm." Miles tried to soothe him. "Looks like you really fall for that girl I've never seen you so worked up before."

"That was exactly what I'd said you earlier and you still thought it was a good idea to flirt with her."

"Okay, maybe it didn't look as a good one from your point of view." Miles admitted. "I just wanted to be sure she was the one you deserved and not one of those stupid models you used to pick before."

"And it's your business because?" James was still on edge.

"Because for some unknown reason I give a damn." Miles spat back.

They sat silently for five minutes both dealing with their inner turmoil. Until Miles gave up and broke the silence

"Do you want to tell me where you found her now, when she's not around?" He winked at him and James realized he couldn't keep the angry facade.

"That damn machine took my last dollar without giving anything in exchange. Juliet helped me to get what was mine." He smiled remembering them arguing that being cop didn't allow him to steal bars.

"Romantic as always."Miles laughed expecting some story of love that left them out of breathe instead of having fun with some machine.

"I knew you'd tell him while I was out." Juliet said reprovingly while sitting back.

"You left me with him in the first place" James replied immediately.

"Hey, I'm sitting right here." Miles whined.

They just looked at him with obvious confusion as to what his problem was.

"Never mind" He shrugged.

So if he was honest with himself he wasn't offended at all. Quite opposite, it felt strangely familiar and comfy to sit there watching them sparring with each other, where he couldn't tell was it a fight or a foreplay. It was a really nice feeling after all.