A/N: I know, I know... I'm horrible! I'm sorry though! Next time I promise to update a completed story daily and suddenly stop updating, you have my permission to kick me in my mailbox! *wink* I'll try my best to be better now! Hope you'll enjoy!

She felt as if her stomach was squeezed to a tiny size, when she parked her car in front of his house the following Monday. It was the day, when they had agreed she would start and even though she had a couple of days to prepare herself for it, she still wasn't sure if arranging his garden by herself was a good idea. She was scared of what he might be like towards her; she was afraid he would be this kind, gentleman-like guy, who she fell in love all those years ago, but at the same time, she wasn't sure she would be able to survive it if he was anything but this towards her.

She took a deep breath, standing in front of the door and rang the bell. She winced, when she heard a very loud bang and a shout, her heart skipping a beat. Her immediate reaction was to reach out her hand with the intention to try to turn the doorknob but she stopper herself. She should check if something didn't happen, shouldn't she? But could she simply walk in, even if she could justify it by wanting to be sure that everything was okay? She didn't have to make the decision, as soon the door opened and Myles stood right in front of her, obviously fine.

She could feel her panic raise and her heartbeat quicken a little, when she noticed that he was without shirt and the fact that he was almost a foot taller made her eyes land straight on his bare chest. It wasn't the first time she saw him like this, but she had to admit that he looked way better now than he did all those years ago. Back then he was just a slim kid with practically visible ribs; now, however, he had an attractive, slightly muscular body with his muscles nicely outlined under his skin. It was clear that he must have put on weight and done some work-out, and it has definitely done him good. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to raise her eyes to his face and blushed, when she found him looking at her with his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Am I late?" she asked, pretending that she misinterpreted the reason behind the way he was looking at her.

"No, you're actually a little early." he spoke, finding his voice.

He moved to the side, allowing her to walk in and couldn't help taking in her appearance. It was understandable that knowing she would need to work in the ground and in result, get dirty, she didn't come dressed in her best clothes but in a well-worn shirt, jeans and sneakers, and she tied her long hair in a ponytail at the back of her head, and he immediately thought that she looked beautiful anyway.

"Be careful, I just painted the walls here." he stated, motioning for her to walk further in and led her through the house to the garden.

She was surprised to see the state of the house. All the furniture was covered and moved either to the side or to another room, and the foil was lying on the floor in order to prevent it from getting very dirty. When they walked past the living room, she also noticed a ladder standing in the middle of the room and some sort of a rag, which she later found out was a shirt which he had on; she stopped, when she spotted a bucket lying knocked-over with all the paint spilled on the floor.

"I see now. The bang I heard was the bucket falling down?" she asked, turning to look at him and Myles nodded his head with a frown.

"Actually, you must have heard it falling to the floor from the top of the ladder." he noted, sighing heavily. "I got lost in thoughts and was startled a little, when you rang the doorbell." he explained, when he saw her questioning look.

He didn't plan to say anything else as he definitely wasn't going to admit that his thoughts were actually occupied with her. He didn't know what would her reaction be like and he didn't want to risk offending her. He truly lost track of how many times during all the years he was actually thinking about her; the way they parted might have not been perfect, but he still thought of the year they have been together as one of the best in his life. He couldn't hold it against her, that she moved away; the truth was that she didn't have much of a choice when it came to leaving Boston if her family needed to do it. She was just sixteen at the time and for a two more years she had no legal right to live anywhere else but with her parents, as they were the only family she had in the United States.

Still, at least in his opinion, their relationship was serious enough to expect some sort of explanation and goodbye. Even though he was away in college, so it was rather difficult to inform him in person, there were other ways to do it and he couldn't understand why she didn't. It hurt, but he stopped feeling any reproach towards her a long time ago and was very fond of all his memories associated with her. What he had with her, was the sort of relationship he was looking for in his life; it wasn't absolutely perfect in every way, as they both had flaws and their tempers clashed at times, but he felt truly comfortable and happy being with her, something he couldn't say about all his following relationships. They seemed great at the beginning and he really cared about the women, but there was always one thing or another, which made the bubble pop and cause his realisation, that it wasn't what he wanted.

"Doesn't the wooden door on the side of the house lead to the garden?" she asked, when they stepped outside, bringing him back to Earth again. "You could simply unlock it."

"It does but well… Let's say I am afraid to touch it because I'm not sure if it's not going to fall apart the moment I do." he admitted, shrugging. "I moved in just two months ago and my job kept me so occupied, that I didn't have the chance to do anything around, yet."

"You want to do it yourself? I would have thought that you would hire a renovation company to take care of it." she remarked, placing her bag on the ground.

"The last time I hired the company, I wrangled with them for two months and needed to re-do everything anyway, when they finished. So thank you very much, but I'll renovate the house myself; this way I can be certain it is done honestly and right to my liking."

She nodded her head and the silence fell between them. They stood opposite each other, neither of them knowing what to say and it was quickly growing very uncomfortable. In the past, they used to have absolutely no problems finding the topic for conversation; they talked about everything, whether it was important or just a trifle.

"So, I guess I'll leave you to your work and go back to mine. If you need anything, I'm inside so just shout and I'll come."

"Okay, I will."

She sighed with relief, when he went into the house. It was difficult to be around him, the air between them so strange. Perhaps it was because of the way they parted or because they have never really had the chance to truly finish things between each other, but it all felt really wrong. Pretending she was completely indifferent to him, as if he was just some kind of a casual acquaintance, was going to be terribly difficult especially if he would continue to walk around the house without his shirt on. She blushed, when she realised where her thoughts were going, but luckily for her, the next time he appeared outside, he was wearing a navy blue FBI T-shirt.

"I brought you a tea." he said, placing a mug on the small garden table. "A flat teaspoon of sugar and lemon, or did I mess something?"

"No, you got it right." she said, surprised that he remembered such a small detail. "FBI, huh?" she chuckled, pointing to his shirt. "A friend of mine has a similar T-shirt; only his has the abbreviation explained as Female Body Inspector."

She couldn't help rolling her eyes a little, when his only reaction was to raise his eyebrows. Of course, what did she expect from a man, who seemed to completely not understand the idea behind jokes.

"It actually borders on insulting the serious institution, which the Federal Bureau of Investigation is." he remarked with a frown. "But, what to expect after casual citizens? We risk our lives everyday to save theirs, and all we get back is no help when needed, no gratitude and comments, how we earn too much money in comparison to how much we do."

"We? You work in the FBI?" she asked, too shocked by the way he spoke, indicating his connection to the place to care about his comment. "Weren't your parents preparing you to be a lawyer or a politician?"

"Indeed they were, and they're not happy about my choice of profession but, what can I say? Being an agent, fighting the crime and bringing justice sounded more appealing and I am actually happy with it. Anyway, here is your tea and I'm going back inside."

She shook her head, amused by what she just found out. Myles Leland the third, a special agent in the FBI? This was definitely something she would have never guessed!