Welcome to PART 2 of the "Slow Dance" chapter. If you haven't read PART 1, which was posted just minutes before this one, please go back and read it.

The ride to Tommy's place was done in silence, an almost uncomfortable one. Andy's eyes kept sliding in Sam's direction, but his gaze remained glued to the road the entire time, leaving her wondering if she'd said or done something wrong. Even when they stopped to pick up some food, the only time he spoke was to help her narrow down choices and determine what she wanted. Aside from that, he seemed more distant, and that left her confused. And when Tommy opened the door to let them in and Sam held back, she knew something was definitely wrong.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Sam said, gesturing for her to go in. He could feel Tommy's eyes on him, but he merely shook his head and turned back toward his truck, leaning up against it and letting out a loud breath once they were inside. "She's going to be the death of me," he muttered, rubbing his face. He'd already questioned his ability to restrain himself on numerous occasions, but each time, he found his resolve weakening. His strength was waning. He didn't want to hold back anymore. Consequences be damned, he wanted to kiss her, hold her, call her his. And yet, she wasn't. So long as that damn ring remained on her finger and she was under Luke's roof, she could never be his. And that was a decision that she had to make… on her own. Kissing her wouldn't change things. But hell, she was making it difficult not to try. Kiss her senseless. Show her how he felt. Make her understand that Luke wasn't the right guy. He turned and slammed his hand down on the hood of his truck before grimacing, a curse escaping him. Now he was taking it out on his baby, his truck, and all because he was tied up in knots over a woman. But, she wasn't just any woman. It was Andy McNally, and as cheesy as it sounded, he felt like he had an Andy McNally shaped hole in his heart, a hole that could only be filled by her. And, day by day, it was slowly being filled, but unless he could hold her in his arms and kiss her without either of them feeling guilty, then a piece of his heart would always be missing. It was hard to admit, but he knew it was true. As the thoughts whirled around in his head, he let out a dry laugh. Since when had he become a sap? Since… her. It always came back to her. The day he met her, was tackled by her, confronted by her. That's when it started.

"Everything okay?" Tommy asked a little hesitantly as Andy placed the food on the coffee table and sat down on the couch.

She stared at her dad for a long moment before shaking her head. Still, she said nothing.

There was a long stretch of silence as Tommy stared at his daughter, wanting to reach forward and hug her, and ask her what was wrong, but knowing that it was too early for her to really feel comfortable with that. "I'm always here for you kiddo."

Andy gave him a small smile, but it quickly faded. "It's just…" She hesitated, not really knowing how much they'd talked in the past. But, at that moment, she needed to talk to someone, and he was willing to listen. "It's been about a month."

Tommy nodded slowly, unsure of what his daughter was getting at.

"And umm, I'm not so sure I'm any closer to making sense of anything," Andy said, biting down on her lower lip.

"Like what?" Tommy asked a little hesitantly.

She shook her head. "I just feel like everything's conflicting. As if, there's something big that I'm missing, something that would answer a lot of questions… make things easier." She let out a sigh. "Everything in that house tells a story, but I'm not so sure it makes sense. I mean, I seemed happy. And I was engaged. Had a good job. Sounds kind of perfect, right?"

Tommy remained silent, carefully studying his daughter's face.

"But now…" She rubbed her face. "I don't know what to think. I don't know what to do. I feel like a stranger in a home that's supposed to be mine. Like I'm looking at someone else's life. Living with someone else's fiancé. And, Luke's great, you know? When he's around. He can be really sweet. I just… it's hard." Tears started to form in her eyes. "He's trying, and I can tell he's waiting, hoping I'll remember him, but I don't. There's nothing there. Nothing. And without that history, without really knowing how we got there, I don't really know what's keeping me there either." She let out a small, dry laugh. "Well, I do. I mean, I don't want to screw up... I know he loves me, and if I was going to marry him, I had to have too... If I'd chosen that path, something brought me down it, and if I made that decision once, then I must owe it to him to wait and see again, right?" The tears started to spill down her cheeks.

"You're not obligated to do anything, sweetie," Tommy said quietly.

"I'm scared," she admitted, her voice quiet. "Scared of doing the wrong thing. But, I'm also terrified of doing nothing... what it could mean if I don't do something... anything."

Tommy reached out and took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. "Nobody's rushing you. There's no pressure to decide anything right now, okay? Just take your time and consider your options. You'll figure it out."

"How do you know?"

Tommy smiled softly at her. "Because deep down, I think you already know the answer."

Andy's eyes slowly made their way up to her dad's face. She rolled her lips together before finally speaking. "He's out there because of me." Again, her voice was quiet.

"Sam?"

She nodded. "Everything was fine… it was good. And then…" Her mind went back and her heart rate went up again. A small blush crept into her cheeks at the thought of what could have occurred, what she thought had been about to happen. "He became distant. It's like someone flipped a switch. Just changed everything. And I don't know what I did wrong or how to fix it. I don't…" She wiped away some of the tears. "I don't want to lose him."

Tommy squeezed her hand again. "Sweetie, Sam Swarek isn't going anywhere; he cares about you too much." When Andy hesitantly wrapped her arms around him, his heart warmed and he slowly hugged her back, running a hand through her hair. "It's okay," he said quietly. "It's going to be okay." Hearing the door open, he said quietly, "Why don't you go splash some cold water on your face? It might help."

She nodded into his chest before quickly rising and heading down the hallway to the bathroom.

The second Sam was in the room, Tommy gestured to the couch. "Sit." His voice was firm, but not angry.

Sam stiffened, but obeyed. He could feel the tension in the air, and wondered what the hell Andy could have possibly told her dad in such a short amount of time.

"You tried to kiss her, didn't you?"

"What?" Sam said, his eyes darting up to the man's face. Had Andy told him that? Or was it that obvious based on how they were acting?

"Did you, or didn't you?"

Sam hesitated. "It doesn't matter."

Tommy's eyes narrowed. "It matters to her and it affects her, so it matters to me. And I know it sure as hell matters to you."

After running a hand over his face for the umpteenth time that day, Sam finally said, "I tried not to… and I didn't." Of course, that didn't mean he didn't want to and hadn't been about to. But, the end result was the same. It didn't happen.

"She's confused, and at first I thought it was a good thing, that she was realizing what she hadn't before... Realizing what she couldn't process in the past because of all of these rules and things that she thought were important. But now I'm not so sure. I think she knows... Deep down, I think she knows what she needs to do, but now I'm starting to think that the more confused she becomes, the more she's going to overthink, and the more she overthinks…" Tommy trailed off. The more his daughter overthought things, the guiltier she seemed to feel, and the more guilt-ridden she felt, the more she seemed to hold onto Luke and that sense of obligation.

Sam's eyes flicked up as Andy re-entered the room, and they all fell into an awkward silence as they ate their sandwiches.

The tension only lifted a little when they started going through the box of things that Tommy had found. They were a couple of hours in, when a smile formed on Tommy's face. He got to his feet and popped a CD into the DVD player and set the music to play, skipping over several songs until a familiar tune filled the quiet room. When he turned back, his eyes flicked to his daughter's face, but she seemed to be waiting for something. His smile faltered. She didn't recognize it, at all. Forcing another small smile, he held his hand out to her.

Andy glanced at Sam, then up at her dad, her brows furrowing as she tentatively reached out and took his hand.

"This was your favourite song growing up," Tommy said quietly as he took his daughter's hand in his, and placed his other hand on her side. He slowly moved them to the music, to Someday My Prince Will Come. "You used to dress up like a princess, pretending you were Snow White or Cinderella. And if we weren't watching the Disney movies, then we were listening to the soundtracks, and no matter what, you always found this song. Listened to it, and the others, on repeat." He smiled softly at her and chuckled. "You were determined to find your prince and dance to this at your wedding. But, I wasn't about to let you get married at six, so I had to stand in as your temporary prince."

She blushed again. "You sound like a great dad," she said quietly. "I just wish I could remember it… remember you." She closed her eyes in an attempt to hold back another wave of tears, completely oblivious to the strange look that had suddenly crossed Sam's face as he listened and watched.

As the song started to near the end, Tommy broke away from Andy and said, "Swarek, take my place."

Sam's head snapped up and he stared blankly at the former detective, his jaw a little slack. Surely the man was joking, right? But he wasn't. The look on Tommy's face was telling him to hurry. Still, he looked over at Andy who suddenly seemed nervous and more than a little uncertain.

"Swarek," Tommy said again, his tone a little sharper. "A little help perhaps, so that this guy can rest his old bones?"

"It's… it's okay," Andy said quietly, shaking her head. If Sam didn't want to, he didn't have to, and with the tension surrounding them, she didn't want anyone to make a big deal out of it.

The sudden disappointment on Andy's face had Sam immediately on his feet, but as he stepped up to her, his nerves skyrocketed and he found himself staring at her like an idiot.

Withholding a chuckle, Tommy gave Sam a small shove forward, then stepped back to give them some space.

Andy nervously bit down on her lower lip and swallowed hard before copying what she'd done with her dad.

Feeling her put his hand on her side, he snapped out of it and held her a little tighter.

Tommy hesitated for a moment, watching with fascination at the way the two were drawn to one another, then smiled to himself and retreated down the hallway to give them some privacy.

Hearing her dad leave, Andy hesitantly looked up at Sam. "Are you mad at me?"

An odd expression crossed his face, but within seconds, it was gone and he was shaking his head.

"Did I do something wrong?" Andy pressed.

He could feel her trembling slightly. "No," he said quietly, drawing her a little closer.

"But you aren't okay…"

Keeping his eyes trained on the far wall, he said, "I'm fine, McNally."

"Me too."

His eyes flicked down to her. She looked everything but fine. But, as he opened his mouth to comment, he caught a glimpse of himself in the glass doors on the cabinet and realized that he looked the same way. So, he kept his mouth shut.

"Traci has tomorrow off," she said, her voice barely audible despite how close they were to one another.

Sam nodded, waiting for what was to follow.

"And umm, it's going to be a long week… long few weeks," she began. "You could probably use a day off, some time to yourself…"

"You want to see her?"

Andy hesitated, then nodded. Everything with Sam seemed even more confusing now than before, and she figured a day with a female friend could probably help her, and a day apart might help Sam with what was on his mind too.

"Okay."

She looked up at him again before quickly looking back down. "I mean, if you don't want to help me anymore, I'll understand."

His movements faltered. "Why wouldn't I help you anymore?"

"I umm… Well…" She was getting flustered. After what had happened – or almost happened – and his reaction, she wasn't so sure.

He released her hand and side, and instead cupped her face, forcing her to look up at him. "Do you still want my help?"

She nodded.

"Then I'm not going anywhere." Despite everything – the confusion and frustration – he gave her a small smile.

Once again, she felt a wave of emotion crash over her. As her eyes got a little misty, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight, her body relaxing a little when she felt his arms wrap around her waist. Then, ever so slowly, they started moving to the music again, limbs entwined, and bodies pressed up against one another. And even when the song ended and there was a pause until the next one, they continued to move, hips gently swaying and feet shifting slightly in time to their own steady heartbeats. Their eyes met and as they made their way around the room in small circles, soft smiles started to form on both faces, and they soon found themselves completely lost in the moment… in each other.

Her head gradually lowered until it came to rest on his shoulder, her forehead resting lightly against his neck.

His hands unconsciously found the small bit of exposed skin on her back from where her shirt was raised up, and he began to slowly rub the pad of his thumb up and down.

Two songs… Three… Four… As the fifth ended and the room fell into a comfortable silence, neither one let go or stopped moving. The only difference was that Andy's grip tightened so that she was holding him almost impossibly close, and Sam's thumb had stilled, but his hand had taken up residence just below her shirt so that his palm was flat against her skin. And his head had fallen a little, resting against the top of hers. Desperation clung to them, encompassing every fibre of their being, keeping them close, almost afraid to break the spell... Neither one really knowing what this was, but neither one wanting to end it.

Hearing someone clear their throat, they both turned to find Tommy standing there looking a little uncomfortable. "I umm, I have to head out to a doctor's appointment. But uh, there's a spare key on the table if you want to lock up later."

Both Sam and Andy glanced at the clock, then at one another, both previously oblivious to how much time had elapsed. "Uh," Andy began. "We should probably go now… Lots of studying."

Sam nodded in agreement, gesturing for Andy to go ahead while he hung back and spoke to Tommy for a few minutes.

They hadn't really discussed what was going to happen, if they were actually going to study more, or where that would even be. But, despite his confusion and hers, he still wasn't ready to part with her, especially after what had just happened. So, he took her back to his place. Even if his head wasn't screwed on straight right now, he wanted a chance to see how she reacted. If she reacted.

Andy looked over at Sam, waiting a long moment to see if he was going to get out of the truck, but his gaze was trained straight ahead and he was motionless. "I uh, I don't have my books," she said, feeling a little unsure of his reason for coming here. Not that she was going to complain. She liked his house. But the dance had her feeling emotionally overwhelmed and she wasn't quite sure how to deal with everything yet. For so long she'd questioned whether she'd read too much into things, if she'd imagined them. But that moment had felt so real. And if it wasn't... She withheld a sigh. If it wasn't, she felt like a part of her would be crushed.

"I have them too," he replied, his voice quiet. "They haven't changed much since I was at the academy."

She swallowed hard and nodded, watching as he finally opened the door and slid out. Taking a deep breath, she followed, frowning when she finally realized he was carrying something. "What's that?"

Sam glanced over his shoulder as he unlocked the door. "For later." As he opened the door, he handed her the movies.

A small smile formed on her face as she read the titles: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves and Cinderella. "Are you going to watch them with me?"

"Couldn't let you watch them alone, could I?"

Her smile widened as she stepped inside, quickly sliding off her shoes and following him down the hallway and into his kitchen. That's where they stayed for the next few hours, sitting on the bar stools at the counter, going over the material for the written test. Feeling the onset of hunger again, Andy leaned back and stretched. "I should go," she said, slowly getting up.

Before he could stop himself, he reached forward and grabbed her arm. "Stay." His voice was soft but again, that feeling of desperation was back and he wasn't so sure he'd kept it out of his voice. "For dinner," he added. "And a movie."

Her eyes slowly trailed up to meet his and she found herself nodding without really thinking.

His eyes widened a fraction, both at his own daring and at her easy acceptance, but he quickly smiled and gestured for her to sit again. "You read; I'll make food." And that's how the next hour passed, ending with them sitting on the couch watching the original, animated version of Cinderella.

Andy looked over at Sam, a small smile on her face as he unconsciously reached out and grabbed her feet, drawing them onto his lap, just like the other night. Her lips twitched again as her mind went back to what happened after the diner... To the moment they got back to his place, to when they finished studying.

She stifled a yawn, stretching both her arms and legs in an attempt to rid herself of some of the stiffness that had developed over the last few hours. "I can't believe we got through that much," she said, smiling appreciatively at Sam.

He returned the smile, glancing down at his lap where her feet now rested.

Her eyes widened. "Sorry," she said, trying to yank her feet back, but he reached out and grabbed them, depositing them back in his lap.

He automatically and unconsciously started to massage them, his lips twitching upward as her eyes closed and she leaned back against the cushion.

A spell of silence followed, until Andy's eyes fluttered open again. "Do you have cards?"

Sam nodded. "Why?"

"When I went in for one of my routine checkups, I heard a kid talking about a card game."

He quirked an eyebrow. "You want to play a kids' card game?"

She bit down on her lower lip and shrugged. "He sounded excited about it."

Sam stared at her for a long moment before lifting up her legs and retrieving a deck of cards. Once sitting again, he pulled her feet back onto his lap. "What game?"

"Go Fish."

"What?" he choked out.

Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Uh, Go Fish," she said a little more hesitantly.

"No," Sam said, shaking his head. "Not that."

She poked him in the side. "Why not? He said it's like the best game ever."

"Was it a five year old?" Sam shot back.

"No," Andy said, sticking her tongue out at him as she snatched the deck of cards from his hands. "He was… maybe seven…"

He quirked an eyebrow.

"Okay, maybe six." She stuck her tongue out again.

Sam reached forward in an attempt to pinch her tongue between his fingers, but she snapped it back in her mouth and glared at him.

"Fine, I'll get someone else to play… Traci… or Luke."

His eyes narrowed. "Give me those," Sam said, holding out his right hand.

"You said you didn't want to play," Andy reminded him.

"Not a word to anyone."

She laughed as she handed the cards back. "You make it sound like the worst thing in the world."

"Not the worst thing, McNally," Sam said, his tone causing her to stare at him questioningly. "Come here," he said, tugging her closer.

Andy wrapped an arm around Sam's, and snuggled closer as he explained the rules.

"McNally?" Sam said, but when that didn't work, he tickled the bottom of her foot.

She yanked it back, blinking hard as her eyes settled back on him. "What was that for?"

"I know I'm fascinating, but you're missing the movie," he teased.

"I wasn't…" Andy began, her cheeks turning bright red. As much as she wanted to deny it, she had been staring at him, even if she was lost in thoughts of the other night. And she hadn't even gotten to the part where she left, or the smile he had on his face, and the look in his eyes when they parted – a look that had her heart doing a flip. She turned her attention back to the TV and found herself engrossed in the film once more.

Towards the end of the movie, however, when the Prince and Cinderella were dancing, she glanced over at Sam again, eyes moist with unshed tears. It wasn't even sad. A little sappy, but given her current emotional state, she found herself overwhelmed again. The dance. The intense looks. Cinderella's song: So This is Love, and her own favourite Someday My Prince Will Come. She snuck another glance in Sam's direction, biting down on her lower lip as she wondered what he was thinking about, or if he was completely zoned out. But, as that thought crossed her mind, his head turned and their eyes met. She sucked in a large breath, feeling like his eyes were looking deep into her soul, as if in that moment, he knew exactly what was going on in her head. Again, colour crept into her cheeks. In a bid to regain her composure, she turned her head back to the TV, but couldn't get comfortable. She couldn't stop thinking about the way they'd danced at her dad's place, and the way he'd looked at her… the way she'd looked at him. Just like Cinderella and the Prince. Except, this was real life and this was far more complicated. Life wasn't a fairytale, and as magical as Sam seemed to make some moments feel, she had to wonder what her story was and whom it was with… The man she agreed to marry, or the man she was sitting beside now?

Long after she felt him avert his gaze, she turned back to him, hesitating. Then, just as a smile started to break free on her face, she threw a piece of popcorn in his direction, snapping her eyes back to the TV.

Sam's gaze shot downward and a frown creased his forehead before he gave a small shrug, picked up the piece of popcorn and popped it in his mouth, assuming he'd been the one to drop it. But, when something hit his arm and he looked down to find a second piece, his eyes shot in Andy's direction. The expression on her face was full of innocence, and when her head slowly turned in his direction, the smile she threw his way gave nothing away. And, he hadn't seen her reach for any popcorn in awhile. Yet, it kept appearing. With his tongue going to the inside of his cheek, he turned back to the TV, sitting perfectly still and waiting for a third piece to come flying his way. Sure enough, she raised her hand. Seeing the movement out of the corner of his eye, he smirked and, just before her hand could release the piece, he turned and tackled her, pinning her down on the couch and eliciting a small cry from her before she broke out into a fit of giggles.

When the laughter finally subsided, Andy feigned innocence, but the look on his face had her caving, slowly shifting her hand and putting the third piece of popcorn to his lips until they parted, allowing her to push it into his mouth.

He smirked as he chewed and swallowed, staring down at her the entire time. His heart was beating heavily in his chest, but he quickly realized that he could feel hers too. In fact, with the way their bodies were pressed up against one another, he could feel a lot of her. And just like that, his control was gone. One hand slid to her face and gently brushed away the strays before settling on her cheek. And then it was sliding behind her neck, being careful of her injury, but making his intent clear.

Andy's breath hitched and her left hand unconsciously moved up his chest and behind his neck.

Their eyes were locked. Their breathing was faster and heavier. And the air around them was thick with anticipation, tension, and desire.

And then music sliced through the silence, the bubble that had temporarily surrounded them. "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes" sounded through Andy's phone. Her expression immediately clouded over, while Sam's face became unreadable as he saw the name on her phone. Luke Callaghan. "That's where the song is from," Andy whispered, her voice shaking. "The movie." When Sam moved back, she reached out for him, but he was already too far away.

"You should get that," Sam said, gesturing to her phone before moving into the kitchen, running a hand over his face as he let out a loud breath. He couldn't see her anymore, but he could hear the ringtone still going and he wished she'd either answer the call or silence it.

Andy stared down at the name. If her dad was right about the film being one of her favourites as a child, then she would have known the song, and would have consciously chosen it for Luke. But what did that mean? Had Luke been her prince? She dropped her head into her hands and groaned. And what the hell was she thinking? Almost kissing Sam when she'd told her dad just hours before that maybe she owed it to Luke to wait and see if things would change, if they would go back to the way they had been... "I'm losing it," she muttered. When her phone went off a second time, she picked it up. "Hello?" There was a spell of silence. "I'm studying…" Pause. "Uh, no, I'm not at home… I'm umm, I'm getting some help." Pause. "Whom am I studying with?"

Sam's eyes shot in the direction of the living room and even though he couldn't see her, he could hear her hesitation. And at this point, he half-expected her to lie. So when he heard her say his name after a rather long pause, his eyes widened.

"Because you're too busy," Andy said, though she knew that wasn't the only reason she'd asked Sam to help her instead of Luke.

Sam leaned up against the counter again, his eyes narrowing. So what, was he the second choice again? A dry laugh almost escaped him. Of course he was. Who was he kidding? He'd always been second choice.

"No, I'm sorry, I can't… I'm seeing Traci tomorrow," Andy said, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Well, I'm sorry, Luke. I didn't know you had the day off." Pause. "No, I can't reschedule. I just… I need to see her, okay?" An extended period of silence. "Look, I've gotta go."

She hung up the phone and drew in a long breath before forcing herself to get up and look for Sam. She didn't have far to go – she could hear a small clink in the kitchen. "Sam?" she said, her nerves kicking in when she saw the beer in his hand and the neutral expression on his face. It was the same look he had whenever something seemed to be bothering him but he didn't want to let it on.

"Is your fiancé worried about you?"

Andy's eyes shot down to the floor. This morning she'd been questioning if Sam had actually been flirting with her, but back there on the couch, she was positive that he was going to kiss her. And yet, a small bit of doubt still lingered in the back of her mind. Every time she thought they were getting closer, they seemed to be ripped apart again. It was confusing, and it made her really wonder if it was all in her head. "He's not…" She shook her head. "I don't…" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back up at him. "I don't even remember him, Sam. But yeah, he is worried."

"Then I guess I'd better get you home." His voice was flat.

She pressed her lips together. "Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea." Her voice was quiet, but he could hear it shake. "I'm sorry for taking up your time."

"McNally," Sam said as she turned and headed for the front door. "McNally, wait."

She kept going, struggling to keep the tears at bay, and hating herself for feeling so emotional. For letting everything, as of late, get to her.

He put his bottle down on the counter with a loud clink and quickly made his way after her. "Andy."

She froze, one foot still partially raised to slide in her shoe. Her head snapped back in his direction.

"It wasn't a mistake... Me helping you, it wasn't a bad idea," Sam said, putting his hands on her arms. He knew he couldn't let her leave like this, not if he wanted to hold onto whatever semblance of a chance he might still have... second choice or not, angry or not, he couldn't let her walk out his door. "It still isn't."

The tears finally spilled over. "You've done so much already, Sam, and I don't know how to repay you." She paused, trying to blink back the tears. "And the only thing I seem to be doing is confusing myself… and maybe you too."

"I want to help you, McNally," Sam argued. "So stop taking a leaf out of my book; stop pushing me away."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "What... what do you mean?"

Sam shook his head. "Just let me help."

"But I can't—"

"You pass your tests, and that's how you repay me, okay?"

"But that's not—"

"Andy," he said, this time his voice was a lot softer. His hands slid up to cup her face. "Just drop it. We're fine, got it?"

She nodded, but she really wasn't sure how they were fine. Her mind was reeling.

"Okay," he said, forcing a smile, though it still felt like he'd been kicked in the gut. "Then I'm going to drive you home, and I'll see you in a couple of days."

"You were drinking," she pointed out.

"A couple of sips."

Still, she shook her head. "This time I'm going to walk." When he opened his mouth to argue, she wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before stepping back. "I need to walk, to clear my head."

"It's getting dark," Sam argued, reaching for his keys.

"I'll text you when I'm back," Andy said, stepping toward the door.

"McNally?"

"Yeah?" she asked as she turned the knob and opened the door.

Sam hesitated, then shook his head. When she shot him a questioning look and didn't budge, he rubbed his forehead. "Why did you ask Oliver for help studying?"

"Because we weren't talking," she said automatically.

His eyebrows widened. So she would have asked him? "What about Luke?"

Her mouth fell open a bit before she snapped it shut, suddenly looking embarrassed. "Oh, umm, well…"

"Even though I offered, why didn't you ask him instead?"

She let out a shaky breath. "Because I feel safer around you… more comfortable." She swallowed hard. "And I wanted to get to know you better."

"But you remember some things about me," Sam pressed. "You don't remember him."

Andy bit down on her lower lip and nervously stepped out the front door, barreling down the front steps. "I know," she said, shooting him a nervous smile before taking off down the street.

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