Author's Note:

Sorry for the long wait for an update! I wasn't really sure where I wanted to take this story! Still not entirely sure where it is going, but I hope you enjoy this update! This chapter is short and sweet, but another one will come soon! Feel free to message me if you have ideas!

Clay stared at the message on his phone and tried to wipe away the grin that was forming on his face.

"I wish you were here with me right now."

Clay turned off his phone and stared at the floor of the bar they were in. He wished he was there with her, holding her beautiful body close to his and playing with her long blonde hair. He shook his head to get rid of the thought of his boss's oldest daughter in his arms and stood up to talk to Sonny.

"Hey there, blondie. What's got ya over there grinnin' at your phone like a teenage boy talking to his first girlfriend."

"What? Oh, I was just talking to Margot. She accidentally called me; she drank too much at the bar."

"Did ya make sure little Miss Sunshine is alright? She got home fine?"

"Yep, she was calling an Uber. I'll check on her in a little bit to make sure. She said some dickhead at the bar got a little too handsy, and she was calling me to find an out."

"Wait, who? Someone was messing with Margot?" asked Jason as he stood up from where he was sitting and walked over to the two men.

"Yeah, man, but she's okay. You know that girl can take care of herself. I'll check in on her, though," Replied Clay.

Clay pulled his phone out of his pocket, sending a quick text to Margot before grabbing another beer.

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Margot groaned as she opened her eyes the following day and frantically reached for her phone, worrying that she would be late to take the kids to school. Relieved that it was Saturday morning, she laid back down before checking her messages, surprised to see two from Clay.

"Margs…I wish I were there with you too."

"Let me know when you get home safe, okay?"

She sighed as she remembered the nights before and hesitantly dialed Clay's number to apologize for not checking in. The phone rang and rang before going to voicemail, so she opted for a text instead.

"Hey Clay, sorry to bother you again. I just wanted to let you know that I'm okay and I got home safe. Sorry about last night! I'm so embarrassed! I can't wait to see you guys in a few days."

Margot got out of bed and got in the shower. As she felt the water wash away her hangover from the night before, she thought about how she did wish Clay was with her. There was something about that man that she just couldn't shake. Nothing had ever happened between them, but he was undeniably good-looking, caring, and kind, and she would be a fool if she didn't admit she had some sort of feelings for him.

Their friendship had come naturally; it was the first time a guy on her dad's team had been more of a peer than an uncle. When she would come home from college, they would spend their every waking moment together, getting coffee, driving around, going to the beach, binging Netflix, and going to their favorite Mexican restaurant to get margaritas, something Clay had affectionately named "Margs with Margs." She could be herself around him.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Clay Spenser's name lighting up her phone as he called her back.

"Hey, Clay"

"Hey, Margs. I got your text and saw your missed call. I'm happy you're okay, and you have no reason to be embarrassed, okay? I'm always here for you; you can tell me anything."

"Do you mean that?" Margot replied as her voice cracked unexpectedly.

"Margot, I promise, anything. What's going on? Do you need to talk? You sound like you're about to cry."

"I just really miss us, Clay. I miss when we hung out all the time and talked all the time. It feels like over the last year, with everything that's happened, I have started losing you too. I don't want to lose you, Clay. I miss you." As the words left her mouth, tears began falling down her face.

"Margot, I miss us too. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you as much as I should've been. I promise when I get back, we'll talk, okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me! I'm not usually this emotional."

"Don't worry about it, Margs. I'm here for you."