| Jamie could hear Taylor rattling around through the apartment as she dried off and felt a wave of panic overtake her. She was getting way too comfortable with him being here all the time and she felt out of control. It was then that it dawned on her that he'd answered her phone while they'd slept. She pulled on a pair of cutoff shorts and a tank top and began toweling her hair dry as she made her way to the futon. She flopped down next to Taylor, who put his arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head, "Here's your coffee Jame." "Thanks...Tay?" she began tenatively as she took her cup from him and sipped. "Hmm.." he gave her shoulder a light squeeze and leaned over to set his coffee on the table. "Umm... not that I don't appreciate it...but why did you bother to answer my phone?" she asked. Jamie wanted to kick herself, him answering her phone was really no big deal, everyone who knew her, knew that he'd been spending his nights there anyway, but she couldn't stop herself. Taylor only chuckled and kissed her forehead. "If you had been conscious, I would have let you answer your own phone Jame. You didn't even budge and I figured it was probably Jade anyway. No big," he lied, smiling to cover the knot forming in his stomach. "I can let it ring next time." Taylor knew he should be telling her hat he'd answered it before that, that John Rzeznick had called again, but he could not make himself tell her. From the reaction she'd had when he called the first time, Taylor knew there was more under the surface of that conversation than Jamie was letting on. Jamie shugged and took another sip of her coffee. "Whatever. Did whoever it was say anything before they hung up?" she asked. "Nah..just hung up. Wrong number maybe?" he looked quickly away from her and reached for his coffee. Jamie got the sudden sense that Taylor was not telling her something, but pushed it away. Now she really WAS losing her marbles, Taylor had never been anything but honest with her, and that was part of what made him so frightening to her. "So...Jame? What are you burning for dinner?" Taylor teased, trying to get off the subject before he had to tell her that John had tried to reach her. "Burning?" she gasped in mock dismay, "Only thing that is gonna burn is your ass when I send you skidding down my driveway.." she teased back. "Tay?" Jamie called to him as she was destroying her father's kitchen trying to get dinner ready. "Yeah, Jame?" he asked, smiled at Jamie's father and stood up. "What's up, Jame?" he asked again as he entered the kitchen. "Not a lot," she smiled hefting the large roasting pan off the countertop, "Just open the oven for me please? I don't wanna spill this everywhere..." "Here you go.." Taylor grinned back, loving the fact that Jamie had a domestic side. He felt as if he were being let in on some big secret, priveleged to see a side of her that she did not allow most others to see. "Thanks..." she murmured catching his eye as she closed the oven door. Jamie felt the familiar panic well up, and squashed it down immediately, mentally screaming at Jimmy to shut up and leave her head alone. Always, when the panic started to take over, it was Jimmy's voice echoing in her head, begging her not to let love screw her up. 'Love is for sissies, Jame...sissies...you are no sissy you are a musician...' Jimmy's voice rang between her ears, making her want to tear her hair out, since dinner was going so well. They were in the middle of cleaning up, and Tay was using any excuse he could to touch her. He let his hand brush against hers as he handed her covered dishes to put into the fridge, and he stood so his shoulder touched hers, as they rinsed dishes and loaded them into the dish washer. Jamie found herself grinning at Taylor as she handed him dishes to dry, and started to panic again, but before it became full blown, their heads snapped up to look in the direction of the squealing tires in her driveway. "What the fuck...?" Jamie murmured and tossed her dish towel on the counter. Taylor followed her outside to find a clearly panicked Ike standing in the driveway . |