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Chapter 3

"So how long do you think we can stay here?" Nicky asked the next afternoon as they drove back to the apartments after he'd checked out of the hotel. His apartment was now ready to live in.

"I think we should stay for a while. Settle in," he answered.

Her eyes widened in shock. "What? Really?"

"Every bit of my training says to get out of here. To move on. But that training was done by the CIA. It's what they expect me to do. They're going to be looking for a moving target."

Understanding lit Nicky's eyes. "So if you stay still they just might overlook look you… and me."

Jason nodded. "They'll never imagine either of us will feel safe settling down this soon. Or that we'd choose to stay in the US itself, rather than overseas."

"Hide in plain sight," she noted, smiling. She was glad they would be able to stay a while. It was a beautiful city, she loved the warmth and the beach. And she had a good friendship with Emily. "I still can't believe you want to agreed to us going dancing at the club with Em and her boyfriend tonight."

"As David I loved music, and I went to clubs a lot when I was in the military… before Treadstone. Now my memories are back, so is my love of music, and dancing," Jason explained.

"I'm glad," she said, reaching our and putting her hand on his arm. "It's nice to start getting to know about your past."

"I'm still trying to get used to making David a part of Jason. Figuring out how the two go together," he admitted.

"I know. It'll take time, but you can do it. And I'll be here to help as much as I can. Try to be patient with yourself."

That night Nicky wasn't surprised to see that Jason was a very good dancer. Every slow song found her in Jason's arms, and she loved it. It felt so right being close to him again. And being able to be together out in public was a wonderful change from their previous time together. It was also good to see that he truly was relaxed and enjoying the music. She noticed he was keeping very aware of their surroundings, but it was habit, not any concern that there would be a problem.

For his part Jason felt more at peace than he had in a very long time. The music soothed him, as did the feel of holding Nicky as they danced. During some of the faster songs he'd just stand back and watch her graceful movements as she danced beside Emily. Seeing how well Emily danced confirmed his initial impression of her being a dancer.

As they all took a break and sipped drinks he asked her about it. "So you're a dancer?"

"Yeah. Took ballet as a kid. Then ballet, and modern dance in high school. Modern dance was my minor in college, and I spend most Friday and Saturday nights out at clubs like this dancing. I also did some ballroom dancing."

"It's actually how we met," Michael, her boyfriend, added. "I took a Ballroom Dance class she was helping teach at the University."

A short time later Jason watched as a guy hit on Nicky as she was returning from the dance floor. Part of him wanted to demolish the guy, but he knew that would only draw unwanted attention. Besides, he was sure Nicky could handle some random guy flirting with her.

A second later she pointed at him, after telling the guy something. He nodded, and headed onto the dance floor to find someone else.

"Hi," she greeted a few seconds later. Picking up the drink he'd been getting for her. After she finished it they returned to the dance floor together.

An hour later they were standing outside Nicky's door. After unlocking it, she looked up at him. "Want to come in?" She invited, even though she saw her answer in his eyes.

"Yeah," he said, leaning down to kiss her.

He walked her through the door, and kicked it shut behind him, before pressing her up against the wall. As one hand ran up her leg, under the skirt she'd worn, the other locked the door.

As the kiss deepened she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the couch. She quickly pulled his shirt off. He took his time removing hers, enjoying the creamy skin being exposed to his view, and then the red satin bra. Her hands moved his waist and undid his belt.

"Are you sure?" He asked her.

"Yes," she whispered against his lips.

Several hours later the light coming through her bedroom window woke Nicky. Though she hadn't felt it for years, she instantly recognized the warm body holding her. Jason.

Memories of last night ran through her mind. It had been amazing to be with him again. She vaguely remembered him carrying her to bed after they'd made love on the couch. Her mind froze. Made love? She'd never used that phrase before… Not with any man, even Jason. She'd always thought of it as them 'being together' or 'sleeping together', not making love. He shifted position slightly and she shivered as he kissed her bare shoulder.

"I've missed this," he said softly.

"So have I," she admitted, he voice just as soft.

"I don't just mean last night, great as that was. I mean this. Just getting to hold you. We… didn't get to do this much, did we?"

"No. You almost never stayed the night. We were too worried about being caught. But… it made it even better when you did stay," she told him.

He remembered her telling him they both slept better when they'd been able to be together. "It's different now," he reminded her.

"Yes. But we were going to take things slowly," she reminded him, still facing away from him.

"Do you regret it?"

She turned to face him. "No. No, Jason. I'll never regret being with you," she assured him. "And I guess slow means we need to make some progress, not just stay in one place."

"I'd say last night was definitely progress," Jason said, giving her the most open and emotional smile she'd ever seen on his face. She imagined it was how David had always smiled.

"Yeah. It was. Really good progress," Nicky responded, then kissed his cheek.

They stayed wrapped together, totally content, for almost half an hour. "I'll go start some coffee for us," Jason said, slowly moving away from her.

"Thanks. I'll take a shower and be out in a few minutes."

"I'll go shower at my place and come back," he told her.

Twenty minutes later they were sitting in her kitchen, drinking coffee, and eating toasted English muffins.

They talked about the people they'd seen the night before, the music they heard and everything except further discussion about what had happened when they got home, and when it might happen again.