> They were almost to the island and the thought of Derek actually moving
her
> bed so that she could fall into the right one made her laugh. Throwing
over
> arms and now this. The gaze he turned on him was humorous and teasing. A
> snicker escaped and she covered her mouth when he looked out to see how
> close they were to the opposite dock and Sam waved at him and he had to
wave
> back. She pressed her lips together and when he looked back at her she
gave
> him a little wave too and shifted in her seat to better face him "Poor
> Derek. It's the accent you know. Gets 'em every time."
>
>
> Marrisa choked on her own laughter and blushed "I never called her a pushy
> broad, just strong. And if a guy can't handle it then they're no fun to
be
> with, are they?"
>
> She looked back at the two in the backseat smiled sympathetically. They
had
> to hate what was happening but even she had to admit that they were
getting
> off lightly. Thing of it was, it was her fault they had gone digging.
She
> was the reason they went digging in the first place.
>
Derek:
Derek raised an eyebrow at Julia when he heard the soft snickering. "I
suppose," he responded about the accent, "that I can blame that on my
mother. Had my father had his way, I would would sound like everyone else
in Northern California." He smiled, his childhood had not been what he
would have liked, but he enjoyed spending the school year in the the
Netherlands. Holidays were usually spent in San Francisco though. "It
could be worse I suppose, I could have Philip's accent." It seemed to be a
definite woman magnet, at least on this continent.
Sam:
Samantha looked at Resse thoughtfully, "No their not and who said I was
calling HER a pushy broad, perhaps I was talking about myself." Though she
was getting a very strong opinion of Julia Walker all right. Under other
circumstances though, she might actually like the woman.
Derek and Sam
