Resolving to stop these thoughts/feelings and most definately the
dreams about Philip, she stood.  Hoping Philip hadn't been able to
'read' her as well as he normally did, she turned back to him with her
hand on the fridge door.  "Juice?" she asked, fighting to keep her
voice level.

"I'm tempted te ask fer scotch." he admitted wryly before mock teasing her
"And don't go thinkin' o' askin' me to give up the playin' field.  I cannae
do withou' m' soccer for too long."

He laid his head back against the chair and looked around "Did Amber go to
bed?"


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