Jack watched asLaine wiggled towards the house clicking on the heels carrying two bagsof groceries as Ted followed up from behind with the beer and wi...necoolers. "You got the burgers and the fresh buns baby?" Ted askedmaking small talk."Yes and the hotdogs too right?" Laine returned as they moved to thehouse paying faint notice to Jack."We'll get the grill going for lunch," Ted mentioned."I still have some housework to do first and some washing," Laine saidas he entered the kitchen with Ted. They pulled back, their hands captured in eachother's. Finally he gestured toward the small bar set up in one corner of the room. "Would you... would you like anything to drink?" he asked, his voice husky with ill-hidden desire.She nodded again. "S-sure." They walked over to the bar, and she hoisted herself up onto a stool. "Hm... looks like there's vodka, tequila, some O'Doul's, and rum." He looked up at her, a silent question moving between them that did not pertain to her preferred. The men were all down for the count and the woman stared at the two teens in stunned amazement. Helena was panting, looking up and down and realizing that Xavier was holding her against him in a tango-like embrace. Had… had he just saved her life? She thought back to the man with a gun, how when he pointed it at Xavier, she felt like a giant rock had been dropped into her stomach. Had she actually… been afraid for him? Oh God, what was happening to her?!He turned to her, having yet to let go of. “And what do I have to be afraid of?”“Good question,” he said. “Where were you yesterday, say around lunch time?”“I was at my apartment, eating lunch.”“No doubt packing to leave for your little trip.”“As a matter of fact no,” she said. “I had a couple of classes then I packed.”“Can anyone verify?”“Just ask any of my classmates or teachers.”“Around lunch time?” He didn’t give her time to answer as he rolled right into his next statement. “I wonder if I could ask Mister Braxton. Oh wait, he has.