18 - Shawn

Has she been thinking of me just as much as I've been thinking of her?

I sip my Scotch. "Can't sleep, huh?"

"Yes," Felicity answers. "Must be the jet lag."

"Must be."

"I thought I'd be tired enough to be able to sleep, but I guess I'm not. I thought the wine would help, too, but maybe I need something stronger."

I glance at the liquid in my glass and then at her. "Want some Scotch?"

Her eyebrows arch. Then she waves her hand in front of her. "No, thanks. I..."

"I've got plenty," I tell her.

She shakes her head. "I... I don't drink Scotch."

And yet, she's looking at my glass.

I lift it to my lips. "You just said you needed something stronger. This might do the trick."

Still, Felicity hesitates. Her eyebrows furrow as she taps her fingers on her arm.

One more push.

"You know, if you don't get your beauty sleep it will be a problem for me, too. I need you to be at your best tomorrow."

That does it. She lets out a sigh and gives in.

"Fine. I'll give it a try."

I nod. "Come on over and I'l