"I swear to God, Jason! I can't stand her! I don't want her living here after we're married!" Ashley shouted. "I don't understand why you're even friends with her!"
It was such a shame Jason let the crazy itchbay name the girls. She could've thought of much better names than Lacie & Macy!
He sat upright and cocked his head. He could already hear Liz's soothing voice. It wasn't right that Liz was losing sleep to help him deal with the mess he'd made. He stumbled towards the stairs.
Liz glanced over her shoulder at him, her gaze getting stuck on his rear. "Hey," she whispered belatedly. "Um, I was hoping they wouldn't wake you."
"Night," Jason whispered as she walked away.
Liz glanced over her shoulder. "Quit looking at my butt!" she admonished him.
Jason shook his head. "Not a chance," he teased with a smile on his face.
Liz raised an eyebrow in speculation. "Am I going to have to call your Mom and tell her you're moping?" she asked in mock-sternness.
"Oh plumbbob! Don't call my Mom!" Jason said, slightly horrified. He never should have given his Mom Liz's cell phone number. Mom kept calling Liz to get updates on how he was doing.
Slapping his hands on his knees, he stood up. "Well, I should probably get ready to go," he told her.
"Come on.... come on..." she said nervously as Jason pulled his arm back to throw the ball to Mickey. She held her breath as the ball sailed smoothly across the field.
"YES!" she cried with excitement when Mickey snagged the ball from the air and high-tailed it to the end zone.
She gasped with surprised delight.
"Come in!" Liz flushed, stepping back and inviting him in.
Moudy laughed, shaking his head. "Now that sounds like Jason!"
"The truth is, I was kind of hoping you might give us another shot..."
Liz broke the silence, grinning at Jason, "Look who came to visit!" she announced, gesturing towards their college friend.
Moudy grinned. "You should have seen the chicks in bikinis!"
Liz rolled her eyes. "I'm still here, you know?"
"What you want has already been established. In time, you will be led into it or it will come to you."
She'd let Mahmoud go once because she was uselessly lusting after Jason, but here he was again.
"Sounds good!" she heard Jason saying behind her. Glancing back, she met Moudy's gaze as he watched her head upstairs.
Moudy stood up, a little unsteadily, quickly glancing towards Jason to make sure he was sound asleep.
Moudy slid his arms around her. "Yeah?"
Liz sighed dreamily. "We should probably talk first," she told him.
Moudy nodded. "Okay. We'll talk first." He paused, rubbing his hand up and down her back, scooting closer. "What do you wanna talk about?"