Colt looked over at Dana in his car. He never thought she'd ever get in his car with him. And yet there she was and actually sleeping. He hoped she was just still jet-lagged and it wasn't because he was boring her to death.

Colt pulled into her parking lot and got out of the car. He opened her door, un-strapped her seatbelt and lifted her up. He kicked the door closed and started climbing the stairs.

Dana rubbed her eyes.  She shrieked, hitting him on the shoulder. "Colt, what the hell are you doing?"

He set her down on the top landing, next to her door. "You fell asleep."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked confused, searching his eyes.

"Because if I don't..." Colt said, walking behind her. He set his hands on her shoulders. "I won't..." his hands skimmed across her shoulders. "...get my jacket back," he spoke close to her ear. "And I happen to like... this suit. So..." he started to slide it off.

"Oh, sorry," she said, reaching back to take it off.

His hands came down with the jacket and the back of his fingers brushed against her bare arms as he helped her take it off. Slowly.

Sensations flew throughout her body, taking her totally off guard. Why was she getting nervous when Colt touched her? Maybe because he never touched her before? And the way he was touching her; she never expected such gentleness from Colt.

"Hey, what's this?" Colt asked, brushing her hair to the side lightly with his left hand. "A tattoo?"

The fingers of his right hand skimmed her shoulder blade. He gently pulled aside the fabric of her dress that was covering the tattoo. Colt's fingers slid beneath the fabric. She tried to breathe as his fingers caressed the spot where her butterfly tattoo rested.

"Yeah. I got it in college." Dana managed to get out as he was still running his fingers over her shoulder blade.

Dana closed her eyes at the sensations he was causing. Her heart raced and butterflies were in her stomach never mind on her shoulder blade.

"I got mine in college too," he answered softly.

Colt's hands went back up to her shoulders. Dana turned around to face him. The look in his eyes was not what she expected. God, again he looked like he wanted to kiss her. Or maybe she was imagining it because God help her she wanted to kiss him.

"The eagle," she said, softly touching his arm, where it was beneath his shirt. Dana stepped closer to him, lifted her chin ever so slightly, and bravely took a step closer. She waited for his kiss.

Colt's eyes widened and he sucked in a breath. He looked down at her hand on his arm. "I...I better go," he took a step back.

What was she doing?! This was Colt! He wasn't going to kiss her!

"Yeah," she said, stepping back away from him as well. Her body felt like curling up in disappointment and embarrassment.

"See ya, Dana," he said, nodding to her, and moved to go down the stairs.

She went to her door and unlocked it.

"Hey, Dana." He called from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad we can be friends now."

She smiled and nodded. "Me too."