Amelia glanced up and smiled at Nity, drew her knees up to her chest and turned to sit sideways on the bench in the cool water. "I like my wine so sweet you see butterflies and puppies when you drink it," she told him and raised her glass. She was about to take a sip when she heard the unmistakable sound of a Harley from the front of the house. She watched the glass door to the living room and waited for the guest to find them outside, and a pang of relief made her close her eyes for a moment when she heard the familiar voice call her name.<br/><br/>Scott appeared, his usual sexy self, and immediately came to her with concern she knew was genuine. She leaned her forehead to his arm as he knelt on the bank above her and sighed heavily. "I'll be fine," she said softly after a few moments and looked up at him. "I've gone through this before in a way, I'll get through it this time as well." She put the glass on the bank, reached up to grab her friend's shoulder and used him to pull herself up. When she was done, she was sitting next to him on the bank and dangling her feet in the water. "I just wish I hadn't let myself feel so much. I should've known better."<br/><br/>Amelia adjusted the top of her white bikini and watched the water ripple at her feet, but then looked at Scott and tilted her head. She knew she had a very good friend in him, and that she would never have to worry about him hiding anything or putting on a show. He was as honest about himself as she was, and his deep voiced drawl was just what she needed at the moment. "Thank you for coming over," she said and nudged a wet shoulder into him.