((Sounds like a fun idea to me *Winks to pretend hubbie*))<br/><br/><br/>Jazz woke with a gasp and jolted upright in bed.  Once again she’d had the nightmare.  Or could it be called a nightmare when it had really happened?  The events had gone by so fast.  The last few weeks felt like a whirlwind, a dream in itself.<br/><br/>This hadn’t been the first time she’d woken at the same point.  Reliving the frightening moments when all hell had broken loose.  Her husband’s demanding voice, ordering her to change.  The two men rushing through their room just as she’d finished.  (Later she’d learned it was Michael and Mikael.)  The men with guns and badges, the harsh treatment until the stories could be verified.<br/><br/>It had taken her husband, Jake, a good long time to explain all of it to her.  But in the end she forgave him.  Though she hated the secrets and precarious position they’d been put in, she also knew he’d been trying to do what was right.  It only cemented her view of him.<br/><br/>She’d also realized he was wracked with guilt over how Harriet was caught in the middle of everything but had been completely in the dark as well.  When he asked if she could come to the ranch to stay she didn’t even hesitate.  They had plenty of room and the seclusion might do her some good.<br/><br/>Once she got her breathing under control from the nightmare, Jazz got her barring.  Hearing the shower, a smile drifted to her face.  Slipping from the bed, she glided across the floor to the attached bathroom.  It was steamy and she could see the familiar figure in the large shower.  Watching for a moment she saw he’d not yet noticed her.<br/><br/>Jazz slipped down the single step into the enclosure.  Coming up behind her husband she slid an arm about his waist and kissed his damp shoulder.  Tiny droplets of water peppered her face as she whispered.  “Morning…”<br/>