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This is the best thing to happen to her. In a long time. Martha agrees. She mentions baking him a cake for the third time. “You know, because he's such a good tenant.”
She would roll her eyes if it didn't force her to look away from the yard. “Sure, best I ever had!” Of course a police officer with ungodly working hours and a terrible noisy car that wakes her every time he gets home from a night shift is the best tenant. Not comparable to that nice girl who always paid on time and barely even stayed at the house.
“I don't remember any of the other ones doing garden work. Sexy garden work with their handsome boyfriend.”
“Do you hear what you're saying?” She agrees but at least one of them should show some restrain. “Your grandchildren are older than... Good, god! He's taking off his shirt.”
“What was that, Julia?” She's giggling like the first time Jack looked at her in fifth grade.
“Shut up! I know, I'm weak.”
Who wouldn't be? He's gorgeous. They both are. Jordan really deserves some brownies for bringing Derek Hale over. Officially. Unless she's been hallucinating Derek was coming over for the last month to sneak in through the window.
It's cute. Technically adults, they still behave like teenagers. Like right now. Instead of working Jordan is staring at Derek. It's an impressive backside, but come on. First Jordan offers to help her and then he brings his boyfriend over to do all the work. It doesn't seem fair.
“I was never more proud of you!” Without even looking away Martha hands her another coffee. “Great idea to ask them.”
“I didn't have to ask. He offered.”
“Sure he did.”
Jordan did offer his help. After she spent ten minutes on a windy day raking leaves into a pile. It's not like she knew that he would come home at that time. Sure, he was on desk duty for that week and therefore had predictable work hours, but you can never know with cops. There could have been a new murder spree.
“Let invite them in for some coffee or soda.”
How did she manage to stay her friend for so long? “You know that they are not just here for you to stare at.”
“I don't see you looking away. We can even set it up in the kitchen. So they won't even know that we were goggling them.” Oh, that's why.
“Fine!” Martha won't shut up otherwise. She gets up to put on more coffee. “But then they better finish some of the stuff.”
“Oh, Jules! Come back, they're kissing.”