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"What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Fatima," he replied, quickly scanning the sitting area. "Where's Jen?"

"She's in the bathroom," she answered, closing her book and looking at Brian. "You shouldn't be here," she said, pointing out the obvious. "We're about to pull out and she doesn't want to see you."

Brian crossed the space between them quickly, coming to perch beside her on the couch. "Fatima ... I need a big favor."

"Oh no," she said, shaking her head. "Whatever it is, the answer is no."

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask," he argued.

"If it has anything to do with Jennifer, forget it. She'd die if she knew I let you into the camper."

"Fatima," he pleaded, clasping his hands together in a prayer-like manner. "I'm begging. I have to spend some time alone with her. You're my only hope."

She sighed, knowing full well she was going to give into him and Jennifer would kill her. She had made it clear that she wanted to steer clear of him. Being close to him and not being able to touch him was killing her and Fatima had promised to help her. "B-Rok ..." She looked up at him, his big blue eyes pleading with her own. "Shit! What do you want me to do?" She couldn't believe she was going to do this!

"Can you travel in a different bus tonight?" he asked, knowing he was pushing it, but he had to have some time alone with Jennifer. He had to convince her that they belonged together, despite her reservations and the job.

"Bri!" she exclaimed, looking back towards the bathroom. "I can't do that!"

"Please!?" he pleaded as John, the driver of the RV got in the front seat.

"B-Rok, you riding with us tonight?"

Brian looked back at Fatima. "Please ..."

"Jennifer's going to kill me," she trailed off, staring at Brian.

"What's the scoop, B-Rok?" John asked, firing up the RV. "It's time to roll."

Brian looked at Fatima once more, hoping she'd do as he said. She shot him a look as she grabbed her book and her purse. "You owe me big, Brian Littrell," she said, heading for the door.

"Thanks, Fatima," he said smiling, following her to the door. "The guys in our bus said you could ride with them tonight or Mike said he had room in his bus."

Fatima turned to look at him once more. "Just one more thing," she said, smiling at him. "Good luck. I hope everything works out for you the way you want it too."

"Thanks!" he said, bestowing a kiss on her cheek. "Keep your fingers crossed." Fatima smiled at him one last time, closing the door behind her. Brian turned towards John. "I'm staying," he said.

John smiled. "You better hope Jennifer's in a good mood." He turned around in his chair and then added, "Good luck!" Brian smiled and set about the task of turning the RV into a more romantic setting for what he wanted to accomplish tonight.

Jennifer stepped out of the bathtub as the RV fired up. She knew she'd have to hurry before it rolled out. She wanted to be out of the bathroom and settled in for the long drive that was before them tonight. She left her hair loosely knotted at her neck as she went through her nightly routine of lotioning her body, moisturizing her face and preparing for bed. She stepped into her lace bikini panties and then slipped into Brian's favorite jersey that she had taken. He had been missing it for two weeks, thinking he had left it somewhere. It was the one thing she had that kept her close to him. As it slid past her head, she inhaled the scent of him that still lingered on it. She smiled and then looked into the mirror one last time before opening the door and turning off the light.

The sitting area was dark except for the lamplight that came from the kitchen table.