It's Monday. One more day until Tuesday. One more day till I see Cody. I couldn't wait. I am counting the hours down.

I knocked on the study door to collect Oliver's dirty plate from lunch.

He didn't even look at me. He just kept staring at his laptop screen.

I went to pick the plate up but I decided to bold.

I sat down on the chair, facing Mr Black.

I watched as his eyes went from the laptop to me. "Yes?"

"Sorry to step out of line, but what time is Cody coming back?"

"When I go get him." He replied in a dark manner.

I winced at his tone.

"How's your knee?"

It still hurt a bit, but I'll manage. I can walk, that's all that matters. "It's fine." It was a little lie.

Oliver went back to his screen, his frown deepened. "Is there anything else?"

I noticed he was refraining from saying my name all together.

"About last night," I started slowly.

"I thought we already discussed whose fault it was. Apparently it was mine, remember?" I saw the little pout on his lips.

Why won't he look up at me?

"Actually, after that. Oh and before." I sighed. "I want to thank you."

"Very well."

Grr. He was infuriatingly.

"Is that all?"

"No." I stated. "I want to know what I've done wrong."

"You haven't done anything wrong."

That didn't feel reassuring. "Please tell me something that doesn't involve you saying that I haven't done anything wrong."

"Very well. You can go back to work." Oliver gritted through his teeth.

Fine! I stood up and left the study, forgetting the dirty plate. Stuff it. I'll get it later.

I huffed off in to the kitchen to change the laundry over.

How come it's so difficult to have a simple conversation with him? I've never had a drama with any of my previous bosses before with professional and friendly relationships.

I've never had any dramas with answering questions, asking them questions or even starting conversations. But Oliver, Oliver was a different kind of boss, a whole new breed of boss for my experience.

He was hard to talk to when he was in a horrible mood. He was closed and moody. But when he was in a happy mood, he was a complete different person. He was open and carefree. He didn't have a black aura that made one feel uncomfortable. Especially when Cody is around.

I shook my head at the thoughts as I continued working. Why do I care? I shouldn't. I have personally invested myself too much in to this job.

I turned the kettle on, looking at the time. Nearly 2pm. My coffee addict boss will want a coffee soon.

I dug around the fridge and freeze, finding something to inspire dinner. But what? I groaned as I leaned my head against the pantry door. I could take some mince out, defrost it in the microwave. But what should I make with it?

"You look comfortable."

I straightened up at Mr Blacks voice. "I'm trying to find something for dinner."

"How about we go out?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Out?" Why did that sound so, foreign? Why is he being nice. He was a complete ass earlier.

"Yes, out. You, me, dinner."

I sighed.

I didn't feel like cooking anyway. "Fine, but no where too fancy."

"Great. We'll leave in an hour."

"Wait? An hour?" It just clocked 2pm.

"Yes. It's a bit of a drive just to get to town alone, so an hour."

I closed the pantry door. Fine. I can do everything in an hour.

I quickly showered and got dressed. The days maybe warming up, but the nights were still cold. I pulled on some black skinny jeans and a white plunging neckline shirt.

I quickly slipped on my ankle boots and brushed my hair. I quickly applied some very light make up as I looked in the mirror and smacked my lips together.

I frowned at myself. What am I doing? I shook my head and slipped on a jacket as I picked up my handbag and walked out of the room. I met Oliver at the top of the stairs as he walked out of his room. I quickly looked him up and down as we went downstairs.

He looked more relax as I admired his dark blue jeans. They really suited him. I inwardly groaned. I'm doing it again. Urgh!

Oliver opened the front door for me as I nodded and walked out. I brushed past his leather jacket as I slowly went down the front porch steps towards his car.

I waited for Oliver to unlock the car and jumped in, curious to know where we were going.

It was an awkward silence in the car with him. Last time we had Cody and he talked our ears off, and even when Cody slept, the tension wasn't as thick then as it is now.

After a few long excruciating minutes I finally asked what had been nagging at me. "Where are we going?"

"Since I thought it was our last night kid free, we should enjoy dinner."

I processed what Oliver said. Our last night kid free? What did he mean by that? Was there some kind of subtext in that?

"But where are we going?" I asked again.

"A steak house." Oliver answered plainly as we drove.

I was a tad impressed. I've never been to a steak house. I've been to fancy restaurants and normal restaurants and fast food joints, but never an actual steakhouse.

Once we arrived, Oliver and I sat at a table for two and ordered our dinner.

"The real reason why I brought you here is because of our conversation earlier." Oliver told me as I sipped on a lemonade. "About why I have been calling you formally, some days."

I tilted me head to the side. "So now you want to talk?" I teased him.

"Well, I had to think about what you said and it wasn't an on the spot type of answer."

"So tell me then." I dared him, placing my drink down and accepting the complimentary hors d'oeuvres. "Tell me why you call me Monty some days and Miss Kelly on other days."

Oliver looked like he didn't want to answer me. I couldn't understand why, he was the one that had brought the conversation up.

"Well, it's easier, to call you, Monty, when, uh,"

I could see that topic was a troublesome one for him. "When Cody's around." I finished for him as I bit into fancy slice of garlic toast.

"Well, yeah!"

"I noticed that." I bragged.

A waiter came and served us our dinner and I went straight for my steak.

"Seriously, Oliver, it's not that hard to say." I told him between mouthfuls. "Like I said, Miss Kelly makes me sound like a preschool teacher. Don't comment on that." I groaned out the last sentence.

Oliver threw me a look that had me second guessing what I said.

He went to speak again when suddenly my attention was drawn elsewhere.

"Monty?" I heard the familiar voice and my eyes widened as I stiffened. It couldn't be? Out of all the places in this city, he was here.

I looked up at the person calling me. Oh no.

"Percy."