I sat in the study and waited for Monty to return. I had said goodnight to Cody and I knew she would be here as soon as Cody was asleep.

But twenty minutes turned to forty minutes then the next thing I knew, two hours passed. I tried to keep myself busy, but Monty's words from the other night still stung. Was I always so serious and moody? No fun? I know I lost a part of me even before I was told about Conner. Like I knew deep down he was truly gone. But I've never really noticed my mood had become so...austere. No one has told me before, but no one has the guts like Monty to be so opinionated towards me, sober, tipsy or drunk.

I frowned. I knew she was intrigued about what I said. I gave up on waiting and turned the lights off in the study.

I locked the house up and went upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door. No answer. I decided to check her room to see if she is in there and before checking Cody's room.

I slowly opened the door to reveal a dark room. Then I noticed the lamp on in the closed of verandah.

I made my way there and found her. Monty was sprawled on the sofa, asleep. Her tablet on her stomach with a faint glow. I picked it up and noticed she was reading a book.

I locked it and placed it on her dresser and retuned to her. I knelt down and watched her sleep.

I could leave her here and cover her with a blanket or I could carry her to her bed. That one ran a risk of waking her. But I really felt like talking to her and teasing her.

But for me to have a chance of that tonight, I would have to wake her completely and I really didn't want to do that. She looked so peaceful.

What a conundrum. I brushed back some hair off her face and let out a breath. I gave in to the right thing and in a quick sweep, I picked Monty up. I was only a couple steps away from her bed when I stilled as she snuggled her head in to me.

I felt her hand come up and feel my chest and face. "What are you doing?" She yawned.

"Putting you to bed. You fell asleep on the sofa." I stepped to her bed and placed her down.

Monty rubbed her face as she sat up.

Great, now I woke her. "Lay back down and go back to sleep."

Monty shook her head at me. "I need to have a shower." Came her groggy voice as she rubbed an eye.

I sat on the end of her bed as she took her legs off and looked at me. "What are you doing in here?"

"I was expecting you to give me the one hundred questions earlier."

I saw her eyes widen. "I was. Then I forgot. Cody was restless."

I watched as she stretched her back and rubbed her neck.

"I am interested." Monty had a fresh set of batteries in.

"Fine." I faked a disappointed sigh. "I'm going to finish some paperwork in my room."

Monty left the room and I shortly followed to go to my room.

I had the paperwork from the signed papers from Sarah. The blood work won't be in till next week. I won't be available till next week. I'll be stressing this over till next week.

Monty was taking her time again and I hoped she didn't opt for a bath instead. I relaxed on my sofa while I waited, the over head lamp on, sorting the paperwork in its proper piles, signing where I needed, making sure I read each paragraph properly.

Monty gave a light tap as she walked in and closed the door with her hip. I saw her carrying two coffee mugs as she sauntered over in loose cotton pants and a tight singlet.

She placed a mug down in front of me and already the aroma had hit. Hot Milo.

Monty sat on the edge of the other sofa closest to me as she took a sip of her drink. "I assumed you would like a hot drink."

"I assumed you forgot again."

Monty frowned. "It's so hard for you to use your manners, isn't it?"

I glared at her. I had never really worked under anyone, I've always been in control and on top, not needing to say please and thank you.

It was like she was reading my mind. "It shows appreciation and gratitude." Monty grumbled at me.

"Are you done?"

"Nope. No where near it." I saw the grin as she drunk some more. "What the hell did I say to you the other night?"

"Which night?"

"At the hotel."

"Which time?"

I saw her eyes pop out. "I insulted you more then once?"

I smirked at her as I took my mug and sat back. "You said a lot of things. But one that comes to mind is you calling me a snapping turtle."

Monty laughed. "That sounds like me."

"Really?" No it doesn't.

"Drunk me, yeah." Monty smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry if I insulted you."

"It was more of an onslaught of drunken, no point lectures."

I watched as Monty took the horror in. "Me saying stuff like you need to relax?"

"Yeah, that was one. You make some annoying noises."

Monty giggled as I saw her shoulders move.

"What else happened?"

"Honestly, nothing." I thought about what Monty has been nagging me about. I was wound up, even tighter now after the whole Sarah thing.

"Why are you talking to me? You barely answer in grunts half the time."

Because you're easy to talk to and I shouldn't do that. That's what I wanted to say. "Because I'm in a talkative mood. Why have you been avoiding me?"

It was too dark to see if Monty cheeks changed colour and that left me disappointed.

"Because I woke up in bed with you for a second time, but that time I was wearing your shirt."

Well I know she isn't shy. "I told you. I gave you my shirt so you wouldn't sleep with that tight dress on. Especially drunk."

"The bed?"

I gave her a look that told her she already knows. I don't like to repeat myself.

Monty finished her drink and placed it on the coffee table. "I do remember one thing from the other night." She admitted.

I stilled, trying to look casual. Does she remember? What does she remember? I heard her giggle then it turned in to a laugh.

I placed my mug down as I leaned forward on the sofa. Monty was right next to me, separated by the two sofa arm chairs. I watched her in amusement as she sat back, in a relaxed position.

Her smile was huge as she tried to calm herself down.

"I remember the look on your face!" She howled at me. "When the bartender gave me my drink."

I squinted at her with the corners of my mouth tucked up. "Ah yes. Those pointlessly named drinks."

Monty nodded as she beamed. "What were the called? It was sex something."

Sex on the beach. But I wasn't giving that up. Just like I wasn't going to tell her that she told me every possible place where she has had sex. I moved my thighs and hips. What am I doing? I'm working myself up now. Again.

"But you thought that bloke asked for one on the beach! That was it! Sex on the beach!" Monty laughed again holding her stomach.

"Yeah yeah." I grumbled out.

"I've never heard of a cocktail called that." I think she was talking to herself more then to me. "Sex on the beach."

It was deja vu all over again as she pronounced those four words.

"You complimented me."

I frowned. When? "When did I compliment you?" I scoffed at her.

"You said Cody liked me because I was a big kid."

"No. What I said was, no wonder Cody adores you. Your just like a giant child." I frowned at her. "I also said that was not a compliment."

"Aww." Monty squished her face up. "I adore him too. He is so bright and smart and determined. But he is also hot headed, stubborn and very short tempered." Monty stared at me. "I wonder where he gets it from?"

"Don't sound too amazed over that connection." I grinned at her. This is old news for me. My parents reminded me every time I visited them that Cody is more and more like me. "That cat has been out of the bag for a while now."

"So why were you surprised by Cody's legitimacy?"

I gave her a toothy grin. "That's a big word." I teased. I didn't want to discuss Cody or Sarah.

Monty pouted, her lips together, as she frowned at me. I think I've pushed the wrong button here. I wanted to talk to her to get to know her. I know she does grind me the wrong way at times, but I also do this to her. I actually enjoy doing this to her.

"You want big words? How's this then. You can be so insurmountable, scurrilous, inveterate and a... A"

She was running out of words. Good. I raised an eyebrow, a conceited smile on my mouth.

"An egomaniac!"

I chuckled and left Monty astonished. "Are finished insulting me yet?"

The look of Monty being stumped didn't last long. "You can be arrogant and big headed, you're never impulsive and you're so moody all the time."

Monty moved her position to straight up as she adjusted herself on the sofa.

Usually when someone tells me these things, I fire them. But for some strange reason, I wanted Monty to tell me what she thought of me. Even if she insulted me along the way. I didn't find it annoying or a pain. I thought it amusing.

"You're quick tempered and stubborn and even though I said you're never impulsive you are also unpredictable."

I heard her voice weaken. As I stood up and went straight in front of her. I looked down at her as her eyes went to mine.

I left her very little room to stand as she tried and there was very little room between our faces.

"Now I'm done." She said quietly.

"I'm glad to hear that." I replied to her. I could tell her that she also acts in the same manner, but I would be lying, most of it would be lies.

The brave face she had on now gone. I smirked at her as she boldly stood here.

I felt the urge to. I wanted to. I needed to.

Monty still pouted at me, her lips plump together. It was only micro seconds that passed but I found my hands on her waist as I pulled her towards me, filling the tiny gap as I kissed her.

I felt Monty stiffen for a second before she reacted to me. I felt her hands on my shoulders. I bit down on her bottom lip and she opened her mouth more.

I growled as I took more of her, pulling her even closer in to me as a hand worked its way to her face. I brushed some hair away and rested my hand on her neck.

That kiss was hot, heavy, passionate. I couldn't get my fill of her. I didn't want to let her go.

But regrettably, I pulled away. "How's that for impulsive?" I murmured against her lips.

Monty looked at me as I thought I saw a cloud of lust there. I wasn't too sure, the lighting here was dull.

The memory of us in the elevator came back as I remembered kissing her. I had used the excuse of the hiccups for the reason, but holding her there as I had my lips on hers felt exhilarating. It felt right.

I waited patiently for Monty.

She went to say something, her mouth open as she breathed. But she was speechless. I wanted to smirk. I finally done something that she didn't have a word to say too, again.

I was waiting for her to repeat, I wanted to kiss her again, but the reaction I wasn't expecting was her turning and walking out off my room.