Days later, Judy couldn't get those three little words out of her head. The thing with Tom wasn't child's play. They were two consenting adults who'd had relationships before. But unlike the guys before him, everything with Tom fell into place just like Divine Intervention. Until she told him about what almost happened with Doug, they'd never seriously argued. It was interesting how fast they'd progressed to the next level.

"Hey!"

A hand waved before her eyes. She blinked. The heat of embarrassment filled her cheeks. Harry handed her gym bag over with a chuckle.

"It's not polite to ignore people," he said with a smile.

"I'm sorry. My head was somewhere else." She followed him out of the gym and onto the sidewalk. Their cars were parked around the corner, but he led her in the opposite direction. "Where are we going?"

"Man, you really weren't listening to me!" He laughed. "I asked you to come with me to get something to take to Doug's for the dinner party. You nodded and I thought that meant you'd come. It's okay if you don't want to."

"Of course, I want to." She wrapped her arm around his. "What are you thinking of getting them? We're bringing wine."

He stopped and looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. Judy's breath caught in her throat. She regretted the words as soon as she said them. What was it with the slip of the tongue these days?

"We? Who's we? Are you bringing a date?"

She shrugged. Despite Tom's declaration of love and the incredible joy of being with him, she couldn't shake the doubts that nagged at her. What was wrong with her? He seemed so sure about their relationship. When it was just the two of them, she was, too. However, there had been a few times when disapproving stares ticked her off. The cocoon around their relationship provided a safety net. She feared how their friends' reactions would affect them.

"I'm coming with Hanson," she said, trying hard to keep any emotion from her voice.

"Oh, cool." The pique of curiosity faded from Harry's tone. "I haven't seen him since we left Jump Street. I wondered if he wanted to go bowling. How did you get him to return your phone call?"

She shrugged. "Maybe I just got lucky."

* * *

Tom dropped the bags of groceries by the door as he jogged across the room to the ringing telephone. He hadn't seen Judy since the night before and he hoped it was her on the other end.

"Hey!"

"Hanson? It's Fuller. Did I catch you at a bad time?"

"No, Coach." Tom smiled at the unexpected call. "This is great. How's it going?"

"There's nothing quite like Jump Street," the older man said with a sigh in his voice.

"No, there isn't. My new gig is okay, but I miss the chapel."

"Actually, that's why I'm calling. How would you like to broaden your horizons within the department?"

Tom cradled the phone against his ear as he moved to retrieve his groceries from the floor. "What did you have in mind?"

"An outreach program for teens. I remember how you were such a big advocate for them. Are you interested?"

He kicked his door closed and headed for the kitchen. "Will I be undercover with them?"

"We're still ironing out the kinks. I've spoken to Harry. He may come onboard. I can't reach Hoffs, but I'm guessing she's loving her PR position. The mayor's wife thinks Judy's wonderful. I can't agree with her more."

"Judy's a good cop." Tom couldn't help complimenting her. He could definitely see a gold shield in her future. He wasn't sure about himself.

"That she is," Fuller agreed. "Tell me about you. Do you need some time to think about it?"

"I can come in and we can talk more about it."

"Thanks."

"No, Captain, thank you."