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Chapter Four 
There was always something that drew Joey to Dawson's dock. On her way there, she had hoped that Dawson had not left Capeside. She wanted to call a truce with him.
Looking over at Dawson's when she was close enough to see his place, she saw that someone was sitting on his dock.
Her voice let out a hopeful whisper. "Dawson?"
He was in Philadelphia, Joey's mind told her. Besides, Dawson is usually on the dock only when he is upset, and even then, he usually paces.
When she was close enough, she saw that it was Jack who was sitting on Dawson's dock.
Well, at least he's alone, Joey thought as she approached in her boat. Alone in more ways than one, Joey added in her thoughts, especially with Andie at the Mayfield Clinic and Jen's grandmother not being exactly all that comfortable with Jack's lifestyle. Lifestyle? Joey smiled. The last person Jack had kissed was a female. Abby Morgan. Thinking about Abby, Joey then realized she never really knew all that much about who Abby Morgan really was.
Jack finally noticed Joey when she was several yards away.
"Good morning, Jack," Joey called out as she continued rowing.
"Hey, Joey," Jack replied, still sitting down. "Need a hand?"
"No. I'm just passing through," she said with a sweet smile.
"You want to talk for a minute before you go off to wherever you're going?"
"I guess I have a few minutes to spare," Joey said before stopping the boat a few yards away from the spot where Jack was sitting.
"So, where are you going on this fine Monday morning, Jo?"
Joey half-smiled and shrugged. She was not going anywhere in particular. She only wanted to think things through a little before she had to go back home and take care of her sister's baby.
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