“Well, what are you waiting for Heather,” Shannon questioned giving
her a brief once over. While she’d tried to decipher just what was
going through Heather’s mind, she couldn’t quite read what was happening.
Heather’s eyes drifted over towards Cameron before she looked to the group
“I…” Heather started after a moment’s hesitation.
“Yes,” Dave questioned watching her closely.
“Heather please,” Diego made another step towards her. His
dark eyes pleaded with her, his hand reached out towards her in a protective
gesture and as she cast one last look in his general direction, she forced herself
to look away from him.
“I don’t have the first clue what any of you are talking about,”
Heather blurted out having made her decision. She turned her eyes away
from Diego forcing herself to ignore the disappointment she could feel vibrating
over the air in the room. She looked up at Cameron seeing the first sparkle
of approval behind his eyes, “Cam, I’m tired. Can I just go
back to bed now?”
“Of course you can sweetheart,” he leaned forward to kiss the top
of her head gently before directing his gaze towards Diego, “Now get the
hell out of our home.”
“Heather, what are you doing,” Diego questioned in confusion, unable
to contain the surprise that had overthrown him by her obvious lie, “Don’t
do this. We both know that I can protect you that…”
“Diego, I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking
about,” Heather found the strength inside of her to face him, “and
if you’d take a moment to let go of this, maybe you’ll be able to
find some peace as well. I‘ll assume there isn‘t any need
for me to be out here any longer.”
“No, there’s not,” Dave added watching Diego’s reaction
to her words.
“But Heather…” Diego started watching her retreat. He
took a step forward only to be thwarted by Shannon.
“Diego don’t,” Shannon urged placing her hand out to prevent
him from chasing after Heather.
“I can’t just let him get away with what he’s done.
She’s only lying because she’s afraid,” Diego pleaded with
her desperately, “She knows what kind of power he has over this town and…”
“Diego, you have to let it go,” Shannon pleaded with him hating
to watch him turn into a complete mess in front of her.
“I can’t let it go,” Diego tried to reach out to Heather again
only to discover she’d slipped back into a room down the hall.
“I don’t think you have a choice in the matter,” Dave informed
him firmly stepping in front of the frazzled man before him.
“Dave, come on we both know what kind of monster he is. What he
did to Maria and…” Diego started again feeling a panic and fear
overtake him now that Heather had shut him out.
“This isn’t about Maria,” Dave explained poignantly, “this
isn’t anything like Maria.”
“I’m glad you’re all enjoying your little reunion in my foyer,
but as you can see my wife doesn’t want to be disturbed and neither do
I,” Cameron sneered down at the group, “So unless you’re going
to arrest me, get the hell out of my house.”
“This isn’t over,” Dave warned before grabbing Diego’s
arm to lead him towards the front door, “Come on. You need to cool
“I don’t want to calm down,” Diego argued with Dave struggling
all the way to the door.
“It’s what you need right now more than anything,“ Dave informed
him honestly. Despite Diego’s protests however, Dave and Shannon
managed to get him out of the Stone estate without causing too much damage in
“This is bull Dave,” Diego shoved Dave away from him, his eyes full
of fire and rage, “and you know it. Cameron is a monster and…”
“Heather’s his wife,” Dave reminded Diego, “and if she’s
not going to file a formal complaint, then there’s nothing I can do.”
“She’s lying,” Diego continued to explain, “She’s
afraid and that’s why she didn’t tell you the truth.”
“Heather is a habitual liar Diego. She uses men to her advantage
and then tosses them aside when she finds she has no more use for them.
She wanted to get her husband’s attention and she used you to do it.
Now that she has Cameron where she wants him, she’s turned on you.
It’s her game,” Shannon began hoping to find a way to reach out
to Diego and implore his sense of logic.
“No, you didn’t see what I saw. You don’t know what
I do about her,” Diego shook his head in refusal to accept her answer.
“Diego, she uses men when the mood strikes her and she thrives on drama,”
Shannon informed him bluntly, “You were just another mark for her.”
“You’re just saying that because you can’t stand her, but
Shannon I’m not lying to you. Heather’s in danger. She
and her child are in horrible danger in that house and if you sit back and do
nothing about it…” Diego went into an uproar.
“Diego, I know that this situation rings close to home considering that
Heather is pregnant. I know you two have grown close, but she’s
Cameron’s wife. This isn’t like Maria…”
“You keep saying that, but even then there was no justice,” Diego
spat out at him coldly, “Then again in this town that seems to be the
name of the game where that man is concerned.”
“Diego, now you know that’s not…” Dave started to defend
“To hell with you. To hell with all of this,” Diego shook
his head at Dave and Shannon before stalking off towards his car in a fury.
“Where do you think he’s going?” Shannon questioned breaking
her moment of silence.
“Off the deep end if someone doesn’t try to help him through this,”
Dave sighed heavily thinking about the condition his friend was in, “I
haven’t seen him like this--not since Maria’s death.”
“Maria,” Shannon repeated thinking about the talk she’d had
with Diego about his distrust of those in the FBI. Turning to Dave she
felt another growing realization upon her, “That was the woman he loved
that died, yes?”
Dave nodded, “They were like the dream couple. They had their share
of problems, but then one day out of the blue Maria was involved in a hit and
run. She didn’t make it, but their son…well the baby lived
about seven hours before his passing. Diego hasn’t been the same
“And he thinks that Cameron was the one responsible for her death,”
Shannon noted with a heavy sense of realization.
Dave nodded, “He wasn’t the only one who felt that way considering
that Maria was leading one of the strongest oppositions against a multi-billion
dollar project that Cameron was working on. She was so close to bringing
him down and then…”
“He made sure that she didn’t,” Shannon frowned thinking about
the situation at hand.
“Which is all the more reason why I shouldn’t let Diego run off
and get into something stupid,” Dave explained watching Diego’s
quick exit, “He’s a good, moral man with a kind heart, but everyone
has their limit.”
“And Diego’s been pushed past his,” Shannon nodded in complete
understanding, “Dave, let me worry about Diego.”
“Shannon, you know that I can’t ask you to…” he started
surprised by her decision.
“Look, I know more than anything what he’s going through.
I’ve seen creeps like Cameron evade the system time and time again, so
I think I can relate. There have been times when I’ve wanted to
rip their hearts out and serve it to them in various sadistic terms, so I can
understand where Diego might be at right now.”
“Shannon, it’s just not the same as losing what he’s lost
in his life,” Dave sighed heavily feeling an air of sadness sweep over
“All the more reason for me to see to this myself,” she decided
hoping that she could find a way to help Diego through the misery that the confrontation
with Cameron had brought to the surface all over again.
Heather allowed the curtain to fall back into place after Shannon and Dave had
made their way to the car they’d come over in. While she hated what
she had to do where Diego was concerned, she knew she had no choice. Hearing
the sound of footsteps entering the room from behind her, she inhaled a slow
breath saying a silent prayer that she hadn’t made the biggest mistake
of her life.
“I’m very proud of you,” Cameron’s voice encircled her,
causing a tiny shudder to fill her down to her core. She could sense his
motion in the room. She could feel his steady, determined movement while
he approached her. “You did very good out there.”
“Did I,” was all she could manage to get out while guilt plagued
her. Her stomach was nauseous and her heart sinking at what she’d
said. The look behind Diego’s eyes had said it all when she’d
forced herself to push him away.
“Much better than I’d anticipated,” Cameron nodded proudly
placing his hand upon her shoulder, “You and I are cut from the same cloth
Heather and that shows.”
“We’re nothing alike,” Heather spat back at him, finding the
fire of her fury consuming her. She stared him down, unable to quench
the need to lash out for what he’d pushed her into doing.
“So you say,” he smiled at her appreciatively, “but in time
you’ll see that this was in fact for the best.”
“So what now,” she asked tentatively feeling a tiny shiver racing
over her spine.
“We start over,” Cameron reached out to touch her cheek in a smooth,
yet gentle motion, “We forget the past and stop trying to destroy one
“And you just expect me to pretend that what happened wasn’t real,”
Heather challenged with narrowing eyes.
“Not exactly,” he sighed taking a step away from her, “but
more so I would just like us to put that part of our past behind us. We
have so much potential with one another if we choose to work as a team.
You have beauty and intelligence and a power that intrigues me. If we
quit clashing heads and join forces with one another, you’ll find your
life to be very pleasing.”
“You mean as long as I give up my free will and who I am, you’ll
try not to beat or torment me any longer?” Heather’s words were
laced with venom.
“I never should’ve hit you,” Cameron conceded, “I never
should’ve taken my rage out on you like I did. Given what has transpired
between us, I can understand your reluctance in letting me in, but know in time
you will see that I’m all you need. I can give you what you need
in your life Heather. As long as we let go of the games…”
“You’re the one who enjoys toying with my life,” Heather stepped
towards him lashing out at him. With one bold move, she slapped him hard
across the face unwilling to think about the consequences that would come to
Cameron flinched and coiled in response to her lashing out at him for a brief
second. Heather stepped back waiting for him to attack, but for the most
part he remained silent, just looking at her. A tiny tremble swept over
her when she caught the cold stare behind his eyes. It was as if he was
contemplating the best course of action in dealing with her, but much to her
surprise instead of attacking, he spoke up smooth and evenly.
“Given what we’ve just experienced with one another, I’m going
to refrain from holding that against you. You’ve clearly had a long
night and an equally long morning, so I won’t allow that to influence
our future with one another. Consider that a freebie,” Cameron wiggled
his finger at her before making his way to the doors. He turned around
to address her one last time with a cocky grin, “And just know that in
time you’ll understand why we had to go through this to get what we’ve
dreamt about with one another.”
With that Cameron exited the room bringing the French doors to a resounding
close behind him. Heather rushed forward eager to break free of the confinement
she’d seemingly stepped into. However, much to her dismay the doors
were locked. She wiggled on the door knob before taking a step back in
defeat. Sinking into the couch, she buried her head in her hands hoping
to find a way to come to terms with her fate now that she’d just pushed
the best thing that had happened to her in a long time out of her life forever.
“I’m not ready for this,” Jade admitted thinking about what
was waiting inside the church. She, Russ and Avery had made their way
over to the memorial service, but now as they stood outside the building, she
found herself dreading this experience more than ever.
“It’s almost over,” Russ replied putting his arm around her
supportively, “We can get through this.”
“I know we can, but just to think about it,” Jade paused biting
on her lower lip nervously, “I know this sounds crazy considering, but
what if this was really…”
“It’s not,” Avery interrupted sensing Jade’s concerns
about the situation. She reached out to take Jade’s hand supportively,
“We just have to keep that in mind as we go through today.”
“It still doesn’t make any of this any easier. To say goodbye
to Grady like this…” Jade shivered at the thought.
“I know,” Avery nodded in confession, “but we need to do this
“I know,” Jade replied thinking about how hard the next half hour
was going to be, but knowing that Cameron no doubt had people watching her,
she stood taller. She turned her eyes to the church catching a glimpse
of Cheryl standing near the doorway with Elliot. Turning back to face
Russ and Avery again, Jade took in a slow breath. “I should probably
get over there huh?”
“Go ahead,” Russ urged her on, “We’ll be in there in
a few minutes.”
“Okay,” Jade nodded before making her way towards Grady’s
parents. The trio exchanged embraces before disappearing into the church.
“Are you sure you’re up to this,” Avery questioned touching
her husband’s arm tentatively, “I know what you just said to Jade,
but I know that you aren’t comfortable with this either…”
“We have to do it,” Russ answered behind a clenched jaw before he
closed his eyes. Taking in the scent of the afternoon, he realized that
this had seemed a lot simpler when they’d been at home--distanced from
the situation. Sure, he’d told Jade that this was for show, but
the truth to the matter was that he’d spend a great deal of the last few
months alienated from his brother. To say a good-bye like this when things
were so up in the air--even if it was a fictional goodbye was a bit much.
“Russ, if you’re too upset…” Avery started squeezing
his arm gently hoping to help him through the thoughts that had plagued his
“We have to do this,” Russ spoke up in a tight whisper, “More
than anything Grady needs us to do this for him.”
“Alright,” Avery nodded motioning to the door, “Shall we go
“Yeah, let’s get this over with,” he decided bringing his
arm around her waist. They took one step closer to the church before he
“Russ, what is it?” Avery questioned in confusion turning her dark
eyes up to search his handsome features.
“I love you,” he breathed unable to contain the emotion that had
balled up in the back of his throat forming a lump. He teased his index
finger over the side of her cheek memorizing the way she looked standing beside
him, ready to do all that she could to show her support, “I just needed
you to know that at a time like this, well, I just don’t know what I’d
do in this world if I didn’t have you. You’re my strength
and my reason in this world Avery.”
“And you’re the heart and soul that has kept me alive all these
years,” Avery added tipping up on her toes to kiss him tenderly, “I
love you Russell Denton and there is no place in this world that I’d rather
be than at your side.”
“You have no idea how much that means for me to hear you say that,”
he couldn’t help but offer up a soft smile of relief despite the weight
upon his shoulders at the idea of having a public goodbye to his brother.
“Believe me,” she reached for his hand bringing it up over her abdomen,
“we both know how much that means and we feel the same way Russ.”
Smiling Russ leaned down to kiss Avery taking a moment to savor the bond between
them. He curled his arm around her hugging her closer to him before they
parted. Pressing his forehead against hers, he sighed again. Finally
he drew back and their eyes met again for a long moment of silence.
“Let’s do this,” he decided leading her into the church with
him to experience one of the hardest, staged experiences of his life.
Watching the newlyweds enter the church, the man observing reached into his
pocket pulling out his cell phone. He’d seen plenty to give his
higher ups the information they were seeking out. With that thought in
mind a twisted smirk spread over his features. Finally after a few moments
the voice answered on the other end of the line.
“It’s me,” he explained simply to his employer, “Yes,
that’s right. I’m here at the church and as expected everything
is going as planned.”
Eyeing the church again while more arrivals came to show their respect for Grady,
he couldn’t help but feel a rush of enthusiasm jolt from his body upon
his employer’s approval.
“And you’re sure there won’t be any mistakes this time,”
his employer questioned with skepticism.
“Not a one,” he vowed unwilling to lose sight of the focus before
him, “This time there won’t be any room for mistakes. They
won’t see it coming and by the time they begin to see what’s unfolding
around them, it’ll be too late--for all of them. You have my word
“I’ll need more than just your word this time,” his employer
informed him gruffly, “this time you know what I want.”
“Consider it done,” he promised hearing the line go dead on his
employer’s end. Tossing the cell phone onto the passenger seat beside
him, he turned his focus to the happenings at the church vowing that he would
be the one to finish the mission that others before him had failed at up until
now. He would be a success and soon he would be the key to changing the
hands of destiny forever.
Seth gazed around his apartment trying to think of anything else he’d
need for the trip ahead of him. Yet, as he held his suitcase in hand,
he couldn’t think of anything else that he’d forgotten about.
He’d had the essentials for the preliminary visit he’d be taking
for the shoot. This was really him doing it--he was taking a step towards
making something of his career--something that could take him away from Coral
“Forever,” he thought aloud feeling a frown spread over his dark,
handsome features. His gaze lingered over to the far end of the living
room--to the couch where he and Blake had spent a great many intimate moments
with one another. Thinking about the first time she’d arrived at
his place armed with her famous strawberry shortcake, he found himself overcome
with the magic that accompanied the memory. He could almost taste her
kiss upon his lips, feel the magic of her smile reaching down into his core,
but as reality fell upon him, he let out a heavy sigh wondering if he’d
Turning towards the door, Seth heard a faint sound of tapping upon it.
Setting his suitcase down, he approached the door, taking a tentative moment
to himself before opening it. However, he found himself completely unprepared
for what was before him.
“Seth,” Blake spoke aloud, her crystal blue eyes penetrating his
with an intensity that caused his blood to boil. There was something about
her--about the magic of her--about the way she stood before him looking more
beautiful than he’d remembered.
“Blake, what are you doing here,” Seth questioned feeling his throat
go dry. She stepped in closer to him, her blonde hair skimming over her
shoulders with each movement she made.
“We needed to talk,” she informed him in a slow breath, “There’s
something that we didn’t get to say to one another when you walked out
on me and I think that it’s time we get back to it.”
“Blake I don’t think that…” Seth began unable to contain
the confusion in his tone. He watched her saunter around his living room,
reviewing the way things were before she spun around to face him again.
Her gaze dropped down to the suitcase at his side.
“Going somewhere,” she questioned in a low, sultry tone watching
him with an undeniable intensity.
He nodded, “I have a job out of town.”
“A job,” Blake repeated taking a bold step towards him. She
motioned towards the suitcase before her eyes penetrated his, “You can
forget about the job because you’re not going anywhere--at least not until
I can say what I came here to say.”
“Blake, I…” he started feeling her snake her arms around his
neck. Urging him closer to her, she devoured his mouth in a hungry kiss,
tempting him to forget about everything else, but the magic they’d once
shared with one another. Unable to contain the impulses that overthrew
him, Seth curled his arm around her pulling her up off of her feet.
“Don’t leave me Seth,” she murmured curling her fingers through
his thick, dark hair, “Don’t ever leave me. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he replied squeezing her in against him ready
to make up for lost time, but before he could truly lose himself to the moment,
he heard the beeping sound of the alarm on his watch.
Within seconds Blake fade from his arms and he found himself standing near the
door to leave his apartment. A heavy sigh spilled from his lips when he
discovered that he’d allowed his fantasies of a happily ever after with
Blake overthrow his sense of what was real. Clearly he was losing his
mind--longing for something that would never be and that was all the more reason
why putting Coral Valley behind him was the only option. Reaching for
his suitcase, he gave his apartment one last glance before he stepped out of
his apartment putting his past behind him once and for all.
Blake walked around the gardens at the Ashford estate thinking about how confusing
her life had been lately. She’d tried to find peace within herself,
but time hadn’t changed a thing. She was still in that same place
alone and miserable except she was without the things that had truly made her
life worth living. She’d had it all within her reach, but alas she’d
thrown it all away in the blink of an eye.
“And for what,” Blake questioned with a heavy sigh. Making
her way over to the fountain in the center of the Ashford gardens, she took
a seat on one of the benches thinking about a time back in Los Angeles.
“Don’t be shy,” Blake had teased Zack, “Just sit still
and let me take this picture.”
“Not a chance,” Zack shook his head reaching out for the camera,
“There is no way I’m going to let you get me on film.”
“Of course you are,” Blake giggled snapping away at the camera,
“You’re a perfect subject.”
“No, you’re the perfect subject,” he snatched the camera ready
to turn the tables on her but instead he frowned upon the realization that she’d
finished her roll of film.
“Ha, and you thought you got me,” Blake shook her head at him taking
back her camera before sticking her tongue out at him, “How wrong you
“Wrong or not, I want that film Blake,” Zack watched her take a
seat at one of the picnic tables set up on the beach where they’d had
an event sponsored by the fraternity he was in.
“Too bad, it’s mine,” Blake snubbed him before tilting her
head to the side to look at him, “but I might be willing to negotiate.”
“I’m listening,” Zack plopped down beside her at the table,
“what are your terms?”
“A little truth telling,” Blake urged him on with a simple flash
of a grin, “You game?”
“That all depends,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“On what,” she arched a curious brow.
“On whether or not this is a two way street,” he decided scooting
in closer to her.
“You want the film, so I think I should be the one who gets the truth
out of you,” Blake urged him on inching in towards him as well.
“That sounds like this was a setup from the start,” Zack frowned.
“If you don’t want the photos,” she started to get up only
to be thwarted by his gentle tug on her wrist.
“Okay, I’ll play along. What do you want to know Blake,”
Zack questioned his eyes fixed upon her.
“Why won’t you just give in to what you feel for me,” she
threw out at him.
“My, you are blunt, aren’t you,” Zack laughed nervously.
“I don’t believe in beating around the bush. So really, what’s
the story? Why won’t you just admit that you want me,” she
questioned, her voice taking on a sultry tone.
“Blake, you’re my friend…” he started.
“Friends don’t do what we’ve been thinking about,” Blake
informed him bluntly, “When you came home the other night and found me
in your bed…”
“I told you that never should’ve happened,” Zack shook his
head at the thought, “Blake it’s never going to be more than what
we have now.”
“But you want more. I know you do Zack. I know you want me,”
Blake skimmed her hand against his leg in a slow, not so subtle brush.
“Blake, listen to me,” Zack caught her wrist to put an end to the
embrace, “It won’t ever work.”
“But why…what is it that you’re so afraid of,” Blake
questioned with a pout before her inquiry was answered by the buxom brunette
that came their way.
“Zack, there you are,” the woman grinned over at him, “I was
starting to think that I lost you. What’s going on?”
“Libby, I was just thinking about getting back to you,” Zack waved
at her quickly. He began to scoot away from Blake before rising.
“Zack, I asked you a question,” Blake informed him bluntly, “I
think you owe me a real answer.”
“Blake you know the real answer,” Zack answered flatly ready to
walk away, but he hesitated. He spun around to face her once again, sincerity
shining behind his eyes as he spoke up once again. He eyed her for a long
moment before turning around to go catch up with his companion for the night.
“I guess you knew more than I did at the time,” Blake sighed returning
to the here and now. She’d certainly thought she knew what she was
doing in returning to that feeling she’d harbored for Zack, but now, like
before he was with someone new. He was about to be a father and he’d
married someone else. That in itself said something about where she fit
in his future.
“Why are you doing this to yourself,” Blake groaned, her eyes traveling
over to the stables when another wash of a memory crashed over her.
“How about a little closer,” the photographer had suggested to
her and Seth.
“I don’t know about this one,” Seth’s anxiety about
being on the other side of the camera had taken control of his otherwise cool
and collected demeanor.
“You’re both naturals,” the photographer urged them on further.
“I’m just not so sure,” Seth confessed pulling away from Blake
only to feel her tug on his arm.
“Oh I’m pretty sure you’re sure,” Blake flashed him
a sexy smirk, drawing him in closer to him. She touched his chest in a
tentative fashion, “Just like I’m sure about what I want the world
to see where we’re concerned.”
“Are you sure this is what you want? Is this really how you want
your life to be,” Seth asked her while she curled her arm around his muscled
“What do you think,” she’d teased catching the glimmer of
insecurity behind his eyes.
“I think that I want this to be the beginning of a long and happy future
for us,” Seth confessed tipping down towards her. Their lips were
a mere breath away from one another as she spoke up once again.
“I know it will be,” she’d promised sealing her words with
Now as Blake reflected upon her words, she’d thought of how she too had
been deceptive in her promises. She’d offered her heart to both
men in her life and she’d ultimately driven them both away. All
her life she’d craved the love and happiness that could come from finding
the one--from being with her soul mate, but in this instance it seemed as though
all she’d managed to obtain from her choices was a path full of emptiness
and confusion. Thinking to the journals she’d discovered in her
mother’s secret place, Blake rose up from where she’d been seated
opting to lose herself to the memories left behind from one of the only people
in the world who truly understood her.
Zack and Johanna are just arriving back from a walk. They got caught in a bad
rain storm and Johanna's umbrella broke so they are both soaked to the core.
Johanna: I can't believe this rain!
Zack: It sure started fast. Good thing we brought the umbrella.
Zack: Even if it did only last us a block.
He hands Johanna a towel and a bathrobe and then begins to get undressed.
Zack: We'd better get out of these clothes before we catch a cold.
Johanna: Yeah, and then I'm e-mailing the makers of this umbrella, it's a piece
Zack stifles a laugh.
Zack: As I recall you've never had much luck with those. You do remember how
we met don't you?
Johanna turns beat red and starts laughing.
Johanna: Oh, God, how could I forget. I was struggling down the street in the
middle of a horrible rain and wind storm. The wind was so strong it turned my
umbrella inside out and yanked it from my hand.
Zack: And sent it flying into me as I stepped out of a cab.
Johanna: Not one of my shinning moments.
Zack laughs at the memory.
Zack: Yeah but the benefits were nice. You bought me a cup of coffee and a scone
to apologize. We ended up sitting and talking all day.
Johanna smiles thinking back.
Johanna: Yeah it turned into a pretty wonderful day didn't it.
Zack nods. Johanna laughs.
Johanna: Of course I'm not the only klutz around here. Remember, when I asked
you to "help" and do the laundry and you ended up stuffing so much clothing
and laundry detergent in that the machine started rocking and shaking.
The hoses came out of the wall, and the entire thing had to be replaced. Not
to mention the floor since it had gotten so soaked.
Zack grins devilishly.
Zack: But you never asked me to do laundry again did you?
Johanna pretends to glare at him and throws a pillow at him. They both laugh.
Zack watches Johanna drying herself and is suddenly taken back to another time
and place. He smiles thinking back to old times. And looking at her now, carrying
their child he is struck by her beauty.
She looks up.
Zack: You know, you really are beautiful.
Johanna: Yeah, soaked and wind blow is a hot look.
Zack looks at her seriously.
Zack: On you it is.
He goes into the wash room leaving a happily surprised Johanna sitting on the
bed cleaning up.
Johanna: I wonder what brought that on?
She smiles and rubs her stomach.
Johanna: Not that I'm complaining.
She goes on cleaning up awhile later when they're both dry and in their bathrobes
there is a knock at the door.
Waiter: Room service.
Johanna looks confused.
Johanna: We didn't order anything.
Zack gets up.
Zack: I got us a snack.
Johanna: Oh, okay.
The waiter brings in a silver tray with a single rose on it. On the tray are
an assortment of scones and cookies, and two hot drinks. The waiter sets it
down on the bed.
He tips the waiter.
Waiter: You're welcome, have a nicer day.
After the waiter leaves Zack smiles and comes and sits next to Johanna on the
Zack: Since we've recreated the rain storm incident I figured why not recreate
the whole thing.
Johanna smiles deeply touched.
Johanna: Oh Zack, that's so sweet.
Zack: You're welcome.
He hands her, her cup.
Zack: Green tea for the lady, and a cappuccino for me.
Johanna: You remember our exact orders?
Zack: Yeah. Well, you always get the same thing when we go to a coffee shop.
Johanna: Yeah, I guess I do. I've just never liked Coffee all that much, but
I do enjoy the whole coffee shop atmosphere.
Zack nods as he raises his cup.
Zack: To us.
Johanna smiles her hopes beginning to brighten.
Johanna: To us.
They tap cups and begin enjoying their late afternoon snack as the rain pours
Caitlin is in her hotel room packing.
Caitlin: I can't believe we're already going back. I wish I could stay here
with Ken forever.
She sighs as she puts more things in the bag. Just then there is a knock
at the door. Caitlin opens it and is surprised to find Ken standing there fully
dressed in a tux complete with gloves and a top hat. Caitlin cracks up.
Caitlin: What on earth are you doing dressed like that?
Ken steps into the room as she closes the door.
Ken: Well, we aren't leaving for another day. So, I figured why not use this
time for some old fashioned romance.
He hands her a single red rose. Caitlin smiles very touched by this.
Caitlin: You are a charmer. So what did you have in mind.
Ken smiles mischievously
Ken: You'll see.
He goes over to the CD player and puts in a CD then as the music starts he turns
to Caitlin and extends his hand to her.
Ken: May I have this dance.
Caitlin laughs and smiles as she takes his hand.
Caitlin: Of course.
He pulls her close and gently starts gliding across the room.
“Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight.
Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,”
Ken gently strokes Caitlin's cheek as they continue to move with the music.
“There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart…”
He twirls her around the room and then pulls her in close for a kiss.
“And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.
Lovely ... Never, ever change.”
As he spins her around Caitlin can't help but laugh with happiness.
“Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it ?
'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.
Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look to-night.”
As the song ends he dips her and gives her a long passion filled kiss. Then
still holding onto her and gazing deeply into her eyes he speaks.
Ken: I love you.
Caitlin is near tears as she gazes back at him full of love.
Caitlin: I love you.
They kiss tenderly.
Jenna surveyed her bedroom thinking about anything else she should be taking
with her for her journey out to Los Angeles. While she wasn’t quite
sure why she’d felt compelled to make the journey, her talk with J.T.
had gotten her itching to go nonetheless. Perhaps it had stemmed from
the fact that she’d grown up without having any indication of who the
man was that had brought her into this world. Sure, she’d seen enough
to know that she wasn’t fond of Doug, but if there was more to this story
that could ultimately change her life, then she had to know the truth--no matter
how horrible it might be.
“There you are,” Hart broke through her one track mind, “I
was hoping you’d return to the kitchen since I was making something special
“I was getting there,” Jenna explained quietly, “but I just
wanted to double check everything here.”
“I’m sure that you thought of everything in the packing,”
Hart kissed the back of her neck, urging her to turn around in his arms.
“You always are one step ahead of the rest of us.”
“I don’t feel like I have been lately especially where my father
is concerned,” Jenna paused, unable to hide her true feelings about the
situation with her father from the man she loved.
“Your father is a man of many faces Jen. He’s good at what
he does and for you to think that you could see it all and not be fooled, well
that’s putting a lot of pressure on yourself.”
“Even so, I should’ve seen through him. I pride myself on
being an excellent judge of character and look where it got me,” she confessed
with a heavy sigh.
“Hmm, let’s see,” Hart pretended to think of over, “Now
correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you think I was a chauvinistic,
pompous ass the first time you met me?”
“Well yes, but…” Jenna felt a heat rise over her cheeks.
“You pretty much cussed me out with every name in the book there on our
second meeting and then after that…” he started to remind her.
“That was an entirely different subject considering that you were all
those things back then,” she informed him with a huff.
“Even so you love me now so you’re willing to overlook my less than
savory beginnings for us,” he pointed out giving her a look that said
it all about how ridiculous she was being.
“It’s just not the same Hart. I mean you were just some jerk
lawyer trying to make a few bucks there, but the man in question is my father.
I mean if you think about it my brother is missing and in a coma--or he could
be dead. We have no way of knowing that.”
“True, but at the same time you know nothing about this other brother
of yours,” Hart pointed out watching her slump down on the edge of her
bed, “Jen, for all we know this guy could be a snake…”
“He’s my brother Hart,” Jenna frowned at his implication.
“And we see what you think of your father. Plus if all you read
about Doug and Cameron was true, then there’s no telling what you’re
getting yourself into,” Hart took a seat beside her, “While I know
you want the truth about what kind of man your father is, maybe your mother
has kept you in the dark about it for a good reason.”
“Hart, I know she did what she did to try to protect me, but this isn’t
about me any longer. My brother has a child coming into this world and
if that baby is going to have a real chance at life, then I need to know what
the baby is up against,” she informed him pointedly.
“It means that much to you huh,” he questioned curling his arm around
“More than I ever thought it would,” she nodded in confession, “I
mean when this all began I was content with my life. Sure, I didn’t
have everything going on that I’d wanted to accomplish by this point in
my life, but still. Then I find out about my father and it’s as
if there’s this whole other part of my life that I never knew about--this
family that has been foreign to me. At first I was overjoyed, thrilled
even, but now, well now I think about all the lies and the deceptions and I
know that I can’t let this go. While my brother and I didn’t
have a chance to get to know one another, I believe in my heart that he wouldn’t
want his child to come into a world of madness. If Douglas is the monster
that everyone is saying then he shouldn’t be near that baby.”
“Though Cameron’s not a better option Jen,” Hart pointed out
with a frown, “especially given his shady character.”
“I know,” she nodded solemnly, “which is why I have to find
the truth out about my father and about the Mahoney family secrets out in Los
“I realize that, but I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t have
any concerns about where this could be headed,” he admitted touching her
leg gently, “I just don’t want to see this wind up destroying you.”
“If I remain idle and do nothing to stop the things that could come into
that baby’s life, then I’ll be just as bad as the rest of them,”
Jenna admitted with a soft sigh leaning into Hart’s body.
“Children really mean a lot to you, don’t they,” Hart questioned
hugging her closer to him.
She nodded, “Especially when they come into this world with the odds stacked
against them. I truly believe that every child deserves to know their
parents, but at the same time I also think that they should have someone looking
out for them when push comes to shove.”
“And you’ve nominated yourself to be that someone,” Hart arched
a curious brow.
“Take a long, hard look at the other options in this child’s life,”
Jenna gave him a firm look, “You’d do the same thing if you were
“I’m not really sure what it is we’re doing,” Hart admitted
with a strange expression.
“We’re seeing what the past can tell us about my brother and about
the moments leading up to my brother’s shooting. There’s a
whole history there that no one knows about, but I plan on changing that.
I want to know everything there is to know about my brother, my father and about
William Steed because I think that’s the key to learning the truth about
what is ahead for all of us.”
Brooke checked the clock once again for the third time in the last ten minutes.
Unable to sit still, she shifted in her seat hoping that somehow she would hear
something soon. After she’d received that less than satisfying package
the other night she’d been on edge. She’d taken to calling
her partner, yet he’d vowed to handle the situation. However in
handling things, she’d expected him to keep her in the loop--not to leave
her in suspense.
“What is taking so long,” Brooke mouthed to herself. She nearly
jumped out of her seat when the phone on her desk rang. “Hello.”
“Ms. Morrison, it’s Joan. Joan Simpleton. I was calling
about press release for the upcoming party,” the woman explained quickly
leading Brooke down the road to planning for the main event she’d been
working on for months. While the party had been being put off for quite
some time, it was well in the works and that had to be her first focus.
After a grueling ten minutes of a tapering mind, Brooke finally decided to call
Joan later in the day once she’d obtained a bit more clarity. Now
she turned her attention to the clock again thinking about what could be happening
to destroy all her well laid plans. She tapped her nails on the desktop
impatiently before she finally tore open her top desk drawer. Pulling
out her purse, she snapped it open to check on the small vial she’d kept
inside. If she wasn’t quick about things, she could miss her window
of opportunity and that simply wasn’t an option.
“You need to stay focused,” she reminded herself as the phone rang
again. Frowning she reached for the phone ready to find a polite way to
rid herself of any more distractions, but instead she was met by the sound of
“I was hoping I’d catch you,” he mouthed into the phone causing
her to sit on edge.
“What has been taking you so long,” Brooke frowned in response,
“I gave you that information and now you’re avoiding me.”
“I’m not avoiding you, but more so planning for the future,”
he informed her coolly, “You should start doing the same.”
“I’ve been trying to, but it hasn’t been easy ever since I
received that package,” she insisted with a huff.
“I understand your being uptight and I had the same reservations about
moving forward myself until something occurred to me.”
“And just what might that be?” she questioned impatiently.
“I realized that maybe just maybe this is the push we need. I say
we ride this one out and find out just who was behind the package. We
find them and beat them at their own game. The way I see it, we can’t
“And if they try to reach out to someone else,” Brooke questioned
in a panic.
“You mean someone such as your son-in-law?” he questioned with a
“He isn’t stupid,” Brooke shuddered upon her own words, “While
he might be a bit thick headed if he starts getting little clues he might start
sniffing around our situation and then we’ll both be screwed.”
“No Brooke, you’ll be the one with explaining to do,” he informed
her with a sour tone, “I had no part in what you’ve been doing…”
“No part,” she practically squealed before lowering her voice again,
“I’ve been doing this because of you--because of what we promised
one another. We made a deal.”
“I realize that and for that deal to come into fruition, there are things
that will be needed to be done. Drastic measures that must not be overlooked,
“Brooke, there’s only one way to end this.”
“Well if you’ve come up with some miracle plan, I’d love to
hear it,” Brooke decided with a sneer.
“We eliminate the problem,” he explained simply, his voice devoid
of all emotion.
“You mean we…” Brooke started hearing a tiny chuckle on the
other end of the line.
“You’re damn right we do,” he agreed with an air of amusement
in his tone, “It’s time to take action and once we do, there won’t
be any more looking back.”
“Just like that,” she asked with obvious skepticism.
“Just like that,” he repeated, “You take care of what’s
needed on your end and I’ll finish working on the rest of it.”
“And you really think we can pull this off,” she questioned feeling
the first flicker of doubts from within.
“You do what you do best and let me deal with what I’m the expert
on,” he urged her darkly.
“Alright then,” Brooke fingered the vial in her hand, a wicked grin
spreading over her features, “I’ll do just that.”
“Excellent,” he replied hanging up the phone and leaving Brooke
ready to face the possibilities for the future they’d worked so hard to
achieve in their alliance.
Russell stepped out of the church feeling the first hints of a panic attack
overtaking him. While he’d tried to keep himself calm and collected
through the small service for his brother, something just felt off. It
didn’t seem right at all to be here doing such a thing. After it
was over his parents and Avery were speaking with some of those who’d
arrived to pay their respect to Grady, but Russ had needed some space.
Now standing outside the church, he tried to clear his head--to remember that
this was all a rouse, but it felt too real--too overwhelming for him to stay
within the walls of the church and pretend.
“Get a grip,” he urged himself on closing his eyes while his heart
pounded in his chest. Leaning up against the brick wall, he forced himself
to think about better times--to focus on days gone by when life was less complicated.
So much had happened over the last year and just when he thought things were
getting better, this had to blow up around them.
Feeling a vibration in his pocket, Russ realized his cell phone was alerting
him to a call. Thinking about his family inside the church, he wondered
if perhaps the one person he’d been thinking about would be calling.
Surely Grady would want to know what was happening at the memorial even if it
was a bit of a risk. Russ had hoped that Grady would refrain from calling,
but after Russ had gotten up in front of a crowd and paid his respects to the
brother he’d been so very close to, Russ needed to hear his voice to keep
the moment in perspective.
“Hello,” Russ answered the phone in a long breath.
“Russell Denton,” a woman’s voice questioned on the other
end of the line.
“Yes,” Russ began not recognizing the sound of her voice.
“You don’t know me, but I think that I can help you,” she
started to explain to him, “I saw the news about your brother’s
memorial and I think it’s important that we meet up with one another.”
“Who is this?” he questioned standing taller.
“Someone who can help you,” she explained further causing Russell
to look around the area to see if anyone was watching him. There was a
silence before the woman spoke up once again, “I sent you that package
earlier. I trust you’ve taken a look at it.”
“What package,” he questioned in confusion.
“The one that was sent to your office,” she continued to inform
him, “It should explain why I’m calling you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he started
having a flashback to the envelope that Mindy had brought into his office.
“Oh I think you do,” the woman continued, “and I can promise
you that envelope is only the beginning.”
“Beginning of what,” Russell asked with an uncanny feeling building
up in the pit of his stomach.
“The beginning of the rest of your life,” she explained with heavy
emphasis, “as I know the secrets that you’ve been seeking out.
I can tell you everything you need to know about those who are trying to destroy
you and your family. That is if you’re interested in hearing the
truth now that your future is on the line.”