Cameron’s fist pounded on Thea’s door waiting for her to open it up.
“Cameron,” Thea smiled unexpectedly, “What are you doing here?”
“Those son of a…” he started before his anger caught up with him as he
grabbed her lamp throwing it across the room.
“Alright who pissed you off now?” she questioned seeing him run his
hand roughly through his hair.
“Diego, Sarah, and that boyfriend of hers. I swear one day,” he growled
before Thea grabbed his arm.
“What did they do?” she wondered seeing him look the other way.
“They came into my house and took my wife,” Cameron yelled kicking
the table making one of the glasses fall down.
“They can’t do that,” she pointed out from the obvious.
“Well, this is different. They say that she is incapable of making her
own decisions, so Doctor Meddlesome pulled some strings and they put
her in the damn mental hospital. They are so dead!” he yelled with a
certain glare in his eyes making Thea shake her head.
“What is so bad about them taking Heather? I mean you still got me
right,” she smiled running her finger along his chest.
“I don’t think you get it…this screws everything up,” he protested
pacing back and forth with anger growing in his mind.
“Cameron, I will take care of it,” she promised seeing him turn around
with a slight smirk.
“Something tells me I knew you were going to say that,” he nodded
pleased with what she had just said.
“As far as it goes they are going to burn for what they did to you. I
am going to bury them so far for what they did to you,” she promised
him seeing the devilish look in his eyes. “I’ll make them suffer
in ways they haven’t even begun to imagine if that would please you.”
“I think I would enjoy that,” he nodded licking his lips as his cell
phone rang. “What?”
“Cameron, it’s JT,” JT started before he was cut off.
“Not now,” Cameron yelled hearing JT sigh.
“Who did what man?” JT questioned with full intention of helping his
brother. “What can I help you with? I’ll do anything for you.”
“In that case,” Cameron smiled thinking to himself as a sudden thought
came to mind.
“Why am I in here?” questioned Heather throwing her hands up in the
“This is what is best for you,” Diego pointed out seeing her fold her
arms out in front of her.
“This was your idea, wasn’t it?” Heather pointed towards Sarah seeing
“It was all our idea, we wanted you to be safe…you’re not going to be
safe with Cameron. You are safer here, away from Cameron so he can’t
come anywhere near you,” Sarah assured her seeing Heather scowl.
“Diego, you must be an idiot for doing what Sarah said. She is just a
bitch who wants to ruin my life,” Heather yelled making Sarah roll her
“Yeah Heather, that’s what I always wanted to do. Ruin your life when I
am trying to protect you. You think you have it so bad,” Sarah shook
her head not very happy with the way her sister was acting.
“Think about it Heather, if you would have stayed with Cameron... Think
what’s best for your baby,” Diego pleaded seeing Heather scowl.
“I can’t believe you put me in here bitch,” Heather lashed out walking
over to Sarah and slapping her across the face.
Sarah grabbed her face feeling a slight pain before she shook it off.
“That’s enough,” Kyle yelled grabbing Heather’s hands and getting
behind her. “When are you going to realize your sister isn’t trying to
hurt you, she is just trying to take care of you?”
“Oh now you. The only reason you are doing this is for her is because
you are a lost puppy dog. She really doesn’t love you; she just wants
to use you as muscle. That would be the same reason I used to hang out
with you too. You were a loser Kyle, nobody liked you. You were too
smart, too good for people. You were a nothing--without your sports,”
Heather lashed out before Kyle let her go raising an eyebrow.
“You know, all this time I have been worrying about you. You were always one of my best friends. I always took care of you. Look at what happened to
you, just forget it,” Kyle shook his head turning around before she
realized she had said something wrong as she went to touch his arm.
“Kyle,” Heather sighed as he pushed her hand off his arm.
“Just forget it,” Kyle shook his head lightly going over to Sarah
wrapping his arms around her.
“I didn’t mean it,” Heather sighed holding her hand to her head as
Diego shook his head.
“See that’s what’s wrong with you,” Diego sighed, “You talk before you
think. That’s why you are in here.”
“Screw you,” Heather yelled pounding her fists into his chest.
“Hey,” one of the guards grabbed her from behind dragging her back to
“All of you are going to pay for this!” Heather yelled as Sarah shook
“All I wanted to do was to save her,” Sarah declared feeling Kyle kiss
“I think the only one who could save her at this point is herself,”
Kyle shrugged looking up at Diego.
“He is right you know,” Diego started, “You did the best you could.”
“I wish she would know it,” Sarah slightly laughed knowing somehow that
this was going to end like that.
Ken walked into the smoke filled bar not really knowing what he was
doing there, yet after he’d found himself lost in memories of Caitlin,
he knew he couldn’t bring himself to spend another night at home. Sure
he had cases he should be working on--things he should focus on, but
right about now, all he could think about was finding an escape.
He needed a way to lose sight of the here and now in exchange for
something else--something surreal and somehow this place felt like it
fit the bill.
“To another night on my own,” Ken muttered under his breath ready to
delve into his own miserable existence when he spotted Carly across the
bar looking rather perplexed herself. He stopped himself for a
moment just watching her and wondering what had brought her to such a
place. Thinking back to their conversation the other night, he
felt a pang of guilt sweep over him. He’d been cold and unfeeling
with her pretending as if he hadn’t even recognized her, but the sad
truth was that he had. He’d known Carly oh too well and even now,
well he hated the way he’d treated her.
“You’re just out to torture me, aren’t you,” Ken groaned to the heavens
above before he took in a long, slow breath. God this was going
to kill him, he realized as he found himself longing to do the right
thing. Moving in her general direction, he stopped himself right
next to her clearing his throat, “So, fancy meeting you here, huh?”
“Ken,” Carly blinked up at him with obvious confusion. Shifting
in the bar stool she was seated in she cleared her throat uneasily,
“What are you doing here?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing, but instead I thought I’d
invite you to go take a seat with me,” he suggested after a moment’s
hesitation, “That is if you’re interested…”
“Well, I was going to have a drink by myself, but now that you’re here,
sure, I mean why not,” she shrugged her shoulders finding herself lost
in her own inner complications, “unless of course you’re going to yell
at me again. If that’s the case, I think I’ll stick it out over
“I swear, I’ll try to be nice,” he promised offering a small smile
before stepping aside, “Shall we?”
She nodded following him over to a booth at the far corner of the
darkened bar. Once they’d taken a seat with one another, she eyed
him intently, “So…”
“Yeah so,” he began uneasily, “I guess this is the part where I should
apologize for being a complete ass to you.”
“Given what I heard you’ve been through lately,” she reached her hand
out across the table to place it on top of his, “I think I’m the one
that owes you an apology there. I wish I’d known what happened
before I came to see you…”
“No, it was my fault. I was out of line and I know that you were
just trying to help,” Ken continued with a sigh, returning the soft
squeeze she offered before he felt a moment of unease between them,
“Carly, I really wasn’t myself that day and I didn’t give you a fair
“Yeah, well I haven’t been giving those to a lot of people lately
myself,” she explained after a moment’s hesitation, “It’s really okay
Ken. I’m just glad to see that you’re doing better now.”
“Hmm, then I must be good at showing it because the last time I checked
I was feeling downright rotten,” Ken confessed with a small smile, “I
suppose this is a good thing that I’m getting better at not letting it
“Since you put it that way, you’re doing it incredibly well,” Carly
flashed him a simple smile as the waiter came by to take their drink
orders. Once he left, the two of them continued to be lost in a
moment of silence before she spoke up again, “Seriously though I’m
really sorry for the direct approach I took there the other day.
I should’ve taken a hint and got lost like you suggested.”
“I should’ve been nicer to you,” Ken offered in response, “The fact
that I wasn’t shows that my manners have been tossed out the window
lately after the accident…”
“It’s okay,” she replied again, “You don’t have to explain yourself or
defend your actions. It’s really okay Ken.”
“See, now that’s how I always remembered you being,” Ken raised his
glass to his lips, “You were always finding ways to make someone feel
better about being a blatant asshole when in reality you should’ve been
knocking their teeth out.”
“Ever hear of the phrase kill them with kindness,” Carly replied with a
tiny laugh raising her glass to her lips to toast, “my mama always
taught me that it would get you further in life to bite back on the
harsh words until it was absolutely necessary.”
“And how does that work for you,” he questioned leaning in closer to
her over the table top.
“Like hell actually,” she revealed with a simple shake of her head,
“Actually I find that it’s absolutely necessary to explode a lot
“You’re telling me,” Ken shook his head at her, “I really don’t know
how the hell I sat back all those years just taking it. I mean
yeah I sort of understood the whole thing about principles and being
the one who followed the rules, but at the same time, well I just don’t
know why I stuck to that given what it did for me.”
“Now that doesn’t sound very much like the Kenneth Ashford I know,” she
swatted at his arm, “You’re far too optimistic to have this approach.”
“Let’s just say life has given me no reason to think to the contrary,”
he groaned in response, “and what about you? What happened to
your whole idealism of saving the world and making it a brighter place?”
“It’s still there, but given the week I’ve had I’m just about ready to
call it quits which is really bad given that I’ve got this big trial
coming up,” she confessed as the waiter brought them another round of
“Ah yes, the Kipp Mahoney murder trial,” Ken nodded in response, “I’ve
seen the papers.”
“So you have been keeping your tabs on me,” she noted with a curious
“Maybe I have,” Ken remarked with a tiny smile, “you look like that
“When I left town I figured that I’d be on the hit list there given how
things were when I left,” she confessed dropping her gaze down to the
glass in her hand.
“You mean after what happened with us,” Ken blurted out point blank,
watching the way her body tighten with clear cut tension at the
remark. She raised her eyes enough to meet his gaze before a
breath escaped her lips.
“That night was something you and I both agreed was a mistake Ken,” she
informed him with a sexy, sweet smile, “You were reeling from the loss
“And Dave was furious that you’d considered taking that position,” he
nodded at the memory, “yet somehow when we both felt we’d hit rock
bottom, we happened to wind up at this very bar…”
“Was it this one,” she feigned innocence looking around for a long
“Oh come on. You know it was,” he stretched his arm out across
the table placing his hand over hers on the table top, “We were both
upset that night Carly and we did things for each other--things that I
swear I haven’t said a word about to anyone after it happened.”
“Not even Dave?” she questioned with an arched brow.
“Especially not Dave,” he shook his head, “Imagine what he would’ve
thought had he known about his ex-fiancée and his best friend…”
“That was always the part I’d hated about what we did,” she confessed
withdrawing her hand from his, “That was the horrible part of it all.”
“You mean that’s the reason that you never called,” Ken noted watching
her squirm a bit on the seat beside him.
“From what I heard you had no problems moving on with Susan Denton
after I left, so was it really that much of a tragedy?” she questioned
with wide eyes, watching the way his gaze dropped down to her full,
“Given the memories I had of that night,” Ken slid in closer to her,
his arm stretching out over the back of the booth as he felt the warmth
of her beside him, “Yeah, I’d have to say it was a big tragedy.”
“Ken,” she spoke his name, her voice dropping to a barely there whisper
as she found herself drawn to his lips, “What is this really about?”
“Feeling better Carly,” Ken eased his thumb out across her cheekbone,
drawing a shiver from her parted lips as he leaned forward, “When my
world fell apart before you were the one woman to really complete me.”
“We just made things more complicated Ken,” Carly breathed, dropping
her hand down atop of his leg as their eyes connected.
“Complications often find a way to erase the problems that surround
you…” he murmured sliding his fingers into her darkened hair, “besides
things are different now.”
“Yet they’re still the same in so many ways,” she turned in towards
him, his breath skimming in over her features.
“It was as if fate brought us back to this very spot where it all began
for us. I need you Carly. You have no idea how close I am
to losing it tonight,” he revealed a tight whisper erupting from his
“When I came to you the other night it wasn’t because I was looking for
this,” Carly started to explain herself, “I was reading up on the
Henderson case and…”
“And you have the most beautiful, kissable lips I’ve ever seen.
If I don’t have a taste of them right this very moment I may as well
burst,” Ken mouthed cutting off her words as their lips melded into a
moment of complete madness. The kiss had started off innocent
enough, but soon it had exploded into something larger, something
intense and scorching in it’s own right until Carly pulled away.
“Ken, are you sure that we’re not making another mistake here,” Carly
questioned thinking of how she and Dave were still on the outs with one
another. He’d pretty much told her how little he’d thought of her
and with Ken, well they did have a certain connection even if it was
based on misery.
“Maybe we are, but you have to ask yourself, will it hurt any less if
we stop ourselves now,” he countered a sexy darkness in his voice.
“It might,” she revealed, feeling his finger brush up against her leg,
revealing his seductive intent.
“Does that mean you want me to leave? That you want me to forget
the fact that for some reason fate has pulled us to this place again?”
he questioned with an obvious interest.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying, but I know you’re drunk and when
you’re drunk, well this starts to happen,” she confessed sliding her
arm around his waist without a second thought.
“I’m not as drunk as you think I am,” he replied burying his face in
her neck, “and if you give me a chance to prove that to you, you might
find that we would make an incredible team on things that go beyond
work related issues.”
“I know what kind of team we make in bed Ken,” Carly sat up straighter,
“but the question is are you really ready for something like
that? Is that really what you want to throw yourself into now of
all times in your life?”
“You tell me,” Ken declared boldly claiming her lips with an unyielding
hunger as the two found themselves caught up in the spirit of passion
in the midst of the darkened out of the way bar with one another.
“In fact, what do you say we get out of here?”
“My hotel’s not anywhere near where it was the last time…” Carly
replied in a sultry whisper.
“That’s okay, I’d be more than happy to pay for the cab,” Ken mouthed
reaching for her hand, “Let’s get out of here.”
“After you,” she replied sliding out of the booth with him ready to
encounter whatever happened next as the two made their way outside into
As promised Ken had arranged for a cab taking them back to her hotel.
The thunderclouds above added a roar above as Ken and Carly exited the cab after
the intense ride they‘d experienced making out in the back of the car
with one another. The short walk from the cab to the lobby had them both
soaked, but by the time they were alone in the elevators none of that held any
relevance as she was already working his jacket down off of his shoulders.
“You’re still too far away,” Ken murmured pulling her in flush against
him as his hands dropped down over her bottom.
“You’ve absolutely lost your mind Ken,” Carly replied leaning forward
to nibble on his lower lip, “this is crazy.”
“Even so, I appreciate your indulging me,” he remarked pressing her in
against the elevator wall, dropping his jacket down to the floor before
his hands swept in underneath her skirt, sliding it up over her hips.
“Ken, wait,” she broke away from his kiss, “I think we need to make it
to my room first.”
“We could, but where would be the fun in that one,” Ken questioned with
a tiny laugh dropping his jacket to the ground before she started
tearing away at his shirt, “I was thinking maybe we could just cut to
the chase here and now…”
“Ken, you’ve got a dirty little mind,” Carly couldn’t help but laugh
lightly devouring his mouth in a heated frenzy.
“Yeah, so sue me, I’d love to take you on in the courtroom, but tonight
before we hit the bedroom, how about we start in the elevator,” he
suggested letting desire reign control between them as it felt a hell
of a lot better than spending another night dreaming about the one
thing he could never have back again.
Guy paced up and down the hallway wondering what was going on with
Brooke. Why hadn’t he heard anything more yet? What was
going on in there and furthermore why hadn’t anyone told him what was
happening? He looked to his father again as if seeking out
answers that neither one of them could provide one another with.
“Everything will be okay,” Richard offered up hopefully despite his own
lingering doubts given the accident Brooke had been in, “Your mother’s
“And she’s had so many battles to face this year already,” Guy pointed
out with a heavy frown, “What if this time things don’t pan out for
“We can’t think like that son,” Richard tried to assure Guy as Ria
stepped out from behind the doors before them.
“Mr. Morrison,” Ria approached him with a somber expression.
“Yes?” Richard questioned eagerly, “What is going on with my wife?”
“We’re doing all we can with her, but given the fall that she’d taken,
well she’s lucky to be alive,” Ria began dropping her hands into her
pocket before clearing her throat again.
“So she’s still alive then, yes?” Guy rushed over to his father’s side,
hope spilling over his features, “She’s going to be okay?”
“I can’t make any guarantees at this point, but given how far she fell,
she’s in a pretty bad state,” Ria continued to explain, “She’s in
critical condition and there is swelling on the brain. We’re
still working on pin pointing all the injuries that have come about
from the point of impact, but…”
“But what?” Guy questioned feeling a moment of hysteria coming on, “Are
you saying that my mother is going to die?”
“What I’m trying to tell you is that she’s lucky she’s made it this
far,” Ria brought her hands out into her dark hair, “What she needs
right now is a miracle and a lot of prayers. Maybe that will be
the key to all of this in going beyond what modern medicine can do.”
“So right now it’s in God’s hands,” Richard remarked thinking about Ria
was telling him. Taking a step backwards, he thought to his
strained relationship with Brooke. How they’d hated one another,
then she’d been kidnapped and now…
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more assistance,” Ria apologized in her
best professional tone before her pager went off, “If you’ll excuse me…”
“Of course,” Richard nodded before taking a seat.
“So what does this mean?” Guy questioned in confusion, “Where do we go
“I think we should do like she said and start praying,” Richard
replied worry evident in his tone, “Your mother needs as much support
as we can give her right about now.”
“How did this happen,” Guy shook his head again, “I mean what happened…”
“I think I might know,” Dave’s voice broke through their
conversation. Richard looked up to see the police chief standing
before him seemingly very perplexed, “I’m sorry about what happened to
“So am I,” Richard rose to his feet again, “but if you could provide
some insight on what might’ve happened…”
“I’d like to do that, but right now I need to speak with Avery,” Dave
confessed his jaw tight with obvious tension.
“Avery? Why Avery?,” Guy blinked back in confusion, “Is she hurt
“What’s wrong with my daughter,” Richard questioned as well clearly
unaware of Avery’s presence at the hospital, “I’d received information
that Brooke was at BBK when the incident took place, but…”
“Avery was there as well,” Dave explained quickly, “I was told she’s in
much better condition than Brooke, but I need to talk to her about a
few things. I was going to say something when we’d gotten word on
Brooke’s condition, but this can’t wait.”
“What happened with my wife and my daughter?” Richard asked again
finding himself baffled by the situation at hand.
“That’s what I’m here to find out and I’m hoping your daughter can
provide me with the answers I need,” Dave informed him with a heavy
sigh hoping that when he did uncover the truth about what happened that
it didn’t pan out the way he was fearing it would go.
“Oh look at that,” Blake pointed out a wedding dress that she liked in
one of the books.
“That is such a pretty dress,” Jade smiled as Blake looked over at
“What do you think?” Blake questioned to Seth making him smile.
“I think you would look perfect in anything,” he assured her as Blake
“Oh now you are being a suck up,” Jade laughed hitting her brother
lightly oh the arm.
“I am not,” he laughed before Blake smiled.
“Look, Seth you could wear one of these suits,” Blake smiled pointing
to a dark gray suit.
“I don’t think so,” he laughed before Blake looked up, “Me and gray
don’t work to well.”
“I can’t wait for us to be together. It’s so perfect--I mean we
are in love and we are going to get married. We will be together
forever,” Blake smiled to herself before Seth leaned down kissing her
Something about what Blake had just said got Jade thinking about her
own hopes for the future. She realized that if Grady didn’t get out of
this, they might never be together. Never get married and have a
family…they would never be happy.
“You know what guys? I am feeling a little tired, I’m going to go
home,” Jade sighed standing up.
“Are you going to be okay?” Seth questioned standing up and putting his
hand on her shoulder.
“Of course,” Jade nodded before Blake frowned.
“I guess that means I will see you later,” Blake shrugged before
hugging her. “Thanks for everything.”
“No problem,” Jade smiled before walking over to the door and walking
Seth waved goodbye as she stepped out on the sidewalk pulling out her
cell phone dialing a number.
“Hey, it’s Jade. Can we talk?” Jade sighed.
“You know what Heather said isn’t true,” Sarah sighed seeing Kyle shut
the door behind him. She just wanted to get away from all this; she
couldn’t take all of this.
“I know,” he hushed her before pulling her in his arms and hugging her
tightly. “I just can’t believe she treats you like this.”
“Yeah, I would have never imagined things like this when we were kids,”
Sarah kind of half laughed thinking back to when they used to get
“Don’t worry, she will come to her senses. Soon or later,” he promised
her running his hand down her back.
“Well,” she sighed backing up, “Diego is helping me transfer the baby
somewhere else, and so he will be safe and away from Cameron.”
“Diego is really a good guy for doing all this, I hope you realize
that,” Kyle pointed out seeing Sarah nod.
“I knew that all along, he cares for my sister,” Sarah laughed seeing
“I think a little more than the both of us know,” Kyle suggested
tilting his head to the side and pulling out a slight smile.
“Well, I will be taking care of the baby until Heather comes to her
senses,” Sarah sighed feeling a tear fall from her eye, “Which at this
point looks like never.”
“Hey,” Kyle frowned raising his hand to wipe a tear from her cheek
“I’m just so worried Kyle, what if nothing ever gets better between me
and Heather,” she cried as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Everything will get better,” he promised her feeling her rest her head
against his chest.
“I don’t think so,” she declared feeling Kyle’s hand run through her
“Right now at this point the only thing that matters is she is safe,”
he started kissing her forehead lightly. “And that baby, he is going to
be safe because of you.”
“I guess your right,” she sighed looking up at him seeing him frown
wiping another tear from her cheek.
“You’re a great person, don’t let Heather bring you down,”
Kyle sighed running his hand along her face lightly.
“So are you Kyle and that’s why I love you,” she slightly smiled as he
leaned down kissing her lightly.
“Heather,” Diego almost said her name in a whisper making her turn
“What do you want?” Heather questioned with a scowl seeing him shrug.
“I know you are mad at me,” he started before Heather cut him off as
she threw her hands up in the air.
“What were you thinking listening to my sister!” Heather yelled making
him shake his head.
“It was my original idea Heather,” he pointed out seeing her jaw drop,
“Yeah, mine not hers.”
“But why?” she asked seeing him laugh.
“I don’t think you realize how guilty I am feeling right now,” he
pointed out putting his hand on his head.
“You should be,” she laughed seeing him look up at her.
“No I shouldn’t,” he confirmed tilting his head, “You may not like all
of this, but it’s for the best that you are here.”
“How do you guys think that?” she questioned with a scowl.
“Heather, I am not going to let Cameron put his hands on you once
again,” Diego yelled. “He can’t control you or your life. He would of
“What do you care about me?” she questioned seeing him laugh.
“Heather, I care for you and that baby. Why do you think I did all of
this?” he wondered waiting for her answer, but all he heard was
Heather couldn’t think like this, she could see his point and she did
want to be away from Cameron. This just had to be the way to do it and
she wasn’t going to forgive that easily.
Carly curled into Ken, snuggling into his chest tangled up in sheets as
they lay together in her hotel room, lost in the aftermath of what
they’d shared with one another. As promised Ken had more than
delivered in the elevator until finally they’d returned to her bedroom
for another round. Now as they lay in silence, she found herself
thinking about how it was that they’d found themselves falling into
this awkward position again after all these years.
“So did you really follow my career after I left,” Carly questioned
raising her head up from his damp chest to look at his face.
He nodded with a sheepish grin, “More than I care to admit. I
guess you could say you picked up a fan in me.”
“Because of my legal record or because of that night we’d had like this
one,” she questioned curiously watching his grin expand.
“The last night we had together was most certainly not like this one as
it didn’t even come close to this,” he confessed trailing his finger
tips up and down over her smooth skin, “This one is a chart topper.”
“Now I know you’re just using your pretty words on me Ken,” she
couldn’t help but giggle, leaning down to press feathery light kisses
over the center of his chest, “but I suppose that isn’t really relevant
right now, is it?”
“No, I guess it’s not,” Ken sighed closing his eyes and fighting like
hell to keep his thoughts from lingering back to the woman he’d loved
“So what was she like,” Carly questioned breaking through his thoughts.
“What?” he reopened his eyes again.
“What was Caitlin like,” she asked again propping herself up on her
elbows to look down at him, “She must’ve been something special to have
you love her like you do. I mean if you‘re thinking about her
right now after what we just shared…”
“Carly, what we just experienced was magical. It was something
quite erotic and…” Ken started feeling a moment of guilt slip over him.
“And it doesn’t change where your heart is,” she tried to
assure him, massaging her fingers over his muscled body, “so tell me…what
was Caitlin like?”
“She was amazing,” Ken finally revealed dropping his head back on the
pillows, “She was everything I’d ever dreamt about having in my life
and I knew from the moment I met her that she was something
special. I loved her with all that I am…I still love her and I
think that’s the part that hurts so damn much in all of this.”
“Just because she’s gone doesn’t mean that your feelings have to leave
with her. Real love like that doesn’t just fade away overnight,”
Carly reminded him rolling off of him and moving in beside him.
She pulled the sheet up over her body before turning on her side to
face him, “Ken, you don’t have to pretend that part of you is gone now
that she’s dead.”
“I’m not pretending,” Ken tilted his head to meet her worried stare,
“It’s really left with her. All of the things that I wanted to
be--all of my dreams…they went out the window when she died. It’s
as if this huge chunk of who I am faded without any chance of returning
when she was ripped out of my life.”
“Ken, I’m sure that she wouldn’t want you to be torturing yourself like
I can see you’re doing,” she reached out to smooth her fingers through
his hair sensing the severity of the pain that he was experiencing,
“From what I’ve seen, you’ve done great things with your life and your
career. Caitlin obviously played a huge part in the happiness
you’ve had in your life…”
“Yes, but like with Wendy, it’s gone and there isn’t a damn thing I can
do to have it back,” Ken let out an ironic laugh, “You know when Wendy
left my life I really thought that I wasn’t going to make it. I
thought that it was the end of the world and that I’d never love again,
but then Caitlin came into my life and all of a sudden that
changed. I stopped living in the what if and started to open my
heart again. But what was it for? The outcome was still the
same and here I am the fool for getting wrapped up in it again.”
“No, Ken, you weren’t a fool,” Carly forced him to face her, “You can’t
think like that. What you and Caitlin shared together was
obviously special. To find love--really, truly, meant to be kind
of love is one of the most incredible gifts in this world and even if
you had it in your life for a brief passing moment, it’s something that
you should always hold onto. It’s something that you should keep
in your heart forever.”
“On some level I know that, but in the same sense when I realize that
the love isn’t there to hold onto anymore--to kiss good-night or make
plans for a family and a future,” Ken paused thinking about what he was
saying. Shaking his head, he let out a groan, “I’m so out of line
on this one. I mean here we are in bed together and I’m going on
and on about Caitlin…”
“Ken, that’s all the more reason that we should talk about this,” Carly
continued with a slight frown. She glided her fingers over his
chest in a tender, soothing type motion, “I made no illusions about why
we came together tonight. I know you don’t love me and hell if
you said you did, then it would cheapen this. Tonight was about
healing…not about falling into romance together.”
“Spoken like a man would say it,” Ken shook his head at her, “Somehow I
never expected to have a woman tell me that after we’d had a sexathon
in her hotel room.”
“Does that disappoint you?” she questioned tossing her dark hair over
“I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t a bit of a relief,” he confessed
sliding in closer to her. He curled his arm around her slender
waist, “but at the same time I don’t want you thinking that this was
entirely meaningless to me either.”
“Ken, what we have is…well, I don’t think there are any words for us,”
she offered up with an ironic laugh, “but in it’s own way, it makes
sense. We make sense together and even if it’s for all the wrong
reasons, I needed tonight.”
“So tell me,” he eased his hand through her soft, dark hair, “What has
Dave done now?”
“He thinks I’m here with an agenda to bury him and everyone else,”
Carly let out a pained laugh, “and here the truth is that I came back
here because I was hoping that somehow Dave and I could fix things…that
maybe just maybe we could be together again and pick up where we’d left
off all those years ago. I mean how stupid does that make me?”
“You mean for wanting to find love and happiness in your life?” he
arched a curious brow, “Carly, that makes you no more a fool than I am.”
“Yeah, well the sad truth is I don’t deserve a man like Dave,” she
snuggled in closer to him leaning her head on his chest, “Maybe I never
“Or maybe it was Dave that never deserved you,” Ken suggested holding
her closer to him, “There aren’t many women like you Carly.”
“What? You mean you haven’t found there are plenty of women to
hop into bed with you no strings attached like this,” she questioned
with a stifled laugh.
“No, that’s not what this is. That isn’t at all what we’re doing
here tonight. The truth to the matter is that what you said
before is how it is. There aren’t words to explain what we have
together, but it’s something that defies all logic. I mean here I
was tonight ready to drink myself into another state of uselessness,
but just when I was about to lose all control, there you were…” Ken
offered in response.
“And what did I give to you Ken?” she countered with a curious look,
“Other than well this…”
“Well, for starters, you have me being honest for the first time with
myself since Caitlin died,” Ken revealed with a simple shake of his
head, “I haven’t been able to pry my head out of my ass since she left
me and now that I’ve talked about it…well, I’m not going to say that it
makes the situation better because it can’t ever be better with her
being gone, but…”
“But what?” she questioned noting his long silence.
“But I feel like for the first time since this all began someone
understands. I know that you’re not judging me or thinking up
some ulterior motive to try to use this as a bargaining chip for some
greedy, personal agenda,” he continued after a moment of contemplation.
“Well, I was saving that for next week, but now that you mentioned it,”
she teased in an effort to lighten the mood.
“Carly, I’m serious,” Ken shifted beneath her rolling her onto her back
before he moved in over her, “What I’m trying to say is that tonight
you’ve got me thinking about things…really thinking about the things
that matter and maybe it’s time that I stop dwelling in how miserable I
am. Maybe it’s time that I start thinking about those who are
depending on me.”
“You mean like little Randy Henderson,” she noted watching his
expression change as he remained above her.
“I owe him a lot more than I’ve been giving him and his family, but I’m
just so unsure that I can give them my all. They deserve that and
more, but after Caitlin died…” he shook his head damning his own
actions, “It’s like I forgot them.”
“You didn’t forget. Life just came to bite you in the butt for a
little while, but I’m sure that you’ll be able to help them. If
anyone can do it, you can,” Carly tried to assure him, “Ken, you’re one
hell of a lawyer and I know you can win this one.”
“Caitlin believed that too,” he admitted thinking about the woman he’d
loved so very much.
“She was obviously a smart woman with incredible taste,” Carly reached
out to touch his face urging him to look at her again, “Ken, I know
that the Hendersons will finally see justice with you leading the
battle against Midlands.”
“I just don’t know if I could do it alone. When Caitlin was
around I was sure that we could win this, but now…” Ken paused his
thoughts swirling in his mind before a realization dawned in upon him,
“Carly, you asked me the other day if I would left you in on this case…”
“Ken, you don’t have to. I now see how important it is and…” she
started noting the strange look that crossed over his features.
“And I want you with me on this. Together we can take on Midlands
and anything else that Cameron Stone tosses at us. I’m sure of
it,” he bent down to claim her lips in a desperate kiss, “Please…say
you’ll forget my ridiculous refusal for help and that you’ll join me on
“Ken, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea given that tonight we’ve
been…” she dropped her hands down underneath the sheet sliding her
fingers over his body, taking the time to relish in the more intimate
places between them.
“This doesn’t effect my ability to be professional,” Ken insisted
dropping his mouth down to nibble on her neck, “We can find a way to
make it work somehow…”
“But Ken…” she pleaded with him closing her eyes and savoring every
skilled stroke his mouth made over her body.
“We’d make an excellent team and after tonight,” Ken’s lips returned to
hers again, “We can swear this off because it’ll be out of our system,
She watched his dark eyes burn into hers as their bodies melded
together again, pleading for another union between them. His lips
came crashing down on top of hers as her fingers teased over his back,
scratching and squeezing with every movement he made over her.
“I’m sure we can work out some kind of arrangement,” she nodded in
between soft moans, “We can think of something…”
“I knew we could,” Ken mouthed just above her lips, “and before I
forget to say it. Thank you for everything…”
“Ken, I didn’t do anything, but…” she started feeling him silence her
with a soft, tender kiss.
“Yes, yes you did and it means everything to me,” he revealed the tone
of the moment changing as they fell into another sensual silence taking
the time to express themselves in ways that words couldn’t even come
close to with one another.
“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say Dave,” Richard frowned
following the police chief up to his daughter’s hospital room, “Are you
trying to imply that my daughter had something to do with what’s going
on with Brooke?”
“All I’m saying is that I’d like to have a word with her about what
happened before I jump to any conclusions,” Dave responded entering
Avery’s hospital room only to discover she wasn’t there, “What the…”
“Avery,” Guy called out his sister’s name surprised to discover that
she was no where in sight. Spinning around at Dave, he glared at
him, “What have you done to her? What’s this really about?”
“I haven’t done anything with her. I just came to talk to her
and…” Dave started apologetically as Barbara passed by the room.
“Barbara, hold on a second.”
“Yes,” she turned to look at him with her normal pleasant demeanor, “is
there something I can do for you?”
“Where’s Avery Denton?” Dave questioned in confusion, “I was told she
was staying in this room, but if she’s been moved…”
“Oh no,” Barbara shook her head in response, “She hasn’t been
moved. She’s just downstairs in the chapel.”
“In the chapel,” Richard’s eyes widened as he heard her words, “Oh God,
what has happened to my daughter.”
“Dad wait,” Guy chased off after his father who was now in a state of a
“Thanks Barbara,” Dave offered politely before chasing the duo eager to
find out what had prompted Avery to such a place. Was it perhaps
guilt or something more?
“Whatever is going on with my daughter, I don’t want you going anywhere
near her until I speak with her,” Richard informed him point blank, “If
she’s been hurt…”
“I just want to know what happened back in her office when your wife
was thrown from that window,” Dave continued to inform him, “It’s part
of the routine investigation and…”
“And seeing that you’re the one who is here to speak with Avery
something tells me there’s a whole lot more to this story than you’re
willing to offer, which is why you’re not going near my daughter until
I speak with her first,” Richard warned him sharply.
“Spoken as a father or as her legal representation?” Dave questioned
folding his arms in front of his chest.
“Legal representation,” Guy blinked back at him, “Don’t tell me that
you think Avery was somehow behind this because Avery would never,
“Of course she wouldn’t Guy,” Richard barked back with an icy glare in
Dave’s general direction, “and once I speak with her we can get this
situation all cleared up right away…”
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask her a few questions whether you
like it or not,” Dave announced as the elevator doors opened and the
trio made their way down to the chapel in a haste.
Throwing the doors open Richard entered only to discover Avery standing
over by the altar with Brant’s arm around her. His eyes widened
in confusion as they stood together before a man, both seemingly
wrapped up in some kind of moment of seriousness between them.
“Avery,” Richard called out to his daughter catching her attention as
she turned to look at him.
“Daddy,” she replied with a breath before rushing from where she stood
over to him. Once she’d reached him, she threw her arms around
him eagerly, “Oh daddy, thank God you’re here.”
“Avery, what’s going on?” Richard questioned blankly taking note that
she wasn’t wearing a hospital gown, but rather she was dressed in some
kind of white dress.
“Daddy, I was…” Avery started to explain feeling her head swimming with
so many thoughts all at once.
“Avery, I need to talk to you,” Dave interrupted boldly making his
presence known, “Given what happened in your office earlier, I think it
would be best if you and I have a little talk about the events leading
up to your mother’s being thrown from that window.”
“I’d like to speak with her first,” Richard snapped back at him, “I
will talk to my daughter.”
“This can’t wait,” Dave replied urgently.
“Yes it can and it will,” Richard snarled back at him wondering if
Avery did in fact have something to do with what he’d heard about
Brooke. Still, the idea was preposterous.
“It’s alright Richard. Dave isn’t going to say anything to Avery
right now. If he wants to talk to her, then he can do it later
because right now she needs to get back upstairs. She’s been hurt
today and…” Brant started breaking his silence as he too joined the
rest of the group.
“I’m afraid that’s not going to do. I need to speak with Avery
right away and…” Dave insisted with obvious irritation.
“No Dave, you’re not listening. I’m not going to let you bother
her right now considering that she needs to get back upstairs,” Brant
continued with a firm warning look.
“Brant, it’s okay I can…” Avery spoke up again her voice shaky with
“No you can’t,” Brant shook his head before he addressed Dave once
again, “If you have any questions for my wife, you’ll have to go
through me first. Is that understood?”
“Your what?” Richard questioned in confusion.
“Did you just say your wife,” Guy’s jaw dropped in an obvious state of
“That’s right,” Avery took a step away from her father before reaching
for Brant’s hand and lacing their fingers with one another, “Brant and
I are married. He‘s my husband.”