Jackie clashed over studio business. Jackie arranged
for the script Brooke was rallying for to be delivered
to Rydell Productions. David raced to Brooke's
townhouse, fearing that Kyle was there. When he
arrived, Brooke was alone and he realized Kyle was toying
with him. Later, David filled Brooke in on his
past with Kyle, claiming he'd worked at one of Royce's
hotels and had used it as a front for a drug operation.
When he'd been caught by Stephanie's partner,
Dugan, he had the hotel blown up with Dugan inside.
Stephanie told the same story to Jordan, explaining
that she and Kyle had been in a relationship, and she'd
put her career in jeopardy by asking her partner to
drop the case. Kyle called Stephanie and taunted
her. T.T. bought tickets for him and Renee to
go away on a two-week cruise. Suzanne came to
Brett's rescuse and agreed to babysit Violet. Later,
Suzanne turned down an offer to reprise her role on
The Young at Heart. Brett turned Marilee down
when she attempted to seduce him. Suzanne told
Benji that they were moving to a new house together.
Miranda and Stormy followed Eddie to Quinn Rainer's
house, learning that he was helping her find her missing
brother. Kyle convinced Alex to make changes to
her life if she wasn't happy with it. Later, she
was surprised when he kissed her. Kyle dropped
by Brooke's house and revealed that Will Thomerson was
Brooke’s eyes were
a steely pale blue as she stared Kyle down.
How could he come to her door and say these things? How could he use Ethan’s memory
like this? So what if his eyes were
strikingly similar to his. So what if
they shared the same dirty blond hair color and the same strong jaw line. This man was not to be trusted.
“Aren’t you going
to say anything?” Kyle asked, standing on the porch of her townhouse beneath
the moonlight. “I know it’s unexpected, but
I thought you’d at least have a reaction.”
“What do you want?”
she asked tersely. Her hand rested on
the door, prepared to slam it closed at a moments notice.
“Nothing. I just felt like I should tell you. David’s probably filled your head with lies
about me. I wanted to tell you my side
of the story.”
“David told me you
were involved in a drug cartel. You
killed a cop. You went to prison. He never said anything about you being Will
David doesn’t know,” Kyle explained. “I
didn’t think it was newsworthy until I came here and learned that his
half-sister almost married my brother.”
“I don’t understand,”
“Two years after he
left Kansas and went to New York, Will Thomerson had an affair with
a woman named Maureen Adams. An actress
who starred in one of his productions on Broadway. She got pregnant and he paid her off. Said kids weren’t in his plans for being a
Broadway producer. Then she gave me up
for adoption. I guess I wasn’t in her
“Did you ever meet
him? Will, I mean.”
Kyle nodded. “I tracked him down when I was twenty-one. He wanted nothing to do with me. I didn’t know then that he had another son.”
away. “That’s because neither of them
knew until a few years ago.” She thought
about James and the fact that he’d hid the truth from them for almost thirty
years. Ethan had been destroyed when he
found out, and Will kidnapped Michael in retaliation.
“What about your
mother?” she wanted to know.
Kyle looked over
her shoulder into the house. “Can I come
in? This might be easier if I wasn’t
standing on the porch.”
“No,” she said
succinctly, closing the door half-way in case he tried anything.
“I couldn’t find
her,” Kyle sighed. “When the Fenwicks
told me I was adopted I looked for her.
I wanted answers. When I didn’t
get the ones I wanted, I chalked it up to fate.
Maybe they weren’t meant to be in my life.”
“Will’s dead, you
know,” Brooke told him. “He was
He nodded. “Yes, that girl shot him. Jordan Rydell’s daughter. I heard about it.”
“If she hadn’t,
someone else would have. He was a
deviant. You were better off without
him. Ethan would have been a different
person had he been raised by Will.”
“I’d like to hear
more about Ethan,” Kyle announced.
“Maybe we can talk sometime.
Without a door between us.”
Why did this man
seem so different from the portrait that David painted? He didn’t seem to want anything. Circumstances had brought him to L.A. and he just so happened
to have shared a father with Ethan.
“I don’t think so,”
she said, thinking better of it. She
trusted David, and if he said Kyle was bad news, then she was inclined to
believe him. “Goodbye.”
And the door closed
between them. Securely fastening the
deadbolt, Brooke took a step back and wondered if he was telling the
truth. And if so, was he anything like
Lounging on the
sundeck of the Coral Princess as it floated along the French Riviera, Renee
Dewitt sipped a coconutty drink and watched the sun as it began to set. It had been a gloriously lazy day and her
mind casually wandered. A light breeze
brought echoes of music. Wasn’t that an
orchestra playing? Lush strings and
mellow horns laced with Latin congas.
They must be rehearsing for tonight’s captain’s ball. She and T.T. were invited to his table. She wondered what she would wear and what
songs they would dance to. She wondered
if they would return to his cabin or hers when they finally decided to call it
a night. So many things to think
of. He cocktail was too sweet, that was
for sure. But she decided to have
another one before she went to get ready.
She felt like she had all the time in the world. She’d never been more in love in her life…
Shaking her head to
dispel the cruel images from the past, Renee rose from her lounger on the pool
deck of the Royal Princess. Clad in a
white one-piece custom swim suit and large round sunglasses, she made her way
to the pool and slowly lowered herself down the ladder. She let the cool water invigorate her, wash
away the humiliation of that first cruise with T.T. Levitt. The cruise where they met and spent every
night for fourteen days together. The
same cruise where she learned he had a fiancé back in New York City. Julia Harris was to become the new Mrs. T.T.
Levitt, and he had every intention of going through with it. She’d been nothing more than a
distraction. A plaything while he
cruised about the Mediterranean.
Suddenly, a hand
clamped down on her shoulder, and there was T.T., grinning at her
surprise. “Hello beautiful,” he said,
pulling her back into the water with him.
“What did I catch you dreaming about?”
“You,” she said
“Good things I
“Some good things.”
Turning her toward
him, T.T. brushed his lips against her neck.
“I knew it was a risk bringing you on this cruise because of what
happened before. But
nothing has to change
between us. That was a long time ago.”
“I know,” Renee
said dismissively. “I’m trying to let go
of the past. I just need some time,
twenty-five years,” T.T. said sternly.
“Now either you want to be with me or you don’t. Which is it, Renee?”
She could tell he
meant business. It was time to end her
primadonna antics and give in to her feelings.
“I want to be with you,” she finally said with an apologetic pout.
placed his arms around her and lifted her up out of the pool, laughing while
twirling her around in his arms. Shrieks
of delight escaped her throat while other passengers watched in amusement.
At six a.m.,
Miranda was alert and eager to get the road-trip to Storm Lake
started. Something about pitching in and
helping Quinn find her missing brother made her feel worthwhile, because since
Hotel Terranova burned down, she hadn’t done a single productive thing. Maybe she was destined to be Eddie’s Gal
Friday – helping him with cases and doing good things to help the Quinn
Rainer’s of the world. And with her and
Eddie’s new romantic relationship, there would be all kinds of adorable
one-liners and sexual undercurrents. The
more she thought about it, the more it
sounded like a bad detective show on TV.
They arrived at
Quinn’s house in Bel Air promptly at six.
Miranda volunteered to go up and get her. While walking to the front door, she observed
a shiny blue Mustang in the driveway.
She didn’t take Quinn for a Mustang person.
She rang the
doorbell and offered a chipper smile when Quinn answered. “Ready to go?” she asked.
darted out to the porch and closed the door behind her. “Yeah, let’s go.” She wasted no time in taking her hand and
leading her off the porch.
“Wait, I wanted to
see your mom before we left,” Miranda said.
“I wanted to apologize for how crazy I acted the other day. She probably thought I was a lunatic.”
Quinn shrugged and waved
a hand through the air. “She’s
fine. Probably already forgot about it.”
“Are you sure? Because if she-“
Frowning at her
persistent behavior, she followed her down to the car where Eddie was waiting
with the engine running.
The house in
Sherman Oaks was typical of most that were built in the Valley in the late
seventies. A two-story structure with a
stone façade and a kidney shaped Spanish tile pool in a backyard that
overlooked the mountains. A line of high-reaching
poplar trees bordered the property. It
was no Beverly Hills, and certainly no Switzerland,
but Benji decided it was livable.
“What do you
think?” Suzanne asked, ridiculously elated, hands on hips while they stood in
the sunken living room.
“Which one’s my
room?” Benji asked, gazing upstairs.
“Take your pick.”
While he bolted up
to the second floor, Jordan
peered out the window. “You sure about
this?” he asked, clad in a navy Gucci tracksuit. “You can stay at the house, you know. I never asked you to move out.”
while she casually inspected the fireplace.
“Yeah, and how long do you think that arrangement would work?” she
asked. “Sharing a house with your
ex-wife? Definitely would cramp your
lifestyle. No, it’s time I get out on my
own. You’ve protected me for long
he asked with a deep frown. What exactly was she implying?
“I’m not blind, Jordan,”
she said knowingly. “I’ve seen the
tension between you and Detective Callahan. There’s obviously something going on there.”
He rolled his eyes
with a groan. “There’s nothing going on,
I can assure you of that.” No, because the woman was a robot and
refused to offer up any human emotion.
continued, measuring out the dining room by stepping heel to toe from one wall
to the other. “You’re a man with needs
and I don’t intend on getting in the way.”
“A man with needs?”
he asked incredulously. Now she was
making him sound like a dog in heat. “I
don’t know where you got this idea that I’m a horny old man, but-“
“I was gone for
thirteen years, Jordan. I have some idea of what went on during that
time. Alex, Renee, the models, the
hookers. It’s okay. It was my choice not to come back.”
desperately to change subjects. “Anyway,
when I said it was your turn to worry about Benji, I didn’t mean you had to
move out. There’s got to be some middle
At that moment,
Benji bounded down the stairs. “I’m
gonna check out the pool,” he said, heading for the sliding doors off the dining
Jordan and Suzanne
exchanged glances and he held his hands up in resignation before following his
son into the back yard.
“Is this all okay
with you?” Jordan
asked, watching Benji collect bugs from the surface with the net. “Moving out here with your mom.”
shrugged. “It’s fine. It’ll be good to have a mom again.”
Jordan looked at him
knowingly. Something was off. “This wouldn’t be another one of your schemes
to get back at us, would it?”
“I know you, Benji,
and I know how you operate. The schemes,
the manipulations, it’s par for the course.
I was oblivious for the entire last year. Meanwhile you were telling Alex that I beat
you, aligning yourself with Frank Dunning, and telling Callahan that I beat up
point?” Benji asked belligerently.
“What’s the plan
this time?” he asked, hating to be so suspicious of his son, but knowing not to
take anything at face value. “Get close
to your mother and then hang her up to dry to get back at her for abandoning
you? Just so you remember, I was the one
who took her away. If you want to blame
anyone, blame me.”
“I’m not trying to
get back at her,” Benji insisted. “She’s
making an effort, which is a lot more than I can say for you. I got here and you just ignored me. Too busy with Heather and Alex and whatever
drama you were involved in that week.”
“Don’t do that,” Jordan said,
shaking his head. “That’s bullshit
generalization and you know it.”
“And telling me I’m
up to my usual schemes isn’t?” He threw
his hands up in resignation. “Forget
it. Think what you want.”
Before Jordan could
stop him, he darted back inside the house.
turned his gaze to the pool. True, he
expected the worst, but history had taught him well. This reformed act of Benji’s wouldn’t last
forever, and he shuddered to think what would happen then.
All of Kyle’s talk
about starting over and doing things right this time had Alex amped up for
action. She couldn’t very well fix the
mistakes she’d made with her three children, and having another child as Kyle
had suggested was preposterous, so she decided to focus on what she could
change. Her career.
“Can I get you
anything, Miss Reynolds?” her pretty French housekeeper asked.
“Some tea would be
lovely, Veronique,” Alex replied from her relaxed position on the sofa.
She didn’t care
what Miranda said. Kyle Fenwick was such
a positive influence on her. For
starters, he saved her life. And
secondly, he inspired her to change
her life. How on earth could anyone
claim he was bad news? Sadly, it meant
her daughter had lost more respect for her.
Miranda probably thought she was a foolish woman who didn’t know what
she was doing. It drove her crazy, so
she took another one of Veronique’s oxycontin to make herself feel better. And she did.
on the sofa, she called Bruce Boynton, her agent, and put the phone on
Management,” the man answering the phone said.
“Bruce’s Boynton’s office.”
“Get him,” Alex barked,
taking the cup of tea from Veronique and swallowing another pill.
“Excuse me?” said
“Get him!” she said,
louder this time.
A few seconds of
silence followed before the man continued.
“Alex? Hi, this is Vince, Bruce’s
“Is he there or
exactly. He’s sort of in jail.”
“Are you serious?”
Alex demanded, swinging her legs over the side of the sofa. “When the hell did that happen?”
“Last week. Turns out he was bugging client’s phones and
selling their conversations to the tabloids.
Paris Hilton caught on and busted him.
He’ll be out in eight months.”
“Great, Vince, what
am I supposed to do in the meantime?” she asked angrily, and a little
disconnected from the oxycontin. “I’m an
actress. I have a career to work
out. Can you get me anything?”
“Yes, you. You’re his assistant. I assume you know what to do. I need a part. Preferably something with a steady
income. I’m thinking of a series. Or a talk show. I’d love to host my own talk show.”
“Uh, I guess I
could see what I can do,” Vince stammered nervously. Alex could hear papers shuffling on his
desk. “I’ll get back to you.”
said and hung up. She took another sip
of her tea and grimaced. “Jail? I don’t believe it. Veronique, this tea is awful. Can you make me a bloody mary?”
James and David to Moonshadows for lunch.
She had plenty to tell them, starting with Kyle Fenwick’s visit to her
house the night before. Just as she’d
expected, they both reacted with hostility, and that was before she got to the
“Why didn’t you
call me?” David demanded. “I told you
he’s a loose canon. I don’t want you
near him, Brooke. You should have called
me the minute he showed up.”
“Did he say what he
wanted?” James wanted to know, gulping down a glass of iced tea as they sat on
the veranda of the main dining room. “I
can’t imagine why he’d come to your house.
You don’t even know him.”
“No, but he knows
who I am,” Brooke reported. “And he knew
Ethan. Or at least of him.”
“He’s claiming that
he’s Will Thomerson’s son,” Brooke said.
Silence fell on
James for a few seconds while he struggled to process the information. The very mention of his arch enemy’s name was
enough to cause his blood to boil, even after all this time.
shrugged. “He says that after Will left Kansas and moved to New York, he met a woman – an actress – and
she gave birth to his son. Will wanted
nothing to do with him, and the woman gave him up for adoption to the
“He’s lying,” David
proclaimed. “He’s just trying to get
close to you because you’re my sister and he knows it would drive me
“I don’t know,”
James interrupted with his own take on the situation. “It’s entirely possible
that what he’s saying is true. I mean,
what do we know about Will Thomerson’s life in the years between him leaving Kansas and moving out here to L.A.?
He was in New York
for decades. Is it so hard to believe that he would have fathered another
child? Hell, there could be a whole
gaggle of Thomersons out there somewhere that he never even knew about. And let’s face it, leaving a woman pregnant
and alone was kind of his forte. Look
what he did to my sister Georgie.”
Brooke knew all too
well. The pain that James still felt
over Georgie’s death was very real. He
said she’d died of a broken heart when Will Thomerson abandoned her, alone and
pregnant, to start his career as a Broadway producer. After giving birth to Ethan, she actually
died of tuberculosis. But James had
blamed Will, and spent years trying to exact his revenge.
“It just seems a
bit too convenient to me,” David said, angrily.
“I thought there
was something familiar about him the first time I saw him,” James went on. “Brooke, did you?”
“A little,” she
“Fine,” David said
and rose from the table. “The two of you
can believe this guy if you want, but I’m not going to fall for it. I know Kyle Fenwick, remember? I worked with him. He’s a liar and a manipulator. If you start believing him, he’ll just worm
his way in.”
James said, trying to stop him from running off.
“Leave him,” Brooke
said with a shake of her head and a wave of her hand. “David’s going to be angry no matter what you
do to change his mind. I think we should
just ignore Kyle Fenwick and maybe he’ll go away.”
“It doesn’t make you wonder?”
He shrugged. “Well, if he is Will’s son, then that makes
him Ethan’s brother. I thought that
might cause some kind of reaction in you.”
blankly at the ring of liquid her glass left on the table. Sorrowfully, she turned back to James. “Ethan was one of a kind. No matter who this guy is, he’ll never come
close to who Ethan was.”
James smiled and
tenderly touched her hand. “Not to
change the subject, but did you get a hold of the writer of The Standoff?” he asked. “I think we should go into pre-production as
soon as possible.”
“It’s been so crazy
lately that I haven’t,” she admitted.
“But I will.”
“Good. I think it’s a great project. Sometimes with scripts like that, someone
else can snatch it up right from underneath you when you’re not looking. I don’t want to lose out on this one.”
“We won’t,” Brooke
said with a self-assured smile.
Stormy had a
craving for a pepperoni pizza from Spago so he arranged his lunch meeting to
take place there. Kill two birds with
one stone, he decided. When the hostess
told him his party hadn’t arrived yet, he decided to wait at the bar. On his way, he passed Brett having lunch with
a schleppy looking young man in glasses with thick black frames, an ill-fitting tartan
shirt, and faded courduroys . Against
his better judgment, he stopped to offer a cordial hello.
“Brett,” he said,
hands in his pockets while he stood at their table. “Long time no see.”
Brett said, blond eyebrows arched. “How’ve
“Fine. Listen, I’m glad I ran into you. I’ve been thinking of going up to San Francisco and seeing
Heather at the clinic. How is she
“She’s not allowed
any visitors yet,” he replied briefly.
“And only family for the first six months. I’ll be sure to give her your best when I see
Stormy couldn’t be
sure that he was telling him the truth. It
sounded like an excuse to rub his nose in the fact that he was nothing to
Heather anymore. An
Brett realized he’d
failed to introduce his lunch companion.
“I’m sorry,” he said and gestured to the man sitting across the table
from him. “This is Finn Lambert. He’s an up and coming screenwriter. You’re bound to see his name around before
“Big deal in the
works?” Stormy asked.
“Very,” Brett said
and nodded to Finn. “We’re just about to
sign on the dotted line.”
As he mouthed the
writer’s name over and over in his mind, Stormy couldn’t help but think he had heard of him. “What’s the screenplay?”
Brett flashed him an
incredulous look. “What do you take me
for? I’m keeping this one safe and sound
until the premiere.” He patted the
script that sat in front of him. On the
cover page was the title neatly typed out.
“Wait a minute,” Stormy said, reaching for the
script. “I read this. Sunset Studios is working on securing the
Brett laughed. “Maybe you were, but Rydell Productions is about to own the project.”
Eyes flashing major
danger signals, Stormy pulled him up by the arm and led him away from the
clueless screenwriter. “What the hell is
your game, Brett? How did you even get
hooked up with this guy? That script was
in my hands less than twenty-four hours ago.”
“It was delivered
to my office this morning,” Brett replied innocently. “The guy obviously knows what a goldmine he’s
got on his hands so of course he’s going to get it out to as many eyes as he
“But we were
assured we were the only studio in the running.”
shrugged. “Don’t know what to tell you,
junior. You’ve got to act quick. You
know, I always said you didn’t have what it takes to make it in this business
and this is a prime example. You
couldn’t even get an option on a script before someone else snatched it out
from under you.”
stewing over the unfortunate events. The
clincher was that it was Brooke who’d dropped the ball. It was supposed to be her taking care of it.
David tried calling
Kyle several times throughout the day with every intention of getting to the
bottom of what he was planning. First
showing up in town and making a false statement to the press, then taunting him
with threats toward Brooke, and finally claiming that he was Ethan’s long lost
half-brother. He was after something and
he was determined to expose it. By
nightfall, he still hadn’t gotten in touch with him so he gave up for the time
being. At home, he stepped out onto the
patio that overlooked the dark Pacific, a beer clutched tensely in his
“Got your message,”
said a voice from the shadows.
quickly, alarmed to see Kyle standing on the opposite side of the patio. “So you thought you’d come by
unannounced?” He approached him in the
darkness, only the light from the full moon casting a blue glow over top.
“If it was
important enough for you to call five times, I figured it deserved a face to
face meeting. I take it from your sense
of urgency that you talked to your sister.”
“She said you told
her that Ethan Blackthorne was your half-brother,” Kyle went on. “That the Fenwicks adopted you from some
“Or just a
convenient excuse to get close to Brooke?” David asked, drawing closer. “Come on, Fenwick. This is just you trying to get back at
because you think I set you up.”
“You did set me up,” Kyle said. “You were using that hotel as a front for a
drug operation. You were a cokehead,
remember? You used the stuff like it was
candy. You got caught and you let me
take the fall. Your loyal employee.”
Past drug abuse or
not, David refused to be used as a scapegoat.
“You were in charge of that hotel.
You hired the staff. They were
the ones who worked for you and bought and sold the stuff by the ton. The only reason you didn’t get caught sooner
was because of your relationship with Stephanie. She got Dugan to drop the investigation
because you were sleeping together.”
“There was nothing
to investigate. Dugan had nothing. You
called in that bomb threat so the hotel would be evacuated.”
“I was being booked
while the hotel blew up!” Kyle insisted.
“How could I have blown it up if I was getting my mug shots taken?"
“You had one of
your people do it for you. But first you
made sure Dugan had left the precinct, got in his car, and went to the hotel to
get the evidence he needed to charge you.”
“I couldn’t have
known that he would be in the building. You were there that night. You saw him go into the hotel and you gave
the order for the explosives to be set off.
Then you convinced Stephanie that I was behind it and that I killed her
partner. She thought she’d protected a
criminal, so she falsified evidence to save her own ass.”
David shook his
head. He was done with it. He’d argued the same thing for months after the
incident. It didn’t matter now
anyway. Kyle had served his time. The case was closed.
“What do you want,
Fenwick?” he asked tersely.
Kyle took another
step forward. “Because of you, I lost
three years of my life. All I want now
is for you to feel that same loss.”
“You’re going to
get me thrown in prison?”
“No, I’m just going
to attack every part of your life, starting with the sister that you care so
much about. I saw it the other night
when I called you and told you I was outside her house. How long did it take you to get there? Five minutes?
You must have ran at least ten stop signs to get there that fast. She’s your weak spot.”
alone. She has nothing to do with this.”
“Except that she
was engaged to my brother,” Kyle said with a smirk.
“You expect anyone
to believe that story?” David asked, gripping the beer bottle tightly in his
hand. “You show up in town and crazily
enough you’re related to a dead man who’s not even alive to refute it?”
Kyle shrugged. “So go find my mother. My real mother. Her name’s Maureen Adams. She’ll be happy to tell you and anyone else
who doesn’t believe me that she had an affair with Will Thomerson a year after
he left Kansas.”
David came up upon him in a flash. He
smashed the bottle against the patio railing, forming a jagged piece of glass weaponry
that he held out next to Kyle’s throat.
“You leave my
sister alone,” he seethed. “She’s been
through enough without having to put up with some long-lost relative who just
wants to cause her more pain.”
Unaffected by the
prospect of the bottle being so close to his throat, Kyle casually pushed his
arm away. “Brooke will come to me,” he
said ominously. “I won’t have to lift a
The Reef Dining
Room aboard the Coral Princess had been transformed into a Roaring Twenties theme
night. Women were clad in short fringed
dresses and cloche hats. The men sported
top hats and pinstriped suits. To mimic
the era, the dining room was uniformed in standard art deco design. The band played all the hits of the period,
blasting horns and cymbals while the guests danced the night away.
“I’ve never been
happier,” Renee said to T.T. while they danced amidst the crowd. “These past two weeks were exactly what I
wonderful,” said a dashing young T.T. as he led her off the dance floor and out
onto the deck. “I wish it would never
“Why should it have
to? I can go back to New York with you. Then I’ll take you to meet my parents in Los Angeles. We’ll have a cross country adventure!”
lips tightened, turning out to the dark water as the boat sailed along the Mediterranean.
“You can’t come back to New
York with me, Renee,” he said.
not?” At twenty-two, her young mind
couldn’t find a single reason why things would have to end now. However, his lack of response clued her in to
something deeper that must be going on.
“Is there someone else?”
nodded. “A fiancé. We’re getting married next month in the Hamptons. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I-“
damn right you’re sorry,” she said. “I
fell in love with you, T.T. For two
weeks you romanced me, you made love to me, you made me feel like the only
woman in the world. How could you have
done all that while you had a fiancé?”
didn’t know this thing between us would last longer than a night. I didn’t expect to fall in love with
you. You have to believe that, Renee.”
jerked away from him. “I don’t believe
anything you tell me.”
her head, she turned and fled down the deck, disappearing in the night, tears
streaming down her face…
she broke from her meditative state, Renee realized T.T. had appeared behind
her, having following her from the ballroom aboard the Royal Princess. She closed her eyes when his hand touched her
shoulder. His touches were dangerous,
she decided. When he touched her she
forgot all about that horrible night twenty-five years ago, and she couldn’t
let that happen. She couldn’t sweep
those feelings under the rug as if it never happened.
turned around and you were gone,” he said, staring out at the moon that hung
above the ocean. “What gives?”
thinking,” she said sorrowfully. Taking
a deep breath, she turned to him and looked into his eyes. “I can’t do this, T.T. Coming here with you was a mistake.”
knew it was coming. The entire cruise so
far had been guesswork, him wondering what she was thinking and if she was
going to break if he touched her. The
situation was fragile.
just having second thoughts,” he assured her, taking her hand in his. “They’ll pass.”
they won’t,” she said, shaking her head firmly.
Standing on the deck of the ship, she could envision that despicable
night where he’d crushed her spirit. “I
wish I could say the past didn’t matter anymore, but it does.”
yesterday you said that you wanted me too.”
sorry, T.T. I can’t forget about what
happened, especially since the ordeal with Angela back in Los Angeles.
It’s like nothing has changed.”
older and wiser. We just need to find
our groove and get back into it. I want
to make you happy. I just need you to
let me try.”
pulled her hand away and shook her head again.
“You can’t make me happy, T.T. I
don’t want to make the same mistake again.
If we were together, if we got married, if we split our time between New York and L.A.,
I would never feel at peace. I have to
end this now.”
don’t want to lose you again,” T.T. said.
we dock in Acapulco
tomorrow I’m going to catch a flight home,” she said firmly. “You should go back to New York.
There’s nothing left for us.
We’ll never get back what we had twenty-five years ago no matter how
hard we try.”
he could protest, she was fleeing down the deck and disappearing into the
darkness. This time she didn’t cry.
“A soap opera?”
Alex steamed to Vince Campbell, the dashing, handsome thirty-five year old
assistant who had assumed Bruce’s responsibilities, albeit unwillingly. “I told you I wanted to do a talk show. Like Oprah but without Gail. Like Ellen but without Portia. I’m an actress, Vince. I won’t stoop to doing a soap opera.”
“It’s steady work
and you said that’s what you were looking for,” Vince argued. “There just isn’t a big market for talk show
hosts right now. So many of them fail. A soap is good, solid work.”
Alex sighed and
looked at the sample script he’d brought along.
They were sitting in a secluded booth at the Polo Lounge, a carafe of
vodka and two glasses of ice resting seductively on the table.
“It’s the longest running soap on television.” Vince, a quirky, sexy being with dark hair
and brilliant blue eyes, looked like an actor himself. He was, in fact. Or at least he wanted to be. He’d taken the job as Bruce Boynton’s
assistant a year ago for the paycheck in order to get a score of creditor’s off
his back. He still was no closer to his
dream of landing the big role, despite Bruce’s promise to help him.
The crowd across
the room parted when Mackenzie Stone swept into the room, black hair straight
and shiny, white Fendi jacket, and large white sunglasses covering deep brown
eyes. She snaked her way through the room
with determination, stopping at their table and removing her jacket before
offering up an all-business greeting.
“Miss Stone, it’s
so good to meet you,” Vince said, jumping to his feet and shaking her hand,
then gesturing to Alex. “This is Alex
“I know Miss
Reynolds,” Mackenzie said, looking her up and down.
Alex frowned. “Have we met before?”
“No, I just meant
I’ve read everything printed about you.
Tabloids mostly. You must have
Unsure if her
remark was meant to be hostile, Alex decided to take it with a grain of
salt. At first glance, the woman seemed
very no-nonsense and to-the-point. She’d
worked with a number of women just like her.
It was all in how you perceived them.
“I’m sure half of
it is lies,” she said.
“If you so say,”
Mackenzie said dismissively. “Vince told
me you wanted to do a series. It just so
happens that I’m looking for a new actress to portray Faye Summers.”
“Didn’t she die in
an explosion?” Alex asked.
never found her body.”
Alex said with a nod. “Wasn’t that the
role that Suzanne Rogers played back in the seventies? I’m surprised you didn’t ask her to resume
the role. She’s come back from the dead
herself, you know.”
did and she turned me down. Do you have
a problem with that?”
right she had a problem with that. Alex
Reynolds didn’t play second fiddle to anyone, especially to Suzanne
Rogers. If she’d known this she’d never
have agreed to the meeting.
Mackenzie repeated. “Is that a problem?”
bit her lip and forced herself to relax.
“No, of course not,” she replied with as much sincerity as she could
muster. “I understand. Of course Suzanne would be your first
being said, I do need to cast the role as soon as possible. We’re looking for her first airdate to be two
weeks from today. That means we’ve got
to get someone in the studio on Friday.”
Alex asked, looking a Vince. “Wow,
that’s…right after Thursday.”
think I’d like to think about it,” Alex said.
This was all moving too fast for her.
“There’s no time,” Mackenzie
told her. “I’m sorry to rush you, but I
need your decision today. The role’s
yours if you want it. If not, I’ll have
to offer it to my next runner-up.”
gasped. Angie Dickinson was playing
second fiddle to her? This was too delicious. Finally a chance to one-up her nemesis. “I’ll do it,” she said.
Mackenzie said, standing up and pulling her briefcase off the floor. “I’ll have the contracts sent over to your
office, Vince.” She started to leave,
then paused and turned back. “Oh, and
Alex, I know the tabloids sometimes get it wrong, but I’m telling you right now
if that business about you and the pills had any truth to it, you’d better hope
it doesn’t affect your work. I don’t
tolerate abusers on my set.”
she’d gone, Alex turned to and sighed.
She hoped she’d made the right decision.
moving truck was parked in the driveway, tons of activity going on as movers
hauled in future and boxes to the house in Sherman Oaks. Suzanne was busy holding Violet who’d been
fussing for over an hour. Bouncing the
infant in her arms, she stood inside the front door directing the movers to
goes in the dining room,” she said, using a free hand to point when they hauled
in a dark walnut stained buffet.
“Against the far wall.”
in shorts and a navy Lacoste polo, Suzanne was burning up from the heat. Compounded with the ninety-plus degree
weather they were experiencing, the air conditioning apparently had quit just
after the landlord handed over the keys.
Although he said it would be fixed by that night, it didn’t make moving
in any easier.
cold Evian in the fridge,” she said to the movers when they returned from the
dining room. “Help yourself.”
nodded their approval and took a quick break, passing Brett as he emerged from
the kitchen, shirtless and sweaty.
“I can’t get that
dang unit to kick on,” he said, wiping his forehead with a greasy towel. “I think it needs a new coil.”
“Brett, don’t worry
about it. The landlord said he’d get it
fixed. I just appreciate you coming over
and helping me change out those light fixtures.”
He winced, looking
up at the very seventies style pendant lights that hung from the living and
dining room. “They’re not that bad,” he
said with a wiseacre grin. “They have a
certain…charm. They’re retro.”
said, stifling a laugh. “Is that what
you call it? They probably haven’t been
changed since the house was built. I
don’t call that retro, I call it crazy.”
He handed her the
towel and stepped up onto the ladder he’d previously been working on. “How come the landlord didn’t change these
compromised. He said he’d buy them if I
put them in.” She smiled at Violet who
reached to her face with ten tiny fingers.
“And since I have no idea what I’m doing, that’s where you come in. Did I mention that I appreciate it?”
Struggling with a
ceiling anchor and screw, Brett grunted hard.
“Yeah, you did. But
I owe you for taking Violet for me while I've been nanny
challenged these past few days.”
Realizing that her
son-in-law was suddenly very alone, she wondered how he managed. Raising Violet, running Jordan’s studio while he was off
playing golf and gallivanting with Detective Callahan, plus trying to take care
of himself. It was a lot of change in a
short amount of time.
take her anytime," Suzanne said, beaming proudly
at her granddaughter.
“Thanks,” he said,
climbing down from the ladder and trying the light switch. When the new, modern fixture glowed
brilliantly from the ceiling, he grinned and gestured to his handiwork. “What do you think?”
“It’s a hundred
percent better,” Suzanne decided.
Brett nodded in
agreement, turning his attention to Violet who was now nodding off in Suzanne’s
arms. “Looks like she’s ready for a
nap. I should get her home.”
“She’s already out
like a light,” Suzanne argued. “Put her
down here. We’ll take a dip in the pool
and cool off and then you can take her home when she wakes up.”
The prospect of a
refreshing swim too tempting to pass up, Brett eagerly accepted her offer. After Suzanne managed to find a swimsuit
among her boxes of clothing, and Brett secured Violet in her crib a safe
distance from the pool, they dove into the cool water.
“Where’s Benji?” he
asked after doing a few laps. “I could
use another pair of hands to tackle those upstairs lights.”
leaning against the side of the pool.
“He said he had things to do,” she said.
“I was going to make him stay and help, but I figure I needed to pick my
battles with him. One step at a
time. He’ll come around.”
“You sure you know
what you’re doing? He’s a handful. Lots of anger built up.”
“Who better than to
help him through his anger than the person he’s most angry with?” she asked,
squeezing water through her thick locks of auburn hair. “To some degree he has a right to be angry. I have a lot to make up for.”
“Yeah, but you were
a victim. None of this is your fault.”
Suzanne made a face
and watched him pull himself up onto the edge.
For a brief second she caught herself admiring his smooth, chiseled
torso. That was all it took for her to
realize that she really was coming to life again. For thirteen years she didn’t even think
about men in that way. Naturally her
son-in-law was off limits, but it felt good to see those feelings awaken in her.
“Try telling that
to a teenager who spent his whole life in a boarding school away from his
family,” she said wryly. “Jordan thinks
he’s plotting his next move, but I honestly think he’s changed. Someone or something is making him reconsider
who he is.”
“Have you heard
from Sierra?” Blake Distefano wanted to know.
“Not since the
other night when she sent me that text that said she missed me.”
“Did she say it
first or did you say it first?”
“I said it first,”
Benji replied. “Why?”
sucking down a few gulps of Coke. “What
if she just said it because she didn’t want to be rude?”
They were sitting
in a booth by the window at California Taco, a popular Mexican restaurant
located in a rundown shack on Oxnard. The jukebox played The Spill Canvas at an
alarmingly loud volume.
“Thanks,” he said
sarcastically, throwing a handful of tortilla chips across the table at
him. “That makes me feel a lot better.”
Blake ducked out of
the way, retaliating by throwing a handful of lettuce at his face. “Sorry, I just think if she was into you
she’d have stuck around. You said
yourself you thought she was just trying to get back at that douche bag Malcolm
for cheating on her.”
lettuce off of his Diesel muscle shirt.
He couldn’t help but laugh as he picked up a spoonful of queso and bent
it back in sling-shot mode.
“Don’t you freakin’
dare,” Blake warned him, prepared to dart away at a moments notice. “I’ll kill you, Rydell.”
Realizing there was
no turning back, Benji let the spoon go and watched as the sticky orange
substance sprayed Blake in the face. As
soon as he did it, he knew he was in for major retaliation so he jumped up and
darted to the soda fountain by the front counter.
“You prick,” Blake
yelled, laughing. He darted after him,
knocking into several patrons on his way to the front. “You’re gonna pay for that.”
“Wrong, taco boy,”
Benji said, plucking a handful of hot sauce packets from the counter and
tearing them open. He held them out as a
makeshift weapon, prepared to squeeze if prompted to. “You know, next time I want to hang out,
remind me not to call you. I’m covered
in lettuce and I feel worse about me
“Yeah but I got you
to laugh,” Blake said, grabbing the soda gun from behind the counter and aiming
it at him.
As both prepared to
fire their respective weapons, the front counter clerk snatched the fountain
gun away from Blake and gave Benji a shove.
“Take it outside,
boys,” said Joba Branigan, an eighteen year old part time drug dealer who’d
just graduated from Van Nuys High School.
“I’m not cleaning up after you fags.”
They exchanged glances
and cracked up into fits of laughter. “Joba,
take it down a notch,” Blake said. “You’re
taking this job way too seriously.”
“Sorry, I’m not a
spoiled daddy’s boy with money to burn,” said Joba. He had a pudgy face, an upturned nose, and
wore cargo shorts that hung off his crack, and a blue t-shirt and sandals. “I work for a living.”
“You only work here
so the police don’t think you and your brother are still dealing,” Benji said
with a laugh. Joba had a twin brother,
Jeff, who was his partner in crime and supplied most of the local high schools
with the latest party drugs. He’d had
his share of run ins with them since he moved back to town. For the most part they were friendly, but definitely
weren’t his scene.
“You guys coming to
the party this weekend at our place?” Joba asked while taking a customer’s
order. “It’s gonna be crrraaazy. Last weekend this girl got fucked in the pool
by a guy from UCLA while the entire party watched.”
shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think I can make it.”
“Just don’t think I
can, that’s all.” He wasn’t in the mood
for a wild, crazy party. Maybe his
parents were right. Maybe it was time
for him to grow up.
Blake insisted. “I’ll drag you there if
I have to. No more of this sitting
around brooding about Sierra. It’s time
you started living again.”
twice on the door to James’s office, paused, and then strode inside where
Stormy and Jackie were gathered around his desk. She immediately sensed that something was
up. The cat who swallowed the canary look on Jackie’s face was enough of a warning.
“What’s up?” she
asked, pale blond hair framing her face while a short skirt and frilly blouse covered
her petite figure. “You said it was
“It is,” James
said, unsure of how to approach her with the news. She was his ex-wife, his friend, and most
recently his business partner. How was
he supposed to call her out without sounding patronizing? “Stormy
just told me that we didn’t get the rights to The Standoff. Rydell
Productions beat us to it.”
impossible,” Brooke said, alarmed. She
stalked across the room and stopped before his desk. “I spoke to the writer myself. He said he wanted us to produce his film.”
“When did you talk
to him last?” James inquired.
“A few days ago.”
“I saw Finn Lambert
having dinner with Brett last night,” Stormy interjected.
Jackie watched with
amusement. Her plan to sabotage Brooke
was coming along nicely. After this
incident, James would be on high alert.
“I thought you were
going to secure the script for us right away,” James admonished. “I told you what a hot property this was
going to be.”
Brooke raked her
fingers through her hair and placed her hands firmly on her hips. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of Finn
Lambert for the past twenty-four hours.”
“Did you call his
agent?” James asked.
“He doesn’t have an
agent. And Lambert hasn’t returned my
James sighed and
rose from his desk. “That’s because he
already sold the script to Brett. Now
we’ve lost out on the deal because you didn’t get it in writing when I told you
Humiliation set in
as Brooke stood before him. She felt
like a subordinate. Her relationship
with James had gone through many transformations over the years, but this was
by far the most shocking. What’s worse
was that Jackie and Stormy were there to witness it. They probably had as much confidence in her now
as James did. All she'd wanted was to be part of something important,
something for Ethan and for Michael.
“I can talk to
him,” she said, desperate to fix this.
“I can explain to him that I was going to make an offer and-“
“If he’s signed the
contract with Rydell Productions, then there’s no turning back,” James
said. “He’d be in violation of his
“Then I’ll talk to
Brett. He’s reasonable. Maybe he’ll understand and-“
“You don’t know
Brett like I do,” Stormy cut in with a shake of his head. “This new nice guy act of his doesn’t transfer
over in business. He’s still a creep
when it comes to making a deal.”
“Too bad,” Jackie
said, perched behind James’s chair by the window. “I know how much you all wanted to see this
“Excuse me?” Brooke
asked in disbelief of her nerve.
“Well, I know I
wasn’t on board with the script, but I was outvoted. That’s business. I moved on and…well, I’m just sorry that it
didn’t happen, Brooke. Maybe you’ll take
something away from this experience.
This is a cut-throat business and you have to adapt. I only hope you can.”
Hearing the woman’s
condescending tone was the last thing Brooke needed. The worst thing was she didn’t even have the
energy to argue with her. She was focused
on fixing her mistake.
“James, I’m sorry,”
she said. “I don’t know what else to
With that, she
turned and left the office. Stormy
decided to go after her to make sure she was okay. He knew first hand what it was like to
disappoint James Blackthorne when it came down to business.
After he’d gone,
Jackie placed a hand on James’s shoulder.
“I hate to say I told you so, but-“
“But you will
anyway, right?” he finished for her, raising his eyebrows.
sat down in his chair and put her Prada heels up on his desk. “I knew she wouldn’t be able to handle the
business world, let alone a movie deal.
It goes a mile a minute, James, you know that. Face it, Brooke Taylor isn’t cut out for
this. She’s going to take her forty
percent of the company and run it into the ground.”
“Not now, Jackie,”
James seethed, staring out at the fountain centered in the lake on the studio
lot. “You don’t know how hard that was
for me just now.”
“Why? Because she was your wife? Or because you know that she isn’t the
partner you thought you were getting?”
Brooke into her office next door, cringing when she picked up a book from her
desk and hurdled it across the room in a rage.
said. “You okay?”
She folded he arms
and paced the room. “You heard how he
talked to me back there, Stormy. He
humiliated me. I know I screwed up and I
have no excuse for that, but did he have to make me feel like a total
idiot? I’m his partner, not some dimwit
“Don’t take it
personally,” Stormy said, watching her move frantically around the room. “I used to let it get to me too. Actually, I still do. It doesn’t get any easier. It’s just the way he is. He takes this studio very seriously.”
relate. “Now I understand why he was so
devoted to it while we were married. I
used to get so angry with him for obsessing over it. Now I feel like I’m doing the same
thing. Except the only thing I’ve done
so far is screw up.”
“So next time you
She locked eyes
with him and then glanced at the wall that separated her office from
James’s. “What I don’t understand is how
did Brett get hold of that script in the first place? It had to have been in the last day or so if
you saw him last night.”
“Finn probably gave
him a copy.”
Brooke said thoughtfully. “You know, I’m
going to find out what happened, because Stormy, I had that deal in the bag.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I think someone is
out to get me.”
hours in Storm Lake, they’d come up with no leads on
Magnum’s disappearance. The camp
director let them into his bunk where they looked for clues. Nothing.
They interviewed some of the kids to see if they knew anything about
where he might have gone. Still nothing. When they asked around about the strange
occurrences in the woods at night, everyone was clueless.
The next morning,
Miranda and Quinn got up early and dressed.
Eddie, who’d taken the cabin next door, was preparing a bag of food and
water for their hike to the other side of the lake, which was the last place
Magnum had been seen.
“Thanks again for
coming along and helping, Miranda,” Quinn said as she finished getting
dressed. “I just hope we find him soon.”
“We will,” Miranda
assured her, putting on a small amount of makeup. She knew they were in the wilderness and
nobody cared what she looked like, but she couldn’t leave the cabin without at
least some mascara. She fumbled around
for her purse so she could text Stormy and tell him about their progress, or
lack thereof. Picking up Quinn’s purse
by mistake – which they’d already joked was identical to hers and laughed about
their similar tastes – she fished out her cell phone and saw that a text had just
come through. Only then did she realize
it was Quinn’s phone. Mom wants to know when you’re coming home,
the text said.
“Oh, sorry, wrong
purse again,” Miranda said and handed it over to her.
snatched it from her and read the text. “No problem,” she said and casually placed it
in her pocket
finished packing her backpack, and tried to overlook the odd text message. Maybe Quinn had another brother or
sister? Yes, that was probably it. No reason to think otherwise.
“Aren’t you going
to answer it?” she found herself asking anyway.
Quinn raised an
“The text. You’re not going to answer it?”
“No, I don’t know
who it was from. Probably someone with a
“Ah,” Miranda said
just as Eddie walked in with their pack of water and granola snacks.
“Ready to go?” he
replied, taking a bottle of water and heading outside.
After she’d gone,
Eddie approached Miranda and kissed her softly.
“I missed you last night,” he said.
“Did you miss me?”
“Yeah. Listen, do you trust Quinn? I mean, I know she’s sweet and she’s just
concerned about her brother and all, but do you trust her? Completely?”
“Sure I do. Why do you ask?”
the questionable things that had gone on since they left Los Angeles.
Something told her Quinn was hiding something. First the way that she hurried her outside
before they left Bel Air, and then the coincidental text message from a wrong
night she heard her outside the cabin on the phone.
It didn’t add up.
said, realizing she was probably overreacting.
she stepped down onto the wooden steps leading down from the cabin. When her right foot landed on a foreign
object resting on the first step, she lost her balance and fell, twisting her
ankle and landing in the dirt.
exclaimed and ran after her. “What
screamed, wincing at the pain in her foot and pointing to the bottle of water
she’d slipped on. “Someone left their
water on the steps and my foot rolled off of it!”
“Does it hurt?”
Eddie asked, kneeling down and inspecting it.
“Yes it hurts, you
Just then, Quinn
raced over, her hands plastered over her mouth.
“Oh my God, Miranda, I’m so sorry.
I left my bottle on the steps when I went to the bathroom. I’m so stupid!”
Gritting her teeth,
Miranda tried to overcome the pain in her ankle.
“Can you walk?”
Eddie asked, helping her up.
“Holy sh…” Miranda
screamed out. “No! It hurts!”
as she picked up the bottle of water and took a
When Benji got home
that night, he noticed a car in the driveway.
The moving truck was gone and things seemed much calmer than that
morning when he’d left to hang out with Blake.
He went inside and scouted around for his mother. It was nice seeing furniture in the
house. Made it feel more like home
already. He decided maybe he would help
unpack boxes in the morning. The more he
got used to the idea, the more excited he felt about living with his mom.
“Hello?” he called
out, making his way through the downstairs toward the patio door where he heard
music emanating from. “Mom, I’m
home.” Slowly, he pulled open the
sliding door and stepped outside.
“Hey Benji,” said
Suzanne from the patio table where she and Brett were busy talking and laughing. “You hungry?
Come have some dinner. We got
takeout from California Taco.”
For some reason the
sight of his mother hanging out in her bathing suit with Brett, wet and
shirtless, was unsettling to him. He
scanned the backyard, noticed the wet towels laying on the ground by the pool,
the empty bottles of wine lining the table, and the 80’s pop station playing on
the sound system. Violet was playing in
her crib that they’d set up next to the table.
What had gone on since he left that morning? It was like he’d walked into some alternate
“No, I’m not
hungry,” he said.
“Benji, you sure?”
Brett asked. “There’s plenty.”
He shook his
head. “No, I think I’m just gonna go up
and unpack my room.”
Suzanne got up and
approached him at the door. “You
okay? What did you do today?”
“Just hung around
with Blake,” he said, watching Brett out of the corner of his eye. “What about you?”
“We got a lot
done,” she said happily. “Brett hung up
those new lights. Oh, and we tried out
the pool. The water’s great. You sure you don’t want to join us?”
He shook his
head. “No, thanks. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay” she said and
kissed his cheek. “See you in the
When he went back
inside, Benji turned once more and watched the scene unfolding on the
patio. He didn’t know why he was so
freaked out about it. Brett was family. He’d come over to help out at the new
house. But somehow they just seemed a
little too friendly.
dinner for her and Kyle at her apartment.
Roasted quail with blood orange sauce, couscous, and braised baby
turnips. Truthfully, Veronique prepared
the dish and then left for the evening, instructed by Alex to go to a movie or
something and not come back for four hours.
Kyle, who’d barely
said a word about her culinary triumph, spent most of the evening gazing off of
the balcony toward the Los Angeles
cityscape. She knew he was a man of few
words, but the awkward silences were getting to her. She’d already milked the details of her
meeting with Mackenzie Stone for all it was worth, so on to other subjects.
“Have you seen
David Jennings yet?” she found herself asking.
“Just curious to
see if you’ve confronted him about your allegations that he set you up.”
Kyle wiped his
mouth with a napkin and stood up. He
leaned over the balcony and shook his head in frustration. “We spoke briefly last night. He denies everything, of course.”
“What are you going
“Go about it a
different way,” he told her, thinking about Brooke.
Alex rose from the
table and followed him to the railing.
She wore a flowing gown with a plunging neckline, expertly showing off
her ample cleavage. After days of
innocent flirting, she was kicking things into high gear. Kyle Fenwick was a turn on, and she wanted to
pick up where their kiss left off.
“If I can help, I’d
like to,” she said, standing astride him and admiring his strong profile. “You helped me when I was at my lowest. It’s the least I could do.”
Kyle didn’t want to talk. He pulled her
toward him and kissed her hard on the lips, his hands digging into her
arms. Seconds later, he was lowering her sheer wrap
from her shoulders, burying his face in her cleavage. It had been three years since he’d been with
a woman and he was about to explode.
Alex Reynolds was beautiful, feminine, and eager, so she was the perfect
kisses and sensual touching led to Alex coaxing him to the lounger across the
balcony where she laid down and pulled him on top of her. Kneeling above her, Kyle stripped her naked
and tore off his shirt. Alex felt a tiny
gasp escape her throat, exhilaration coursing through her body. After removing his pants and boxers, Kyle pulled
her legs over his shoulders and entered her slowly. First teasing her with slow, deep movements,
then drilling himself inside of her with feverish intensity, Alex squealed with
delight. She’d been with younger men
before, but something about Kyle Fenwick made her toes curl and her eyes roll
back in her head.
a new acting gig, and now this. She was
having the best day of her life.
The Royal Princess
docked in Acapulco
the following morning at eight a.m.
Renee left the ship without another word to T.T. just as she had the
last time. He decided it was best that
way. Why go through another argument
about their future when obviously they didn’t have one. So from the balcony that jutted out from his
state room, he watched her depart the ship, realizing that was probably the
last time he’d ever see her.
A knock at the door
alerted him to a visitor. He opened it
and found a uniformed porter standing in the hall.
“I came to collect
your bags, Mr. Levitt,” the young man said.
“Over there,” T.T.
said, gesturing to the suitcases by the bed.
“Leaving us so
soon?” he asked. “Are you headed back to
T.T. shook his
head, sitting down at the desk and scribbling a note on a piece of paper. David, when you get this you’ll find everything you need to know
about Kyle Fenwick.
“No, I’m flying
home to New York.” He took a silver
key and dropped
it into an envelope with the note. After
sealing it closed, he scribbled out David Jennings’s address in Malibu.
Standing up, he handed the envelope to the porter. “Can you see that this gets mailed for me?”
“I’ll take care of
it personally,” the young man said, placing the envelope in his breast
pocket. “I’ll get these bags downstairs
you,” T.T. said, following him to the door and glancing back at the stateroom
on to Jackie. Stephanie lets her guard down with
Jordan. Alex's family questions her decisions
when she makes her relationship with Kyle public. James
and David search for Maureen Adams.