The song ended but the dance didn't. Brooke had no desire to leave his arms and Deacon seemed as content as she to stay on the dance floor with her. But the next song was a faster one and it woke them from their dream state. "Let's sit." Brooke said to him. Deacon took her hand and led her back to the table. "I can't believe you set this all up. I never would have thought you could be such a romantic." She smiled at him.

"I guess it takes the right woman to bring it out in me." He took her hand to his lips and kissed it. "Brooke, tonight, it's more than just all this." He said with a gesture encompassing the table, the dance floor and the DJ.

"You can't keep saying these things Deacon. We have no chance, we have no future. I'm Bridget's mother. Certainly you can't expect me to carry on with her husband."

"Her ex-husband. Brooke, I'm not married to her anymore."

"Do you really think that makes a difference to Bridget? She loves you. Deacon I never should have started anything to begin with. I must have been insane. I must still be insane to even be with you now." She looked sadly into his eyes.

"Do you regret this?" He asked.

"Of course I do." She told him. A look of pain came over his face but he quickly turned away. When he looked back at her it was gone. Had she even seen it at all? She wondered.

"Yeah, why would a woman like you want anything to do with old Deac huh? Just scratchin' an itch right? A little hot Deacon sex and time to move onto someone respectful right Brooke?"

Brooke looked at him and her eyes darkened in anger. Almost with a will of it's own her hand came up and slapped him hard across the face. She then looked at her own hand and tears filled her eyes. "I'm leaving." She said as she stood.

"Whatever." He told her. His face was hard and angry and Brooke couldn't believe that this was the same man that had prepared this evening for her. She grabbed her purse and walked away as fast as she could.

Bridget Forrester looked at the young man sitting next to her in the darkened theater. He was handsome and respectful, everything that her family wanted for her, but he wasn't Deacon. As hard as she tried Bridget couldn't seem to exorcise Deacon Sharpe from her head and her heart. She knew deep down that he wasn't right for her, and that he never loved her the way a man should love his wife but it didn't make her miss him less. She was no longer the innocent child she had been before she knew him. She was a woman now, a woman with her own needs and desires. Marc Hayes was the kind of guy she would have wanted long ago in another lifetime. But she yearned for some of the excitement, even the darkness that Deacon had brought to her life.

"Is something wrong Bridget?" Marc asked her. He had felt her eyes on him practically through the entire movie. He enjoyed her company but right now he felt more than uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to concentrate." She whispered back.

"We can leave, we can do something else or I can take you home." He suggested.

Brooke threw her clutch purse on the bed and sat down. She had held them back all the way through the hotel but now the tears flowed freely from her eyes. "Why do I let him get to me?" She asked as she punched the mattress. "I should be glad it's over. I had no business fooling around with Deacon Sharpe." She got up and went to the mini bar and took out a bottle of Evian water. She opened the top and took a quick gulp. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the message light on the phone blinking. "Now what?" She wondered. She walked to the phone and followed the instructions to retrieve the message.

"Hi Mom, it's me." Bridget's voice said. Brooke was filled with guilt and sadness. Her beautiful daughter was calling her and she had been out seducing her former husband.

"You deserve to die Brooke." She muttered to herself. Then she returned to listening to her daughters voice. She was going on and on about the fun time she had had at dinner with Stephanie, Taylor and Amber. Brooke was glad that she had people she could turn to. God knows she wasn't there for her anymore. She thought sadly.

"Anyway Mom, Marc and I are going out again. He's nice, you'll like him. Amber thinks he's cute, so does Betsy. But I don't know. I don't hear bells you know. Maybe I'm starting to understand how you always felt about Ridge and why it didn't work with Thorne no matter how much you really did love him. Anyway, um, I miss you and I want to spend more time with you when you come home. So I just wanted to say hi and that I love you. Bye Mom." She said ending the call.

"What happened to the big date?" Phil asked Deacon, who had returned to the security office.

"I blew it, what else is new?" Deacon said.

"Did you talk to her? Is she going to press charges?"

"We never got that far Phil. Let's see if we can get the other chick to do it. Let's leave Brooke out of this. Please?" Deacon added.

"Sure." Phil agreed. "Sorry Deac, I know you really liked her."

"It was doomed from the start I guess." Deacon sighed. "You need help tonight?"

"Nah, we're fully staffed. Go on home Deacon."

"I'm really not in the mood. Damn how could I have been so stupid?" He said slamming his fist on the desk.

"Any chance you can fix it?" Phil asked.

"If you could have seen her face you'd never have asked that." Deacon sighed.

Ridge turned to the man sitting beside him at the bar and laughed. "I'm glad you called. I really was bored sitting in my room tonight."

"It's too bad Brooke wasn't available." The man grinned. "Now that is one woman I'd like to get to know better. I'm hoping that this show will give us more chances to work together. Is she seeing anyone seriously?" He asked Ridge.

"Actually I don't think so. But something is going on with her." Ridge told him.

"You think she'd consider dating the competition? I'd really like to ask her out once we get back to LA."

"Give it a try Josh. I'd love to see Brooke in a good relationship. She hasn't had an easy time of it lately. Besides, I don't think she considers you competition. We're working together now aren't we?"

"For now." Josh said. "Is she staying in her room tonight?"

"She rushed out of dinner with me. I called her room and there was no answer. I think she met someone here. But then again that isn't like Logan." Ridge said reflectively.

"Why do you call her Logan?" Josh asked him.

"It's a long story. It's my pet name for her, it's meant with love and respect."

"I have to wonder Ridge."

"What's that?" He asked him.

"How did you let someone like her get away? If I had a woman like that I wouldn't let her go for anything in the world. She's smart, beautiful and has an amazing personality. I've read about her and your family and it all seems rather odd. But what is most odd is that you all have lost her."

"Life can be strange Josh. While we were together Brooke and I were as happy as two people could possibly be. But it seems that the odds were against us. We could never seem to make it all work out, no matter how much we loved each other. I can't speak for Dad or Thorne but I know they love her too. But I am a happy man now too. I adore Taylor and the kids. This is the life that I was born to live. I wouldn't trade it for anything. But I do have a lot of wonderful memories with Logan, and we are and will always be close. She owns a corner of my heart that no one else will ever touch and I hope that I own one in hers too." Ridge told him with a nostalgic smile. "Brooke Logan is a woman like no other and if you are lucky enough to be a part of your life someday, well you can thank your guardian angel Josh."

"You make me more determined than ever to get her to go out with me." Josh sighed. "Maybe I'll try her room now. Maybe she's back and she'd like to have a night out on the town."

"The night is getting late Josh. Logan won't come out now."

Brooke hung her dress in the closet and walked to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and looked at her reflection. "You're a whore Brooke." She told herself. "Deacon was right, I wanted the sex, I didn't care what it was doing to my daughter." She frowned as she looked at her seductive underwear. She had worn them for one reason and one reason only, sex. She flushed with shame. She grabbed her robe and put it on to cover herself. "But why am I so disappointed?" She asked herself. She turned out the light and went to the bed and sat down. She reached to unhook her hose when there was a knock at the door. "Ridge." She sighed. She walked to the door and opened it. "I told you I wanted to be alone, oh Deacon." She said when she saw him standing there. "Why are you here?"

"I couldn't just leave it like that Brooke, I had to apologize. What I said was crude, cruel and thoughtless and I swear I didn't mean it."

"Fine, you apologized, now leave." She said, trying to shut the door.

"Can I come in please?" He asked as he stuck his foot so she couldn't shut him out.

"It's better that you don't. We never should have seen each other again, it can only lead to heartache and pain for all of us. Please Deacon, just leave."

He pushed the door open and entered. Brooke quickly looked to see that no one had seen them and shut the door behind them. "What more is there to say?" She asked him.

"Nothing." He said as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She fought him for the first few seconds but it was useless. Her arms ached to hold him and her lips had already betrayed her by parting for him. Deacon took her hands in his and brought them to his mouth. He kissed each finger and then the palms. Finally dropping them and moving his own hands to her robe. He expertly untied it and let it fall open. Brooke's arms found their way around his neck and his mouth claimed hers again as he slipped the robe off.

"Stop it." She whispered.

"Do you really want me to?" He asked her with an innocent look.

"Yes. No. Oh Deacon this is wrong." She said pulling out of his embrace. "I won't deny that I want you, but that doesn't make it right. What good is this? I'm going home again tomorrow and we'll never see each other again. Why are we making things harder on each other?"

Bridget closed her eyes and rubbed them. She held back a yawn and looked to see Marc talking to two young men at the counter. She just wanted to be home. She wanted to be anywhere but there.

"You don't look like you're having much fun." A man's voice said. She looked up and into two of the most alluring eyes she had ever seen. "Mind if I sit?" He asked as he sat. "Now why is a beautiful woman like you sitting here all alone?"

"I, um, I." She stammered. Where was her tongue? Who was he and why was he making her feel this way. "I'm not alone." She finally got out.

"Oh my." He stood. "I must have sat on your friend." He said with a laugh and a smile. "Nope? No one here." He said as he examined the chair and sat again. He had dark brown hair, dark eyes and a glorious tan. His eyes connected with hers and they sparkled with life. "I'm Vincent Holiday." He said, extending his hand to hers.

"Bridget Sh, Forrester." She said, correcting herself. At Brooke and Eric's insistence she had reverted to her maiden name, but Sharpe still came out first for her.

"Of the Forrester Creation Forresters?" He asked.

"Yes, my father is Eric Forrester and my mother is Brooke Logan Forrester." She said. "How do you know them? Are you into fashion?"

"Hardly, but they are pretty famous." He said. "So why is a beautiful, famous and rich girl sitting here all alone in a coffee house?"

"I'm not alone, my date is getting us coffee." She said. "And why do you assume I'm rich? Just because my parents are doesn't mean I am. And even if I am that is not how I identify myself."

"Pulling foot out of mouth." He said with a gesture. "I'm really sorry. I'm just surprised Bridget." He said, using her name with familiarity that should have taken much longer to attain. Somehow she found herself liking it.

"So what do you do? I mean for a living and all." She asked.

"I'm a bum." He said with a laugh.

"That's ambitious." She snorted. "You dress pretty well for a bum." She said as she took in his expensive designer clothing.

"Okay, you got me. I'm not your typical bum. I'm going to grad school. My parents were enormously wealthy."

"Were? Did you eat up all their money?" She asked with a touch of sarcasm.

"No." He said as his expressive eyes pooled. "They were killed in a car accident two years ago. They left everything to me. I guess it took a while for me to settle down after that. I graduated and decided to continue my education. But I'm not a total bum. I'm trying to be the next Ernest Hemingway."

"You're a writer?" She asked.

"No, I'm trying to be a writer. There is a difference, someone has to actually read what I write and actually pay to do it too." He smiled. "But yes, I am hoping to make my living that way. Are you into the fashion business?"

"Why? Was your father a writer?" She asked.

"Hmmm, you got me there. I just wondered if you were following in their footsteps."

"I'm still in school." Bridget said. "I think I want to be a doctor."

"You think? Isn't it time you knew?" He asked her.

"Actually I'm just starting to question it all now. It seems like it's so far away and I'm losing patience and desire. But I still struggle on." She said. She wondered why this young man made her feel so comfortable. She had just met him and she was pouring out her life to him. She doubted that Marc had even a clue to her feelings.

"You should stick with it. Being a doctor is a really wonderful ambition." He said. "Okay, off my soapbox. So Bridget, where are we going to go tomorrow?"

"What are you talking about?" She asked with a confused look.

"Did I forget again? You know, seeing beautiful eyes like yours sure does seem to make me forgetful. Bridget, will you go out with me tomorrow?" He asked.

Bridget was stunned. She just stared at him.

"This is the part where you say `Yes Vincent, I'd love to go out with you.' So can you manage that?" He asked.

"I don't even know you." She said to him.

"You know, that is how I thought we'd remedy that. So now you say Yes Vincent and then we try and figure out what to do on that ultimately uncomfortable first date."

"Yes Vincent." She giggled. "And how about something really fun?"

"Everything with me is fun. But what would you consider fun? Now don't you go and say sex, I don't do that until at least the third date." He teased.

"Do you skate?" She asked.

"What kind of skate?"

"Roller Skate? Ice Skate? Either, I like both." She said.

"Actually I love to skate. How about Ice this time, that way I get to warm you up."

"Alright." She agreed. She looked nervously over to where Marc was standing.

Vincent saw her discomfort. "Okay, I get the hint. Give me your address and I'll pick you up tomorrow at let's say seven."

Bridget grabbed a napkin and scribbled her address and phone number and handed it to him. "Seven will be fine." She said.

"Don't eat, we'll get something at the rink." He smiled. "Goodnight Bridget Sh Forrester, I'll see you tomorrow." He said with a grin as he got up. He waved and walked away.

Deacon ran his finger across the rhinestone clasp on Brooke's bra. The cool stones were sparkling and he looked up at how they reflected in her eyes. She was wild with desire and he wanted to treasure every second. He carefully flicked it open to expose her full breasts. "My God Brooke." He moaned. He lowered his mouth to capture one hardened nipple and then the next. She moaned and writhed under him pushing her hips against him. He knew she wanted him inside her and he wanted to be, but tonight would have to last them both a lifetime and he was going to take his time. He loved her body, all of it. Her breasts were so beautiful and so perfect. He couldn't get enough of them and yet he wanted her naked beneath him too. He rolled off of her and felt the two small clasps on her thong panty. "These are amazing. Are they Forrester?" He asked.

"Yes." She moaned.

He flicked them both open and slid them off of her. His hand caressed her between the legs, she was warm and wet and he hardened again as he played with her. His finger found her nub and he stroked her in wide, sensuous circles. Her dewy wetness was making him wild with desire. He wanted to be deep within her but he loved making her crazy like this. She was the most expressive lover that he had ever had. She was straining towards him, pushing herself against his exploring hand. He increased his movements making them faster and harder. Deacon watched as she bit her lip. She was in ecstasy and he knew it as well as she did. What she didn't know was that he was too. No woman had ever made him feel so wanted, so loved, so desired. He wished he could spend his life in her arms. He almost jumped from his own thoughts. Love? He wondered. No, it's not love, it's intense lust, it's even a wonderful connection but not love, love was way too dangerous and Deacon stayed away from that. Brooke's moans brought him back to the present. He smiled and continued to tease her. "You like this?" He asked.

"Never stop, please never stop." She begged.

"We'd have one hell of a hard time explaining that at one of Stephanie's little parties wouldn't we?" He laughed. Brooke smiled and laughed in spite of herself but soon was moaning again in pleasure as Deacon's mouth replaced his hands.

"Oh God yes!" She screamed. "That's it Deacon, right there, please don't stop, don't stop, oh God don't stop."

"Who was that?" Marc asked Bridget as he handed her a steaming mug. He looked across the room at Vincent, who was talking to a couple at another table.

"Vincent." She simply said, taking a sip.

"Do I know Vincent? Is he from school?" Marc asked, not letting go. "I don't recognize him."

"He's not from school, I know him from here." Bridget said. "Do they have any biscotti?" She asked, trying to change the subject.

"I guess so." Marc frowned. "You want some?"

"Please." She said.

"I'll be right back." Marc reluctantly got up and went back to the counter. Bridget looked over at Vincent, who smiled and waved at her. Her heart skipped a beat and she felt more excited than she had in months.

"I wish it was tomorrow." She said softly to herself.

The bright sunlight woke Brooke and she opened her eyes with a squint. Deacon was gone again, as if he had never been there. She felt a strange emptiness in her body and her heart. She pulled the pillow next to her close and hugged it, drinking in his scent. "Oh Deacon, I'm going to miss you so much. Will my life ever be the same again?" She asked. She lay back down, holding the pillow tightly when she suddenly turned towards the clock on the nightstand. "Oh God!" She said with a jump. She had overslept and was due at the meeting in less than twenty minutes. As she got out of the bed there was a knock at the door. Brooke grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her. She ran to the door and opened it slightly. She was met with an angry looking Ridge.

"I've been waiting downstairs, I called your room but the phone was busy. What's going on Logan?"

"Busy?" She asked. She looked towards the bed and saw that they had knocked the phone to the floor. "I must have knocked it over." She said. "Go ahead without me, I have to shower and dress."

"No way. I'm waiting right here for you. You go get ready. I'll call for some coffee and a Danish or something."

"Thanks Ridge." She smiled. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. Ridge listened to the sound of the shower running. He walked to the bed and stared at it.

"Restless night Logan?" He wondered aloud. He sat down and picked up the phone. Something next to the bed caught his eye and he reached for it. "Trojans?" He asked as he looked at the empty wrapper. "You did have someone in here. I knew it! Logan you are going to tell me who this guy is if it's the last thing you do." With a chuckle he got up and started investigating. There was an empty half bottle of champagne and two wine glasses on the floor on the other side of the bed. Brooke's sexy panties and bra were on crumpled near the dresser. He frowned when he saw two more empty wrappers in the trash can. "You were busy weren't you?" He continued to search and found an ashtray with several butts. "A smoker? Come on Logan, that's not like you. Who is this guy? Is he a local? Is he one of the guys from Victoria's Secret? Josh Harmon smokes!" Ridge said with a snap of his fingers. "Way to go Josh." He laughed.

"Who's Josh?" Brooke asked as she walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She had another one wrapped around her head.

"As if you need to ask. I know your secret Logan." He smiled. Brooke turned as white as a sheet and grabbed the side of the dresser for support. "Hey calm down Logan, he's a nice guy, and he's not married, at least not anymore."

"Yyyou like him?" She asked. How could Ridge possibly be accepting of Deacon Sharpe? She wondered in her dismay.

"Sure, Josh impressed me. But obviously not as much as he impressed you. Have you been seeing him all along or did it all happen here?"

"Josh?" She asked as the color returned to her face. "Oh Josh, Josh from the meeting yesterday."

"Josh from last night is more like it." Ridge teased. "But don't worry, your secret is safe with me. That is if this was a little Vegas fling. But you know, you could do a lot worse, and the guy is talented. Maybe we can get him to leave Victoria's and come aboard at Forrester. You have special perks huh?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Ridge." She said.

"Okay Logan, play innocent but I know better. Now get dressed so we can meet loverboy and get this show on the road." He said with a throaty chuckle.

"I'm not getting dressed with you in the room. The days of me stripping for you are over. Now wait outside and I'll be done in a minute."

Betsy poured a cup of coffee and sat down next to Bridget at the table. "Is there anymore juice?" She asked.

"Right here." Bridget said, handing her the container.

"So are you going to tell me what happened last night? Are you and Marc still okay?" Betsy asked her.

"Not really, I think it's over with us." Bridget said between spoonfuls of cereal.

"Are you alright about that?" Betsy wondered as she poured herself a bowl. "I mean he is really cute and I thought you really liked him."

"I liked him fine, but not like a boyfriend. He just doesn't do it for me Bets."

"You mean not like Deacon." Betsy said thoughtfully. "You still miss him a lot."

"I miss what we had more than him really. I liked being married, I liked having someone to come home to. I mean a guy you know." Bridget explained.

"Yeah but I hate to see you sitting home again like you did in the beginning. At least you and Marc went out and did things."

"That's not exactly fair to him though is it? He doesn't need to entertain me. He needs a girl who he connects with. Anyway, I broke it off last night." Bridget told her.

"I'll ask Jimmy if he knows anyone. I gotta get you out Bridget."

"Don't ask Jimmy! I can handle myself. In fact I met someone already." Bridget laughed. She was suddenly lost in thought as she pictured Vincent's face, his eyes, his wonderful body.

"Who? How? When? Bridget you were on a date! How did you meet someone else? Did you meet him a while ago? What's his name? What does he look like? Does he go to school with us?" Betsy kept asking question after question not giving Bridget a chance to answer.

"Whoa! Slow down." Bridget laughed. "I met him at Insomnia last night. His name is Vincent. He's sexy and hot and really nice. He's in school but I don't know where."

"And?" Betsy pushed. "Are you going to see him again? Are we heading to Insomnia to see if he's there?"

"I have a date with him tonight." Bridget smiled.

"You're a fast worker." Betsy giggled. "You made a date while you were on a date? Way to go Bridget."

"I need to go to Forrester, I need something special to wear tonight."

"Where are you going?" Betsy asked.

"Okay you can come back." Brooke told Ridge after she opened the door. "I have to fix my hair and makeup."

"Room service came." He said as he grabbed the tray from the floor. He brought it in and poured Brooke some coffee. He fixed it just as she liked it and brought it to the vanity where she was blow drying her hair.

"Thanks." She said as she savored her first sip.

"You look awesome." Ridge said. And she did. She was wearing a tight, short red suit with a white blouse. She had red shoes that matched perfectly.

"Thanks, I thought it was one of yours." She smiled.

"Well it never looked so good on paper or even on a hanger. I think I must have designed it with you in mind."

"Don't even joke like that anymore Ridge. Between your wife and your mother I just couldn't take it." She said sadly. "I know it's my own fault but I just can't do that anymore. My life is already a total disaster so please don't say these things that make it worse."

"Mom is coming home today." Rick told Amber. "I'd like to have her over for dinner. What do you think?"

"I'm the last person your mother wants to see after a long business trip." Amber said. And yet she was curious to see Brooke's mood. She had been acting so strangely since Deacon had left town. If she didn't know better she would have thought Brooke missed him. No, she was involved with making him leave, but how? Had she given him her body that night to seal the deal? Amber wondered. In a way she felt badly for her, but she also knew that Brooke would use any trick up her sleeves to get Amber out of town too. So she was determined not to let her sympathy get the better of her. She looked up at Rick who was still talking to her. "What?" She asked. "I wasn't listening."

"You've been really spacey since you got pregnant Amber." He said. He was worried about her. "I said that I left her a message at the conference room. I'm hoping she'll come. If you're not up to cooking we can ask Helen to help."

"Maybe we can just take her out Rick." Amber suggested.

"Alright. That will work, but sooner or later we have to make my mother welcome in our home Amber."

Ridge looked across the plane at Brooke. She was sleeping in the chair, curled up like a kitten. He felt so protective over her. He wanted to go to her and hold her but he knew it would freak her out. He had been totally unprepared for the reactions between Brooke and Josh at the meeting today. If they had spent the night together they were two Academy Award caliber actors. No, he knew that he had been mistaken about Josh, but not about the fact that someone had spent the night in Brooke's bed. An outside observer would have thought him jealous, and to an extent they would be right, but he was more concerned about Brooke. The happy, vibrant woman was gone again. She had suddenly grown dark circles under her eyes and she seemed sad, very sad. He got up and walked over to her and sat next to her. "Brooke, are you alright?" He asked quietly. "Logan?" He shook her gently.

"What? Oh, no, I'm fine Ridge, just tired. I wish I was just going home but Rick left me three messages, he and Amber want to see me about something. I'm just so tired." She sighed.

"We did good Logan, this show is going to be a huge success." He said trying to boost her spirits.

"Yes, thanks to you and Eric." She said.

"And you Logan, you were the one who sold them on the whole thing."

"Just doing my job. Maybe not even that well." She sighed again. "But I thank you for your vote of confidence." She looked out the window. "Are we almost home?" She asked him.

"About a half hour." Ridge told her. "Logan what happened in Vegas?"

"We met with Victoria's Secret and set up a showing. What do you think happened?"

"I saw a sad woman become a happy woman and then a sad one again. Brooke you know I care about you, won't you tell me what's wrong?" He begged her.

"Nothing at all Ridge. We were away and nothing was real. Now it's back to reality. I have to think about my kids and the company and so many other things and I'm just tired. I'm tired of everything."

"I wish you'd trust me. You know you can Logan." He said again. "Look, I know something was going on there."

"Nothing was going on, it's all your imagination." She insisted.

"I saw a difference, I know you were with someone Brooke, won't you tell me who it was?"

She looked at him in frustration. "You want to know far too many personal things Ridge. You gave up that right the day you annulled our marriage. Now if you don't mind I'd like to freshen up before we land." She got up and walked to the bathroom.

Deacon picked up the magazine again and opened it to the dog-eared page. The picture of Brooke was nothing special, but the woman photographed was. He smiled and traced her mouth with his fingertip. "I can't just let it end Brooke, not after this, not after Vegas." He closed it again and walked up to his boss. "Did the other woman press charges?" He asked.

"She did." He confirmed. "Is your friend going to cooperate?"

"She's gone." He said. "But you won't need her. I'll testify if they need me."

"Good. I'm going to need you to work tomorrow Deacon. Phil came down with some kind of bug."

"I'll finish out the week but it's time to move on." He told him.

"You promised you'd be reliable Sharpe." He said angrily.

"Yeah, but I guess I lied. It's time, things happened that I never expected. I can't stay Jack." He told him. "I'm sorry if I'm letting you down but I have to move on, that's just the facts of life."

"Where are you going Sharpe? How can we reach you about the trial?"

"I'll call you once I get where I'm going. I'll come back for the trial if you need me, you have my word on that."

"Seems like your word isn't always that good." He told him.

"This man tried to hurt someone important to me. I won't let him get away with it. I will be back to make sure he doesn't."