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|April 6, 2013
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happening. I'm not supposed to love a man who could lay his hands on me," she told him, "and I'm sure as hell not
supposed to want to sleep with him ever again!"
Alex didn't know what to say to that. The fact of the matter was that they both knew it was the truth. He sat down on the
edge of the bed with his back to her when he finally was able to speak.
"I know that I hurt you. It's the worst thing that I've ever done in my life Angela and I live with that every single day of my life.
I am ashamed of the way I acted and even more ashamed of what I did to you," he admitted. "But I've changed...I'm not
that man anymore."
Angela cut her eyes at him and shook her head, "That's nice to hear and all Alex, but I don't know that for certainty. You're
sitting there telling me that you've changed but let's face facts here - you have said all of this before. I can't even count
how many times I begged you to quit drinking and you didn't. You promised me over and over and over Alex that you
would change but you never did. So please give me another reason as to why I should trust what you say now?"
The room fell silent. After several minutes Angela wiped away her tears and walked across the room to retrieve her
"This was a mistake," she said as she turned to face him. "Go home Alex. Go back to Dallas and forget that you ever saw
me again, because that's what I'm going to do."
and her until we can find a house or an apartment or something..."
"Or something? That's nice," she smirked. "You know perhaps instead of you showing up on my front lawn at seven-thirty
in the morning unannounced and in secret you should be out looking for a house or something," she arched her eyebrow
at him, "for your family. Do you mind telling me why exactly you're here Luke? I have a daughter who needs to be dropped
off at school and I have a job that I need to get to as well."
"I certainly didn't come here to annoy you April," he had picked up on her tone. "I came to apologize for the way I acted at
the memorial service. You were right I must have just mistaken you for someone else."
"Just like I said you had."
"Yeah. I was out of line and I thought I should come over and let you know that. Especially now that we're family and all. I
don't want you to be uncomfortable around me by any means."
She shook her head, "Thank you for saying that. I don't want there to be any awkwardness between us either and trust
me when I say if I did meet you I would have remembered."
"I'll take that as a compliment..." he blushed a little, "I think."
"That's how it was intended. Listen I wish I could stay and chat more with you I have to get going," April told him. "Emily's
already going to be late for school as it is."
"Emily?" he questioned immediately. "That's your niece?"
"No," April shook her head. "You should really have Leslie give you the 411 on the family Luke. Emily's my daughter," she
pointed to the car. "My baby girl."
"Of course." Luke waived to Emily and then looked back to April. "She's pretty."
room at her sleeping husband. She hated that she had to wake him, but it was nearly eight
o'clock and he not only had a meeting with Cricket Carter-Hawkins at nine he had a full
schedule for the rest of the weekend.
"Andrew..." she squatted down next to the bed and light kissed his forehead. "Honey it's almost
eight...you need to get up and take a shower. Cricket's going to freak out if you're late to your
meeting with her. In fact she's probably going to call just to make sure you're awake."
Before Andrew could even answer his wife and begin to emerge from his slumber his cell
phone began to chirp on the nightstand.
everyone in the family, including Isabella now," she laughed. "Andrew are you sure you're ready for this? No one would be
upset if you decided that you didn't want to continue on with the election. Especially when you consider everything we've
been through the last few months."
"What are you talking about?" he asked. "Of course I want to continue with the election. Why wouldn't I?"
"All that I'm saying Andrew is that we've just went through a traumatic ordeal with your mother. I'm concerned that you're
trying to do to much right now. I don't think you've had a chance to properly deal with Pamela's death."
"How should I be dealing with her death Sabrina, properly?" he snapped at her. "The last time I check there wasn't a
manual that explained how to do that, at least there wasn't when my son died."
"Don't do that," Sabrina warned him. "Don't get defensive with me and take that tone when all I am trying to do Andrew is
to help you. I'm your wife," she reminded him. "It's my job to be concerned about these things and when I am bring them
to your attention."
"I know that you're my wife," he smiled, "you never have to remind me of that Sabrina and I didn't mean to get defensive."
He kissed her forehead and then wrapped his arms around her. "The only way I know how to begin to process my
mother's death is to stay busy and go win this damn election. When my father died it devastated me to the core," he
explained. "I didn't stay focused on what was important in my life and if I let that happen again...it would be detrimental to
"Well we both know how important you winning this election was to your mother," she sighed. "Listen I just want you to
make sure you're taking care of yourself and if you need me for anything I want you to tell me."
Sabrina climbed out of the bed and handed him his cell phone, "You need to call Cricket back and I have to get to work."
Andrew shook his head like a sly fox and grinned up at her. "The only thing you need to do right now is get back in this
bed..." he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the bed.
Andrew rolled his eyes, "I think she has this placed bugged." He sat up in the bed and moved
to the center so Sabrina could join him. "She can wait," he hit the ignore button on the phone. "I
want you to come lay down here next to me."
"Andrew!" she protested. "I don't have time for that this morning..." Sabrina giggled. "I just got
Brayden on the bus and I have to finish getting dressed."
"All that can wait," he pulled her into the bed next to him. "I just want to have a few minutes
alone with my beautiful and supportive wife before all the craziness begins today."
dream," she continued to try and convince herself. "Just a..."
"Did I hear you hollering at me just now?" Preston appeared in the doorway with a tray of food. "I thought about hollering
back but I wasn't sure if you would hear me," he smiled.
Natasha bolted upright and huge smile wiped across her face. "You're really here?" she questioned. "It wasn't a dream?
You're really here?"
"Yes I'm really here," he sat the tray down on the dresser and then climbed into the California king size bed next to her. "It
wasn't a dream," Preston whispered. "But being here with you last night was a dream come true." He turned her chin to
him and lightly kissed her lips ever so delicately. "I made you some breakfast with what I was able to find in your pathetic,
sad and empty kitchen."
She reached up and stroked his cheek. "I've been busy..." her voice cracked and she smiled. "I've been lonely these last
few months and I hate to admit it but scared too. I've missed you so much Preston," Natasha told him as she fought back
tears of both joy and sorrow. "You have no idea what you being here means to me."
Southern River Hotel that made him feel uncomfortable or maybe it was the bed he thought as
he sat up and looked around the room for her - his bedmate from the night before. He found
her perched by the window staring down at the river.
"Hey. What are you doing over there?" he asked. "Come back to bed." Alex told her and when
she didn't respond he questioned, "How long have you been awake?"
"Long enough to know that last night was a mistake," Angela replied as her mind reeled with
confusion. "I've been standing here thinking about how I let this happen," she gestured
towards the bed. "Damnit!" she cursed.
Alex climbed out of bed and reached for his boxer briefs on the floor. He knew better than to go
near her because it would only make things ten times worse than she thought they already
were so he kept a respectable and safe distance.
"I know you Angela and you weren't thinking about how you let this happen," he said from
across the room, "you were over analyzing the situation. You're putting too much thought into
what happened. This isn't that uncommon you know, we were two people who loved one
eye. You fractured my cheekbone. You sent me to the emergency room for Christ sake Alex,"
she told him.
start the tedious paperwork when her assistant appeared in her doorway and announced, "Ma'am there's someone here
to see you and she doesn't have an appointment."
"Okay. Does this woman, I'm assuming, have a name?"
"She does," the assistant answered. "Ma'am it's Jacqueline Vanderbilt-Campbell."
The name piqued Sabrina's interest and she couldn't help but smile. The first and only time that she had ever met the
woman they went at one another like two alley cats fighting over the last can of tuna.
"Shall I have her make an appointment and return at another time?"
"No! Absolutely not," Sabrina told her. "You will do no such thing. If the one and only Jacqueline Vanderbilt-Campbell has
come all this way to see me then by all means send her in. I cannot wait to find out what it is that she wants."
admit that there is an ulterior motive for my being here this morning..."
"I knew it! I knew it!" Sabrina clapped her hands in the air and smiled. "I knew you were up to something. You came in
here knowing full well that you were going to ask me for something didn't you? What was all that apology business about
Jacqueline? Were you just trying to butter me and hope that I wouldn't notice when you, what, asked me to put the job
offer back on the table?"
She rolled her eyes, "My apology was sincere and truthful Sabrina. I do feel bad about some of the things I said to you.
But yes I want to know if the job offer you made me in Chicago is still on the table. Because if it is then I would like very
much to be considered as for the role of Chief Financial Officer here at BC."
"And you seem to think that you and I can coexist with one another?" Sabrina questioned. "You're not going to have
issues working with me and taking orders from me?"
"For the record I won't," Jacqueline stated. "In fact I welcome the opportunity to work for Phillip's company again. I only
hope that you'll still have me."
Sabrina thought for a moment, "Okay. I'll have the lawyers draw up the contracts and send them to you next week after the
"Good. I look forward to working with you," Jacqueline stated as she took her leave and Sabrina wondered if she had just
in fact made a deal with the wicked witch of the east.
time thinking about how I acted when we first met and I'll be perfectly honest I'm ashamed of
myself. I not only came across as rude and superior, I was offensive and brazen with you,
someone that I didn't even know. I came to extend an apology to you Sabrina and it's my hope
that you'll accept it."
She thought for a minute and then leaned forward, "I'll accept your apology Jacqueline but I
certainly hope that you didn't come here with the intent of getting one from me because that's
not about to happen.I found you to be all of those things that you've already said in addition to
be quite unprofessional. I wasn't raised to back down from a fight and I never have. When
someone attacks like you did, I attack back ten fold.
apartment. "Is everything okay with Alexandra? She's not hurt again is she?"
Mariah Cortez smiled up at him from the sofa, "She's fine. There's nothing that you need to be
worried about. But there is something that you do need to know Caleb and I think it's going to
be best if you hear it from Alexandra."
"Oh there you are Caleb. I thought I heard you," Alexandra emerged from the one and only
bedroom in the apartment.
Months earlier Alexandra had been shipped to a state run facility in Havre de Grace when
Caleb visited her. Horrified by what he had seen Caleb petitioned the courts to be declared her
legal guardian and he moved her into his one bedroom apartment on the east side of town.
Since then Alexandra had taken up residency in the bedroom, while he made due on the
pullout sofa each night. It wasn't the ideal situation, but if the truth were known he didn't mind it
- Alexandra however did...quite a bit.
"What are you doing with a suitcase?" he questioned.
"Well that's what we have to talk about Caleb. Sit down." Alexandra told him. "I decided that I'm
moving out today. I think if we're both honest with one another, then we can admit I wore out my
welcome a long time ago Caleb."
"You're moving out? And Mariah you knew about this?"
decide it was time."
Caleb cut his eyes at Mariah. "I thought we agreed that you were going to stay with me until you remembered..." he
paused, "Alexandra have you remembered something? Is that why you're packing because you finally remembered who
you are?" he smiled in anticipation of her answer.
"No. I'm still as clueless as I was the day you found me son," Alexandra told him. "But I've decided that it's time for me to
get out of your hair. A boy your age doesn't needs a woman old enough to be his grandmother hanging around his
apartment day and night, that much I do know."
"I told you that you could stay with me as long as you needed," Caleb reminder her. "Where are you going to go?" He
turned to Mariah and questioned, "You're not taking her back to that damn facility are you? Because Alexandra you're not
going back there!"
"Caleb! Caleb! Calm down," Mariah told him. "I'm not taking her to the facility that's the last place I would ever take her. My
aunt has a diner downtown the Havre de Grace Ritz...you remember the three of us have been there a few times. Anyway
she's in need of a waitress so I suggested Alexandra."
"You can waitress?" Caleb asked Alexandra. "Seriously?"
somehow managed to balance her purse, briefcase and a cup of coffee as she headed down
the steps of her porch. Just as she was almost to her car she saw Luke Stevenson making his
way up the front lawn. She opened the back door of her SUV, dropped off her items and started
to walk towards him.
"Emily get buckled up," she called back to her daughter. "I need to see what your Aunt Leslie's
husband wants with me at this time of the morning and then we'll be well on our way..." she
sighed at the thought of Emily being late once again.
"Good morning. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time," Luke smiled. "I was hoping that I could
have a few minutes with you..."
"It's seven-thirty in the morning on a school day," April told him, "so I would say that you've pretty
much caught me at one of the most worst times possible. Plus if I didn't know better I would
say that you're borderline stalking me Luke. Does my aunt know that you're here right now?"
"She does not," Luke answered. "I was on my way to meet with a real estate agent about some
office space in downtown this morning and I was thinking about our conversation last night.."
"Oh you mean the one where you insisted that you knew me and then proceeded to call me a
liar when I said we've never met?" April snapped. "And if Leslie doesn't know that you're here
how exactly did you find out where I lived? And don't even try to give me some bullshit answer
because i will know if you're lying."
her body. She wondered what time it was and as she she reached for her phone the
memories of the night before came rushing back to her like a tidal wave on the beach.
Immediately she sat up in bed and looked over next to her. Much to her dismay,
disappointment and shock she found no one there...no Preston and for all intense and
purposes it appeared as though no one had even slept there last night.
"Preston!" she sat upright in the bed and called out. "Preston!" she called out his name for a
second time but when there was no response she decided it must have been a dream and
Natasha collapsed back on the pillows. "A dream," she softly said to herself and shook her
head, "that's all it was Natasha a silly, stupid dream!"
"So this morning when I was in the newspaper that her funeral was today I knew I had to come see you. I wasn't sure
how well I would be received though," Preston admitted.
"What? Did you not think I would happy to see you?" she asked as she pulled away from his hold. "Why would you even
say something like that? I'm very happy that you're here Preston. In fact I think this is the happiest that I've been since the
last time I was with you. I can't believe you were worried I wouldn't be thrilled to see you."
"So it's safe to assume then you've missed me just as much as I've missed you?"
Natasha lifted his arm up and cuddled up closer to him than she had ever done with any other man in her life. "It's very
safe to assume that Preston. You have no idea how difficult the last few months have been for me," she told him. "Then
Pamela's death..." Natasha shook her head. "You don't even want to know how many times I wanted to call your or come
running back to Canto to see you. To say that I've missed you is the understatement of the century. For me it doesn't
matter how you got here or how long you even intend to stay...I just want you to hold me right now. Hold me close and
hold me tighter than you've ever held another women before," she told him.
to kiss his hand and when she leaned back she could feel his warm breath on her neck and it
sent shivers down her back.
"I woke up and you weren't here. I thought..." she sighed. "It doesn't matter what I thought, I'm
just glad...relieved," Natasha corrected herself, "that you're here. How did you know that
anything was wrong?"
Preston ran his hand down her arm. "I met Pamela late last year," he told her. "It was after you
had left. I saw a car parked in front of the cabin and I raced over there like a child on Christmas
to see you but then I think we both know I would be lying," Sabrina said as she stood from her chair.
Jacqueline strolled about Sabrina's office. She took in the picturesque view of downtown and the river before she finally
sat down in one of the chairs directly in front of the desk. "I came to town for Pamela's memorial service," she explained.
"I'm rather surprised that you didn't see me there yesterday."
"There were so many people there," Sabrina shrugged. "Plus I wasn't focused on the attendees so much as I was my
husband and his family. I'm surprised you came all this way I didn't think you and Pamela got along with one another?"
"Well Pamela and I definitely didn't see eye to eye on several things, but Phillip was good to me when I first started out in
this business and I suppose by extension Pamela was too."
Sabrina sat back down in her leather executive chair and draped one leg over the other. "So you came back for the old
battle axe's funeral, but now I'm curious as to why you're here in my office."
therapist calls progress!" she winked. "Now come on you need to help me carry this suitcase downstairs and then I want
you to ride over to the new place with me. Maybe move some furniture or something."
"Okay," Caleb gave in. "Mariah do you have the address?" he asked as he opened the door and stepped into the hallway
followed by Mariah.
"Yeah it is...421 Saint John Street," she answered him as Alexandra froze where she stood. "You have everything
Alexandra? Alexandra..." she turned around and saw her standing in the middle of the living room with a blank look on
her face. "Is everything okay?"
"No. No everything is not okay," she made eye contact with the both of them - the only two friends she had in the entire
world at the moment. "Caleb I think you should call my therapist and see if he can see me today," she instructed. "I just
remembered something and it has to do with Saint John..." she shook her head and smiled. "Oh my God I just
down. I may not know who the hell I am but I know how to read and write," Alexandra smiled.
"Anyway Mariah's aunt is going to let me rent a room for her in exchange for me working in the
"That sounds all well and good but you don't have to leave," he told her. "I told you that you
could stay here for as long as you need."
Alexandra walked across the room and patted him on the cheek, "And I'll be forever grateful for
that. But taking care of a woman in her sixties or seventies or however old am is not your
responsibility," she laughed.