There were still moving boxes stacked in a corner of Jodi Bradshaw’s office at The Bradshaw Corporation. She held the
    phone against her shoulder and made a mental note to finish unpacking before the end of the week.

    “Can you tell Ms. Malone that Jodi Bradshaw called?” she asked. “Yes she has my contact information, thank you.”

    “Am I interrupting?” Nicholas asked from the doorway with a dozen yellow and white roses in hand.

    “Nicholas,” her voice rose in surprise. “Come in…and what in the world do you have there?”

    “For you,” he offered her the roses.

    Shaking her head, she stood up from her seat and was nearly speechless.

    “I don’t know what to say,” she took them from him and smelled one of the white roses. “They’re beautiful thank you...but
    what’s the occasion?”

    “A congratulations of sorts on your new job.”

    “That is so sweet,” she walked around the desk and gave him a hug. “Thank you so much.”

    “Do you mind if I sit I have another reason for stopping by?”

    “Oh please,” she sat down across from him. “Do you want something to drink?”

    Nicholas shook his head, “No I’m good.”

    “What’s on your mind?” she asked.

    “You and your sister,” he revealed. “I know that you both had some reservations about my engagement to your mother.”
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All Or Nothing
Episode 138: A Cold Day in February
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ebruary 12, 2012
    “And I hope you understand that it’s not just because it was you Nicholas,” Jodi explained. “April and I would have
    reservations no matter who was. I hope you know that.”

    “I didn’t,” he told her, “but I appreciate hearing that from you now,” Nicholas smiled. “I love your mother Jodi and I only
    want to make her happy.”

    “That’s all April and I want Nicholas, is for someone to make her happy. If that’s you then so be it, it’s you.”

    “As I’m sure you’re aware the King Fashion show in New York City is next week,” he explained. “I would like very much for
    you and April to come as my VIP guests.”

    “Oh my…” Jodi was surprised by the invitation. “I’m flattered, thank you. I think April would like that very much, I know I
    would.”

    “Good,” Nicholas shook his head. “Because I have ulterior motives for inviting the both of you.”

    “Oh?” she asked cautiously.

    “I’ve arranged for a private reception at Gotham Hall a few nights before the fashion show. I’m going to ask your mother to
    marry in New York,” he revealed.

    “You mean to actually do the deed and marry you?” Jodi asked.

    “Yes. And I want you and April to be there. In fact I want everyone that your mother loves to be there for it…Sabrina, Felicia,
    Madison,” he named a few.

    Jodi smiled, “Well…I would be honored to be there with you and my mother,” she told him. “I think it’s going to be a night
    none of us will ever forget.”
    Nicholas stood outside Jodi’s office waiting for the elevator when his cell began to ring, “Hello,” he answered.

    “Hey Nicky…” Patricia replied. “I just wanted to know if you had a chance to think about the things we discussed at our
    last meeting.”

    “Patricia this isn’t a good time,” he looked around to see if anyone was paying him any attention.

    “Oh…well okay then,” she sighed. “I guess I won’t take up anymore of your time…I just hope that Audrey’s not too busy
    today,” she told him. “Yeah…her and I are going to have a lot to talk about.”

    “All right,” he gave into her. “You know I don’t take kindly to be blackmailed,” he hissed into his phone as Jodi silently
    stepped outside her office door with his blazer in hand.

    “Nicky, Nicky, Nicky…don’t think of it like that,” she told him. “Think of it as…well whatever you and Daddy called it for
    those years.”

    “Oh God…what do you want Patricia? What makes all of this and especially you disappear once and for all?”

    Nicholas listened as she listed her demands and Jodi slithered back into her office, still within ear shot of his
    conversation.

    “Five million dollars!?” he questioned her. “Where in the hell do you think I’m going to get five million dollars from?”
    “Nicky,” she was retorted, “that’s my damn problem. I don’t care where the money comes from baby doll…all I know is
    that’s the price tag. Five million and you’ll get the bank statement, the canceled checks, the contents of the envelope from
    Daddy to Audrey and…well…Nicky, baby, because I’m such a nice person I’ll even throw something a little extra in just for
    good measure.”

    “Wait,” Nicholas stopped her. “What else do you have Patricia?”

    “I love how suddenly I have your attention,” she taunted him. “Let me just ask you if the name Caroline means anything to
    you…”

    Nicholas stood thinking if he knew a woman by that name, but before he could answer Patricia stopped him.

    “Listen doll…I’ll give you a week to raise the cash and if you do then everything we just talked about is all yours. I promise
    Nicky.”

    “You think you’re promises mean a damn to me?” he asked. “Tell me who Caroline is,” he demanded.

    “That’s not how we play this game, you know better. Okay…one week, five million,” she reminded him. “See you in the Big
    Apple cowboy…” and with that she had hung up, leaving Nicholas puzzled about this new piece of information and
    leaving Jodi conflicted.
    April Bradshaw threw open the door of her townhouse in Dallas and an immediate smiled widened across her face as
    she wrapped her arms around Josh’s neck.

    “Oh my God…” she kissed his cheek, “I am so glad to see you!”

    Josh put his arms around April’s waist and gently lifted her off the ground. He kissed her on forehead, “Well this is quite
    the welcome.”

    “Well…” she winked at him, “you’re quite the guy Josh Marshall.”

    Josh looked around April’s living room and then followed her into the kitchen where she poured them both a glass of
    iced tea.

    “What’s that look for?” she finally asked as they sat down at the table.

    “Well…it’s just…there’s this rumor going around that you’re supposed to be moving,” he laughed. “And from the looks of
    it around here…”

    “Oh shut up Josh and drink your iced tea like a gentlemen,” they both started to laugh. “Besides you're my best friend
    you're not supposed to judge me.”

    “And I’m not,” he held up both hands.

    “April Dawn…" he suddenly realized, "you haven’t told Ian yet that you’re moving back to River’s Edge have you? And don’t
    lie to me.”

    April bit her bottom lip and looked into the living room. “I haven’t told him yet,” she admitted.

    “You haven’t told him? April are you serious?” he glared at her from across the table. “You need to tell him ASAP…how
    has he not already found out about it?”

    “What do you mean?”

    “You’re April Bradshaw…” he cut his eyes at her, “you’re sort of a big deal in Texas in case you didn’t already know.”

    She ran her finger around the rim of her tea glass and shrugged her shoulders just like she used to do in high school.

    “I know that I need to tell him,” she finally conceded. “And I know that he probably already knows that I accepted the job
    anyway.”

    “So why are you stalling?”

    She shook her head, “Because this is the first real relationship that I have had in a very, very long time Josh and I don’t
    know how my moving back to River’s Edge and starting a new job is going to affect it.”

    April ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head in frustration, “You just don’t know how real…” she smiled,
    “and how good…this relationship is if you get my drift.”

    “April!” Josh shouted at her. “I cannot believe you just said that,” he started laughing. “Oh my God…but yes…I’ve seen
    pictures of him on your Facebook page…I can only imagine,” he finished as they both burst into laughter.

    “Oh! Wow…that felt good,” April told him. “I need a good laugh.”

    “God so did I,” Josh concurred with her. “I can’t wait until you’re back home for good,” he told her. “My frequent flyer miles
    are going to decrease significantly but I guess it’s a fair enough trade.”

    “Speaking of Facebook,” she changed the subject, “I saw that Ryan checked into the Hyatt Regency right before you came
    over. Is that sheer coincide or are you keeping a secret too?”
    Pamela Bradshaw McCarty slithered into the Silver Stallion Saloon and into a booth in the very back of the
    establishment away from the hustle and bustle of the late morning crowd.

    From the back corner of the bar she was able to monitor the entire saloon and as she pulled off her ivory Prada
    sunglasses it dawned on her for the first time that morning that she was most likely overdressed.

    She put the glasses in her purse and as she brought her hand up to push back her hair her wedding ring immediately
    caught her attention.

    “Oh for God’s sake…” she whispered to herself, “you’re Pamela Bradshaw McCarty…” she said, immediately dismissing
    her concerns.

    “Mornin’ honey,” a waitress made her way from the bar to Pamela’s table.

    “Good morning,” Pamela replied. “How are you today?”

    “Well I’m doin’ all right…just gonna be you this morning or are we waitin’ for somebody else to join ya?”

    Pamela cleared her through, “I am waiting on someone else, yes.”

    “All right then,” the waitress smiled. “You want somethin’ to drink while you wait?”

    “Um…yes,” Pamela answered as the front door of the saloon opened, catching her eye. “A ginger ale please,” she
    smiled not once taking her eye of the man who had just entered the saloon.

    The gentlemen immediately saw Pamela sitting in the corner booth of the saloon, just as she had instructed him she
    would be on the phone the last time they had spoken.

    “Pamela I presume?” he asked, his voice was deep and powerful. “I’m…Jim Wilson.”
    She shook her head and extended her hand, “A pleasure Mr. Wilson. I’m Pamela Bradshaw McCarty…please sit down.”
    Josh stood up and walked across the kitchen and poured him a second glass of tea. He held the pitcher out in April’s
    direction, “You some more?”

    April shook her head no. “I do want an answer to my question.”

    Josh shook his head and chuckled, “You know ten years ago we wouldn’t have this problem. I could have come here with
    an entire football team and you would’ve never known.”

    “You would have told me eventually. Besides ten years ago you were in love with me, remember?”

    “Yeah,” he answered in a somber tone.

    “Something is going. It’s written all over your face Josh,” she told him. “We’ve been best friends for far too long…why
    don't you just tell me what’s the matter. Did you and Ryan get back together?”

    “No that’s not it,” he answered, turning away from her.

    “Josh…” April took a stern tone with him, “tell me what’s going then.”

    He turned back to her and was on the verge of telling her why he was in Dallas when the front door of the townhouse
    opened.

    “April…” Ian called.

    She held her finger up to Josh and whispered, “We’re not done.”

    “April?” Ian called out again.

    “I’m in the kitchen Ian,” she called back to him.

    “Josh,” he smiled and held out his hand. “It’s good to see you again. April didn’t tell me you were going to be in town.”

    “She didn’t know,” he replied. “Sort of a last minute trip up here,” Josh explained.

    April smiled, “Ian could you give us a few more minutes alone?” she asked.

    “Actually you know what,” Josh interjected, “Ian that won’t be necessary. I actually need to get going.”

    “Josh…”

    “I have an appointment April,” he said. “I have to go but believe we will continue this later.”

    “Oh yes we will,” she assured him.

    “Okay then...Ian always a pleasure,” he winked at April and began to make his way to the front door. “April we’re still on for
    dinner tonight?”

    “Only if Ryan agrees to join us,” she taunted him.

    “Right…I’ll text you later,” he said.

    “Take it easy Josh,” Ian called from the kitchen.

    April watched him from the kitchen and he turned around to wave one final goodbye and she mouthed silently to him,
    “We're not done!”

    “Tell him you’re moving!” Josh mouthed and closed the door behind him.
    “What exactly did I walk in on between the two of you?” Ian questioned.

    April slowly turned back around to face him, “I beg your pardon what is that supposed to mean?”

    “You and Josh just now,” he explained. “It sounded like the two of you were arguing about something.”

    “Oh,” April laughed. “I don’t know what that was,” she admitted.

    “That doesn’t sound too good.”

    “It’s not good. Josh doesn’t usually keep things from like this. I don’t what is going on but something is definitely is.”

    Ian shook his head, “Kind of like how you accepted a new job in River’s Edge without talking to me about it first?” he
    asked.
    April took an abrupt step toward Ian and looked up at him, “I’m sorry I haven’t you told before now and I’m really sorry you
    had to find out from someone other than me.”

    “Rather someplace, not someone,” Ian explained. “I saw it in the business section of the Dallas Morning News today.”

    “Ian…I’m so sorry. Please tell me that you’re not upset with me?”

    “The only thing that I’m upset about April is that you felt you needed to keep it from me to begin with.”

    “No,” she started, “that’s not how it is Ian, I promise.”

    “Okay. Then tell me how it is.”

    April took his hand and led him to the living room and they sat down on the sofa.

    “When I went back to River’s Edge for Jodi’s press conference,” she began to explain, “I had no idea that I would be
    asked to fill the second vacated seat.”

    “But you were?”

    April shook her head, “Yeah I was. And I talked it over with my mom and with Emily and even though it was a rather quick
    decision I feel really good about it.”

    “So why did you keep it from me? Why didn’t you tell me when you got back home?”

    “Honestly I don’t know Ian and I’m sorry,” April apologized. “I should have told you.”

    Ian pulled her into his arms and she rested her head against his chest.

    “When do you plan on leaving Dallas?”

    “A few weeks,” she answered. “Sabrina hasn’t given me a definite start date but I know she wants me there sooner rather
    than later.”

    He kissed the top of her head, “That’s understandable. I bet your mom is excited to have you back home.”

    “Oh she’s beyond excited…ecstatic is more like it.”

    They both sat in silence for a few minutes before April finally said in an almost whisper, “What’s going to happen to us?”

    He ran his hand down her arm until their fingers interlocked together, “Well…what do you want to happen?”

    April sat up and looked him square in the eye before she leaned forward kissed him passionately. She pulled away and
    ran her hand over his cheek. She felt the scruff on this face and they both smiled.

    “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time Ian and I don’t want to lose you.”

    “I feel the same way,” he assured her as his hand lowered on the small of her back. “So we’ll make it work somehow.”
    April shook her head, “You promise?”

    “I promise,” he told her as the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Ian kissed her forehead and then headed for the door.

    “Can I help you?” he asked.

    “Yeah…I’m looking for an April Bradshaw,” a delivery guy holding a mixture of yellow and white roses said.

    “That’s me,” April said from the sofa as Ian tipped the delivery guy and took the flowers from him.

    “Did you send me these?” she asked.

    Ian shook his head, “I wish I had. There a card…” he handed it to her.

    April opened it and slowly shook her head, “They’re from Nicholas and you won’t believe what the card says.”

    “I thought I would swing by and take my favorite lady out for ice cream, I know how much she loves it,” Nicholas kissed
    her on the lips and then leaned against her desk.

    “Well you know what I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.”

    “Good,” he told her. “You know I had another idea coming over that I think you might like.”

    “Oh? What’s that darling?” she retrieved her coat and gloves.

    “I don’t want any longer to be your husband.”

    “Oh?” she asked covering the hesitation in her voice. “What exactly did you have in mind then?”

    “Next week…in New York let’s get married.”
    “Of course,” he replied. “What exactly is going on that requires you to hire a private investigator? Is it something with the
    company?”

    “No,” Pamela closed he eyes, drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

    “It’s a personal matter,” she began. “My husband…my second husband,” she corrected herself, “his name is Travis
    McCarty and I have reason to believe that he’s having an affair.”

    “Oh…I’m sorry to hear that ma’am.”

    “You and me both,” Pamela shook her head.

    “Do you have any idea who the other woman is?”

    “I do,” Pamela shook her head. “His co-worker, her name is Rhonda Duncan.”

    “The woman on the news?” Jim asked.

    “Yes, that’s right.”

    She reached into her purse and pulled out two photographs, “This is my husband,” she pointed to Travis’ picture, “and
    this is a picture of Ms. Duncan.”

    Jim took the pictures from the table and studied them before he laid them back on the table.

    Pamela pulled an envelope from her purse and laid it next to the pictures, “This should get us up and running,” she
    smiled at him with a wink.

    “Uh…yes...this will do a little more than that,” he said after inspecting the contents of the envelope.

    “Good,” she pulled her glasses out of her purse and laid a ten dollar bill down on the table.

    “Obviously Mr. Wilson I don’t want you to contact me directly,” she instructed him.

    “You’ll get in touch with me then?”

    “In a few days, I will, yes. I’ll give you some time to do your work and hopefully this will all have been a misunderstanding
    of sorts.”

    “I certainly hope so,” he agreed with.

    “Yes…so do I,” Pamela sighed as she stood up to leave.

    “It was a pleasure to see you again ma’am. I just hate that it was under these circumstances.”

    “Likewise…” Pamela took a few steps and when he called her name she stopped.

    “If you don’t mind me asking ma’am…what if your husband is having an affair then what?”

    “Are you married Mr. Wilson?” she questioned.

    “I am.”

    “And your wife is she from Texas?”

    “Born and raised,” he smiled proudly.
    “Well then you should already know the answer to your question,” Pamela slid her sunglasses on and smiled at him.

    “Hell hath no fury like a Texas woman scorned,” she said with a laughter that carried throughout the entire saloon.
    “April saw your post on Facebook,” Josh said to Ryan as they waited in the exam room for the doctor.

    He looked up his cell phone, “Sorry. I hope she didn’t give you too much hell for it,” Ryan smiled.

    “Hello gentlemen,” the doctor entered the room before Josh had a chance to answer.
    “I’m Dr. Preston Greene and you must be Dr. Joshua Marshall.”

    “I am,” Josh extended his hand.

    “This is my friend Ryan O’Keefe.”

    “Pleasure to meet you both,” Dr. Greene took a seat and looked over Josh’s chart.

    “Looks like a Dr. Hathaway in River’s Edge referred you here today,” he noted, “so what’s going on Joshua?”

    “Actually it’s Josh,” Ryan corrected him. “I’m the only one that calls him Joshua…”

    “Ryan!” Josh scolded. “I’m sorry Dr. Greene he’s nervous about of all this, more so than me.”

    “Understandable. I was able to look over the blood test results that Dr. Hathaway sent last week. Unfortunately there are
    indications that suggest the presence of a testicular tumor.”
    “But is it cancerous?” Ryan asked. “Dr. Hathaway indicated that it was stage two cancer.”

    “As of now I don’t feel comfortably in saying that Dr. Hathaway may have been incorrect because I simply don’t know,” Dr.
    Greene explained.

    “How do we proceed from here then?” Josh questioned.

    “I’m going to perform another ultrasound of both the scrotum and of your abdomen which this will help determine if the
    cancer is local or regional.”

    “Okay,” Josh shook his head.

    “So just hang tight here and I’ll get you to the ultrasound as quickly as I can.”

    “Thank you Dr. Greene,” Ryan stood up and walked over to where Josh was sitting. “Can you believe that fucking idiot
    Hathaway? There’s a chance…”

    “I saw the ultrasound that Hathaway did,” Josh told him. “He also did the abdomen…”

    “Josh you’re an ER resident,” Ryan teased him. “You’re hardly a world renowned oncologist like Dr. McChocolate that
    was just here….damn he was…”

    “Fine as hell,” Josh laughed, “I know!”

    They sat in silence for a few minutes as they waited for the nurse to take Josh to his ultrasound. As the seconds ticked
    away Josh slowly slid his hand down to his side and by the time the nurse finally did come…his fingers were intertwined
    with Ryan’s.
    “It’s nice to meet you ma’am,” he smiled from across the table.

    “We’ve actually met before,” Pamela corrected him. “You did some work for my late husband Phillip…my goodness
    almost fifteen years ago or so.”

    “Yes…” Jim snapped his fingers as it suddenly registered who he was sitting with. “You and I met one year at the
    Woman of the Year gala,” he recalled.

    Pamela shook her head, “Yes we did. Phillip always spoke highly of your work,” she told him. “He said you were discreet
    and that’s exactly why I called you Mr. Wilson.”

    The waitress returned to the table with Pamela’s ginger ale. She looked over at the PI and flashed a huge smile at him.

    “Hey there…can I get you something to drink honey?”

    “No,” he told the waitress as she left the two of them disappointed. “You were saying something about discretion?”

    “I was,” Pamela shook her head. “I want to hire you Mr. Wilson and if I do it is imperative no one suspects or knows that
    you’re working for me or that we’ve even ever met,” she explained.
    Natasha muttered uneasily, “Next week? That’s awfully sudden Nicholas. There is so much that has to be done. The
    girls won’t be there and you know I can’t get married without…”

    “I’ve already spoke with your daughters,” he explained, “I invited them to the fashion show so they’ll already be there.”

    “You did that for me?” she questioned.

    “Of course I would do anything for you Natasha. And I’ve arranged for Sabrina and Felicia and Madison to be there.”

    Nicholas walked across to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the cheek.

    “This is probably the only time in a very long time I’m going to have all five of my children in one place,” he explained.

    “Besides we’ve been waiting for over two years.”

    “I know…I know,” she said. “Well okay then,” she shook her head and forced a smile, “let’s do it!”
    “Hey,” April opened the door of her apartment. “I thought we were supposed to meet at the restaurant?”

    “We were,” Josh explained. “Can we come in?”

    “Sure,” she replied. “Hi Ryan,” she smiled at him.

    “Hey.”

    “Is Ian here?” Josh asked.

    “He went to pick Emily up from school. What’s going on? What’s the matter? And don’t pull the crap you did earlier.”

    “I’m going to go wait in the um, kitchen and give you two some time to talk,” Ryan suggested.

    “No,” Josh stopped him. “I need you here please.”

    “One of you, right now, had better tell me what the hell is going on.”
    Josh led her to the sofa and sat her down. He could see that she was worried, it was written all over her face. It literally
    broke his heart to see how hurt she looked right then and there, almost to the point he didn’t want to tell her this.

    “I came to Dallas today to see an oncologist,” he revealed.

    “An oncologist? For what? Why?” she replied.

    “So that he could some more tests and have a better look at the findings than the doctor in River’s Edge did,” Ryan
    explained.

    “April he confirmed what I already knew…” his voice cracked, “what I’ve known for the last few weeks…”