It might have been the light that woke her, or some kind of jet-lagged confusion, or that familiar morning queasiness, but it was early, whatever hour it was at home, it was early in Paris. Cooper lay warm and close, still sleeping, his left arm thrown over her, his head pillowed on her shoulder. “I have to get up,” Beth whispered. He stirred and murmured, “Getting up with you then…damn…too early…”
She had seen very little of the hotel the night before. While Cooper ordered an elaborate breakfast she didn’t feel like eating, Beth strolled out on the balcony off the suite and gazed out at an overcast Paris morning. Four stories down someone walked across the lawn at the back of the hotel, arranging flowers, moving a chair, probably setting up for breakfast. For a second she thought she saw someone with red hair and broad shoulders passing by down there, and her heart jumped.
The door opened behind her, soft footsteps approaching on the balcony. “See something interesting out there?”
Startled out of her reverie, she jumped, and Cooper put his hands on her shoulders and teased softly, “Now that’s not good. Did you forget I was here?”
His hair was still damp; that bathtub was easily big enough for both of them, and pouring the warm water over his shoulders and long hair while he lay back between her legs, looking up at her, pulling her down into that deep, heated, very wet and demanding kiss, her hands sliding down his chest, stomach, taking him…so much in love with this man..never mind how hard it was to keep her hands off him...”I am completely obsessed and in love with you, and I don’t think there’s any medication for Coop fever.”
He ran his hand up her bare thigh, clasped her waist, placed one gentle kiss on her neck. “If there was, I wouldn’t let you take it. Come on in baby. It’s chilly out here. Room service should be here with breakfast in a few minutes.”
She lay back down on the unmade bed, pulling her thoughts together, this would be a good time when the familiar buzz of Cooper’s cell phone broke into the silence. He smiled at her a little sheepishly. “Sorry, I thought I’d turned that off; I don’t know who would be calling me now – “and then stopped once he picked up the phone and glanced at the ID. “Wyatt? Now why – I’d better take this, Beth.”
Drawing a quiet breath, Beth stretched, groggy, blissful, drifting. “Hey Wyatt, what’s going on?” Cooper spoke into the phone. He walked around the bed, grinned at her. “Wait a minute, no, no everything’s fine.”
“Wyatt she’s here; yeah she’s right here. I’m looking right at her. She flew in last night and surprised me…sure Ryan came with her.” She sat up, focusing now. Why would Wyatt be asking about her, and about Ryan?
Uneasy, she waited until Cooper laughingly finished the call, shaking his head. “Why is Wyatt looking for me?” she asked.
Cooper was still smiling, amused, and he shrugged, “He’s just checking in on you again. He couldn’t reach you and got worried.”
Again? “Coop,” Beth questioned carefully, “what do you mean ‘again’? I haven’t heard from Wyatt at all. Not once.” Room service knocked on the door, and Cooper opened it, distracted, obviously taken aback. “He must have been busy with school.”
At this rate she was never going to find a good time, and, staring at the food, she knew she’d probably throw it up if she ate it. Even the coffee smelled off. Wyatt’s call bothered her too. What had he done? Driven all the way to Oceanside to ‘check’ on her? And why now if he had been too busy to bother about it before?
Cooper was eating hungrily – she wondered how many hours it had been since he’d last eaten, probably long before he went out on stage last night -- but between shoveling it down he asked, “Aren’t you going to eat? Do you want something else?”
She had a rather silly speech planned; decided to drop it and just go for it before anything else happened. “Umm…Coop, there’s another reason I’m here, apart from missing you.” He put the fork down, his expression uncertain. “Is something wrong?”
“Not a thing. You’re going to be a father again, that’s all.” Beth sat back, not looking at the food on her plate, waiting, trying not to crack a smile.
“You want to repeat that?” All right, not quite ten seconds, but just as she’d anticipated, he sounded stunned and cautious, not quite sure if he’d heard her correctly.
Beth looked up and across the table at him, trying for a poker face and giving up. “Sure I’ll repeat it. I’m pregnant, Coop. I wanted to tell you in person. It was a long way to come for a short sentence so you better be happy about it.”
He continued to gaze at her long past her comfort level, then without speaking, swung out of the chair. A chill ran down her spine; was it possible Ryan was right, that she would rapidly become an encumbrance, and may already be one? Cooper tucked her close, gently playing with the laces on the back of her corset, loosening them, one at a time. “I told you I was going to keep you barefoot and pregnant,” he told her quietly. “But you don’t need a whole sentence. You know what I want to hear you say.”
She reached up, brushing his neck with one hand, slipping the other into the waistband of his sweats. “What?” “I want,” Cooper breathed as he removed the last lace, “to hear you say my name.”
Paris - Thursday night
Beth smoothed the skirt of her dress, which was already uncomfortably tight, sighed and turned to Cooper. He emerged from the bathroom in the suite still dragging his fingers through his hair. “What is this thing tonight?” she asked him.
“Business,” Cooper absently responded, propping his foot on a chair to yank at his boot. “I wouldn’t go if it was social.”
“That’s why,” he finished, straightening, “we’re going early. I’ll be surprised if more than two or three people are there now. We go in, make an appearance, and get out.”
She had only one night left with him, and the last place she wanted to spend it was at some club. There would be other nights though, plenty of other nights; it didn’t matter. “Have I ever met any of them?”
Cooper grinned, pulled her into his arms, his skin warm, muscles flexing slightly as he tightened his grip and laughed, “No, and you don’t need to get to know them; you just relax and let me work it for half an hour, then I’m bringing you right back here.”
Restaurant Vue sur la Parc
The place was much smaller than she’d expected, tucked between cafes, apartment buildings, and another park. Streetlights twinkled down the length of an avenue that twisted into a sharp turn as it approached the river.
Cooper had been right – the upper floor was almost deserted. Beth settled into a chair, a little curious about the people she had never met and didn’t need to know. More than business had been exchanged sometime in the past, she thought dryly.
Like all of the women who fell into that category, they were beautiful. And, like most of them, they avoided her. Restless and unusually uneasy, she got up, walked around the table looking for something to do, even considered wandering downstairs, but that would draw this out even longer since Coop would go looking for her. Let him take care of this; it’s no different from any other time.
“What are you drinking?” Rafe…how long had he been standing there? “Water with rocks dissolved in it,” she replied, shaking the glass, still focused on the blonde who seemed determined to crawl under her husband’s shirt. “Next time I think I’ll skip the rocks.”
Rafe eased into a chair and laughed. “You’re drinking mineral water? What are you, the designated driver? Do you want me to get you something better?” It would be out soon enough; he may as well know. “No thanks. I’m pregnant. Nasty water is what it’s going to be for a while.”
She should have expected it. Rafe sat back and looked at her, eyes narrowing. “Right now you’re supposed to say congratulations,” Beth pointed out, an edge to her voice.
Rafe glanced across the floor. The blonde in particular kept touching Cooper’s arm and running her hand down his back. He seemed uncomfortable, stiff, but so far he hadn’t moved away from her. Sexual fantasy was, after all, a big part of the package; making them believe that if only they had the opportunity, the sensuality that exploded out of his music would be directed at them personally.
“Friendly guy,” Rafe commented after watching them in silence for a long minute. “Do you know who she is?”
Cooper finally took a deliberate step back. He turned in her direction, rocked back on the heels of his boots and made an obvious attempt to watch the table and listen to the women at the same time. Beth could hear scraps of the conversation, Coop’s distracted “Yeah right uh no what was that? No I can’t do that, no private parties sorry.”
Somewhat relieved and equally distracted, she responded to Rafe, “What did you say?” “I asked if you know who she is,” he repeated.
“Don’t start with me Rafe,” Beth warned. “Coop knows a lot of people I don’t know.” She might be wrong about any previous relationship. Even if she was right, Cooper didn’t seem to enjoy the attention now. “Do you?” he persisted.
Reluctantly, Beth looked at them again, and admitted, “No, I don’t.”
Turning his back now on the women, Cooper no longer even pretended to listen to them. He muttered an excuse she couldn’t hear and started to approach the table, composure beginning to slip.
Rafe stood up, tossed a couple of francs on the table, and aimed his eyes at her with an impact like a bolt from a crossbow. “Maybe you ought to find out. Congratulations.”
Paris - Friday Morning
“Your flight leaves in about an hour,” Cooper glanced out the door of the hotel and then back, clasping her hand loosely in his. “The limo should be here soon. Slim’s got some paperwork I have to sign but it should only take a few minutes. Are you going to wait for me here?”
In the hotel lobby? Her anxiety level was already off the roof at the thought of leaving, and sitting around in the lobby, well she wasn’t going to do that, nor did she want to pace around the suite. And there was Ryan, hunched over in an overstuffed chair, waiting for her. She glanced at him – the human reminder that her time here was almost over. “I think I’ll walk across the street to the park.”
Cooper hesitated, following her gaze, directing a long, steady look at Ryan. Ryan met it, shifting his weight in the chair. Beth could hear the clink of dishes from the hotel restaurant behind them but the room was otherwise silent. The two men continued to watch each other. “Cooper?” she said, trying to break in. He absently responded, “Yeah baby?”
“I said I’m going across the street.” He ran his fingers across her cheek, lifted her chin. “Don’t go far. I want you right back here.” As if she intended to run down the street and hide. “You can always find me Coop.”
Cooper shot another look at Ryan. “Ten minutes,” he told him.
Ryan took a step toward them, stopped, then in a quiet voice responded, “She’ll be here.”
Parc de Quatre Fontaines
Picking her way across wet stone – the heels were going to have to go and soon – Beth said to Ryan, “I have to get back in a few minutes. Are you going to keep track of the time?” He mumbled something that sounded like yes, followed with a clearer warning to watch her step.
She strolled away from him, trying to admire the fountains although nothing much came to mind except they were large and wet. You need to deal with this…what had happened…and do it before the trip back, no matter how hard it was going to be. When Ryan stepped up behind her, she drew a breath, turned so quickly she very nearly bumped into him. The enormous, almost overwhelming physical attraction, the heat from his body, the quiet deep running emotion, still there.
"Sit down," Ryan ordered. "You shouldn't be walking around in those heels."
She sat on the rim of the fountain, the stone cool and damp, and smiled. “You know I’m pregnant, don’t you?” He shrugged, “I wasn’t sure who you were trying to hide it from. I knew it. After the other night, your body, yeah I knew it.”
“I wasn’t hiding it,” Beth snapped. “And I don’t want to talk about that. I want to clear up what happened that night.” Her irritation seemed to goad something similar in Ryan. Eyes narrowing, he shot back, “I thought nothing happened. You cleared that up before we left.”
“Ryan, will you just let me get this out? I’m not in a great mood – “ She paused, enormously tempted to simply walk back to the hotel; but it was THERE. Huge. “All right,” she continued, “I’m sorry I let it go as far as it did. We can't...not again. That’s all.”
He sat there quietly, leaves dropping on them, sat there so long she was beginning to wonder if he was going to reply. “I told you not to worry about that. You're still a married woman,” Ryan eventually replied. “It’s not my style to do something like that, not yours either. It won’t happen again, not while you're married.”
He was right about that, it wouldn’t, but the first part of that phrase stunned her. Still married? As in that might end any minute now? Stung, uneasy, Beth demanded, “You haven’t been sitting around with Rafe comparing notes on my marriage, have you? Laying bets on how soon it’s going to end? You're not going to say anything about what happened. Ryan?”
A jet of water blew spray across his face, sparkling on his skin, the faint freckles across his nose. Those freckles were endearing. Ryan leaned forward, shook his head and smiled, “That’s one thing I definitely didn’t do – sit down with Rafe and talk. And Beth, I can wait. I'm not saying a damned thing to anybody about what happened. You know it and I know it. I said it before and I'll say it again, I can wait."
"Ryan, that's not...I'm not asking you to wait for me. Don't tell me you're doing that."
Digging one high heel into the soft ground and destroying a bunch of red flowers in the process, Beth got up, walked across the grass and back onto the pavement without looking back at him. She could hear him following, feel him close behind her.
As she started out of the park toward the street, there was Cooper, looking annoyed.
Had it been ten minutes already? “I was just coming back,” Beth began.
“Maybe I need to buy somebody a watch,” he replied, glancing at Ryan, then leaned down and brushed her mouth with his. “We need to go.”
The limo pulled up in a flurry of autumn leaves. Ryan, who had been hanging behind, walked past them, his gaze fixed firmly on the ground in front of him.
His expression thoughtful, Cooper watched Ryan stride toward the limo. He was picking up something he didn’t like, not so much from his wife, but definitely from Ryan. He couldn’t deal with it right now, but when the tour was over, he was going to reconsider this arrangement.
“Call me as soon as you get back,” Cooper told her, turning away from Ryan. “And Beth…I love you baby. Thank you for doing this, coming here. I needed to see you.”
“I needed to see you just as much,” she whispered. “I love you too, Coop.”
Oceanside - Stanfield Residence - Saturday night
“No I’d rather wait to get Rayne,” Beth told Ryan, almost dragging her body through the door, the long flight from Paris mercifully behind her. It had been accomplished in silence for the most part, which hadn’t made it any easier either. Ryan steadfastly dug into magazines he didn’t appear to actually read; and she’d dozed fitfully. “She’ll be asleep anyway and I’m too tired to make that drive.”
She started down the hall, considering a hot bath and her bed, if she didn’t conk out in the tub, when she heard Ryan tell her to stop. He was still by the front door, luggage at his feet, staring intently around. “Wait,” he ordered. “Don’t go in there yet.”
Now what? Exhausted and irritable, Beth objected, “Ryan, I’m sure it’s fine and I’m dead on my feet.”
He walked directly into the kitchen, grabbed a coffee cup and held it up. “You haven’t been drinking coffee for a month now,” Ryan pointed out, looking at the cup, out the window, then back at the cup. “This wasn’t here when we left.”
She was too tired to think about a coffee cup; maybe she’d used it to get a drink of water; it was a week ago and she didn’t care. “I don’t know, Ryan. What difference does it make?"
He ignored her and strode quickly down the hall toward the heavy glass doors to her bedroom. Something about the intensity of his focus began to worry her. Something was wrong.
Beth backed up, returned to the foyer, on edge, looking up the staircase into the deep shadow of the second floor. Was someone up there?
Ryan leaped up the stairs and switched on the lights, all of them, light flaring and reflecting off the framed array of gold albums hanging on the wall in the upper landing. “Who has a key to this place?” he called down to her.
She couldn’t think clearly. “I guess…I guess the housekeeper does, but that’s scheduled. She wouldn’t have been here. Maybe Cooper’s parents but I’m not sure about that. And Wyatt.”
Ryan ran back down the stairs, unlocked the back door and started out into the night. Beth hesitated a moment then followed close behind him. “Wyatt called the day after we got to Paris,” she offered, at his back since he kept going. “He probably came in the house and looked around.”
All the way to the balustrade, and she was still wondering what was going on, trying to figure out what he was so concerned about. It didn’t make any sense. He was staring down the length of the patio toward the hot tub. In a hard, cold voice, Ryan responded, “He had help then. And they ‘inspected’ the bathtub, the fireplace and the bed sheets.”
Her tension eased but she still hung back a little behind him; maybe it was being pregnant again, whatever it was, she’d been at least momentarily frightened, and nothing was going to get past Ryan. “Well then he brought a girl with him and decided to go for it. Why is that a big deal?”
Ryan shook his head and turned to her, studying her, finally speaking quietly, “You still don’t understand what you’re dealing with. Who you are. Who you married. Remember Lola? Who was the girl? Does she work for one of the tabloids? Free lance who could sell shots of the two of them together? Take a blurred shot and claim it’s Cooper for the really big money? A dozen other scenarios including some a hell of a lot worse than photos -- he can’t do that. Not here. It’s a security risk.”
Her heart sank. She felt stupid, emotional, drained, and torn. Wyatt had so many problems, she didn’t want to pile on any more, but Cooper wouldn’t like it. Ryan was right. Cooper definitely wouldn’t like it. “Ryan – “ she began again, deeply unhappy.
“I’m going to do my job Beth,” he interrupted. “But nothing’s happening tonight. Go to bed.”
Pausing by her door, Beth turned and looked back at Ryan who stood by the balustrade looking down at nothing, wind blowing his hair, as if he were lost in thought. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment. Ryan...
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NEXT CHAPTER: Rising Above Chapter 6
25 comments:
Once again you have completely blown me away. I know this was a tough one. I have to say you really pulled it together despite everything. Your shots are simply wonderful…creative and lovely. Sometimes chapters really try hard to kick our asses but this is another amazing piece!
There is so much I can say here, how I love the way you write, especially when it comes to the relationship between Coop and B. The scene in the hotel was so sweet, sexy, and full of love. Sheer poetry. The surprise on Coop's face when he learned he was going to be a father again was priceless and perfect.
Cooper certainly went into rock monster mode with Ryan. Coop is no fool...he can easily see that there is a potential problem there. I wonder exactly how he will handle it.
Very fascinating point came out at the end about this high stakes game that is going on. There is so much to lose all around.
Wonderful writing, creative and lovely shots. I just loved it.
thank you...parts of this are still pretty thin, and you know I would have left out one scene altogether if not for you.
I think Rafe conducted himself well, too, considering where I think he wanted to go.
Rafe showed admirable restraint which is surprising. But I don't think he needed to say it out loud. He got his point across. Looks like he and Coop are really headed for a showdown too.
that particular confrontation has been a long time coming. Rafe's motivation is complicated, but once he grabs onto something, even if he's wrong, it takes a lot to make him change his mind.
Wonderful update Beth! I loved how the air is sort of clearing up a little, Beth and Ryan (Glad to hear it was "stopped" before going any further!) And her getting to tell Cooper she's pregnant. A lot of relief at last and then to have the contrast of the feeling of having to leave him in Paris, I hate to be away from my husband for one night when he has to work 3rd shift sometimes let alone months at a time! I would definitely be a basket case, especially being pregnant.
Good point Ryan brought up about Wyatt being there, I never really thought of that! And yes, Beth better get her hand in that game or it could turn out disastrous! :D
I loved it, the settings, the shots, all the emotion, just beautiful!
thanks Emily. This was an extremely difficult one for me to do. Sets crashed constantly. Clothes didn't work anymore. And I rewrote parts of it over and over again. I guess it is what it is at this point.
So, the shots, of course, are breathtaking, especially that shot of Ryan near the end. Stunning.
I am going to have to be honest here and say I am having uneasy feelings about Beth. I have always preferred the men in your guys stories, well, let's be honest, I prefer the guys in EVERY story! But there is something twitchy about her behavior I can't put my finger on. And I don't think it is just hormones!
Not too crazy about her at the moment, it was Ryan who stopped anything going further, not her. She would have done it. Wow.
Maybe Rafe and Ryan are on to something, picking up some vibes. I do not doubt the love Cooper and Beth have, but I wonder if outside influences will tear them apart. They both seem at times insecure, jealous, suspicious. And Cooper feels the vibes off Ryan, smart cookie.
However, that said, their reunion was sweet and loving.
Maybe I am way off base here...LOL!
And who is Beth calling? Gayl? Tony?
The park shots are beautiful, all the Paris shots, I know how you struggled to get them. The care shows.
Wonderful update...
well there will always be temptations and outside influences, and nobody is perfect. the decision to cut things short between Ryan and B was a mutual decision though -- not sure he's THAT heroic LOL!
the shots were hard to take but mostly because the game kept crashing on me, and people kept putting soap in the fountains. hate that....
I can definitely say that the call was not placed to Gayl or Tony.
thank you Karen!
Oh wow Beth!! See, I can't help skipping chapters but still...
So something DID happen between Ryan and Beth...I was wondering even though you hinted at it I wanted to make absolutely sure before I announced my distrust of her...something about her...*shrug*
Still a married woman? Interesting turn of phrase! I wonder, if Coop(who is so in love with her) and Beth don't last will Ryan slid into place!? Intrigue! Love it!
Your shoots were amazing! I love the fountain scenes esp. the overhead shot where you can see the leaves falling! Just brilliant!
Loving the story thus far! Had a hmm moment at the end which is great! Can't wait to see who she was calling!
awww poor B lmao! It could have been just a big hug! not a big enough deal to bust up a marriage anyway, or not in my experience...
kind of doubt any long term thing with Ryan will happen but who knows.
thank you about the shots! I admire yours so much, I really appreciate the compliment!
I just devoured this,
But I am so tired... I will comment properly tomorrow I swear. 80)
Absolutely stunning shots and even more intrigue. Just how far she let things go??? and at least one of them was thinking that night. LOL! For Ryan to have stopped it.
Coop and Beth are so sweet together, he is so thoroughly in love with her and she seems to feel the same exact way for him. Love the jealously and the Water with melted rocks, comment had me giggling. LOL!
thanks Cheri!
I don't think I got the point across in the park scene that I was trying to make. The brief physical encounter between B and R went no further because they BOTH decided to back off. I like and admire Ryan, but really doubt he would have leaped out of bed if she was determined to keep him there. I've been enjoying the reaction, but it really isn't what I intended to write.
Wow, Ryan is good at his job, even if he has an eye for Beth. Noticing that coffee cup, piecing everything together? He's very right. I wonder what will come of this...
The parts with Cooper and Beth were bittersweet. I'm not entirely sure why. I don't think their marriage is doomed to fail, it's probably the secret that now hangs between them. Such a shame! I don't think Cooper would be pleased when/if he finds out.
You did a good job, Beth, despite what you may think. ;)
thank you so much Mao. I really struggled with this one.
and I agree, secrets are like slow poison. better to get it over with and move on.
I see it now, LOL!
I was so groggy. Once again I am in utter awe, the writing the emotions. Everything is so perfect. You did an excellent job!
Bravo... That will teach me to read sleepy, LOL! 80)
Cherie, it's my writing, not you! and thank you.
Ack! The suspense is killing me. Who was Beth talking to at the end there?
Ryan is one sharp cookie. He picked up on Wyatt's presence in the house straight away. Very sharp cookie.
It's curious that Rafe and Ryan both seem under the impression that Beth and Coop's marriage is heading towards the rocks and Rafe's insinuation about the blonde woman - there's something there. What does Rafe know or rather why the heck is he trying to drive a wedge?
Everything and everyone seem to be trying their damndest to end this fairytale romance between the two.
Great storytelling as always. I love the title of the chapter too.
thank you Chari. Rafe makes assumptions based on his own behavior; he's not always right, but at least in this case he means well.
and thanks for the compliment about the title. I've broken a couple of bones myself because I didn't recognize that particular menace!
How easy it must be to start having doubts of your own about the state of your relationship when everyone around you assumes the worst and is not afraid to tell you. Its all headed very decidedly into a showdown between some very stubborn players.
Fantastic chapter!
thank you so much GS. that's exactly where I was trying to go. It's possible to choke on smoke even when there isn't any fire.
Wonderful chapter!!!
There is so much going on, I don't even know where to start...
Beth and Cooper are great together, I want to believe in their marriage in their love...
the attraction for Ryan is so dangerous and real, it just makes me wonder if she will fall for that... Ryan stopped last time... what if next time he doesn't have the guts to stop... so complicated...
And Cooper will still be away for so long...
Ryan is a fantastic body guard, a wonderful character... he is doing his job and a whole lot more.... I wonder what will happen when Coop is back...
Best wishes for Beth and Coop I really hope they will shut everybody's mouths and be happy forever!!!
Wonderful update, your writing is just fantastic!!! Lovely shots!!!
Bravo!!!
thank you Sandy
not sure what will happen when Cooper comes back. Gayl is right, he's no fool.
Hmmm... I wonder who she is calling? Hopefully, someone with some helpful advice. A true friend that isn't just trying to manipulate her.
Sure Coop and Beth may be experiencing flashes of jealousy or distrust at different times, but look at what might be the cause of it. Coop's no fool, he's had experience with this type of thing in the past... with people trying to drive wedges between him and his relationships. You can't very well call the guy paranoid when what he is sensing is a very real threat. He has become quite the sensitive guy.
I was surprised though to hear that Ryan was the one who put a stop to it... now I'm confused. Are you sure? Wasn't he the one who started coming on to her in the first place? Maybe there's something more going on than I thought. Maybe he's just been picking up on some kind of vibe from her... he is after all only a man... and a hot blooded one at that. This doesn't bode well at all for Beth and Coop's marriage if that's how it is... I hope it was just her pregnancy hormones at work. Sounds like Coop really does need to come home... and soon.
Oh, never mind! I read your little note to Cheri. What a relief! Yeah, that's sounds more like what really happened. LOL! Ryan's a bit twisted isn't he? That's what I call unfair fighting!
Beth obviously loves Coop a lot, and I know that he's crazy about her. I'm sure they'll be able to work things out. She'd have to be absolutely out of her mind to walk away on a great catch like him. And, also, they've got another little one on the way! Isn't that wonderful!
Looks like Rafe and Coop are certainly headed for a confrontation in the future. That should be most interesting.
Ack! I never thought about the tabloids stalking Coop's house for a juicy bit of gossip! Ryan really does know his stuff. I was impressed. He's absolutely right. Their indiscretion could easily turn into a lot of trouble. What ever was Wyatt thinking? Of course, he wasn't thinking at all, at least not with any common sense. But as a child star, you'd think that he might have been forewarned of this. Such a story leaking out could make real trouble for Bailey. Not a good thing at all.
Great writing! And the shots were terrific! Five more chapters or so to go! Yay! Lots of fun reading for me! I love how lengthy you make your episodes! :D
Thank you so much Tammy. The mysterious phone call has since sort of gotten misplaced, but I haven't forgotten about it, and will pick up on it again soon. Not necessarily someone with the greatest advice in the world though...
Ryan is more emotionally involved than he should be. It's gone beyond physical attraction.
Rafe and Cooper...that's a truly explosive mix LOL!
I really appreciate the compliment on my writing, more than you know. Thank you so much!
The contents of this chapter have been revised as of June 2009. The revisions significantly change the meaning of the chapter.
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