Chapter Eight

heir days together began to take on a routine. Incredible nights filled with making love together followed by peaceful days of just being together and enjoying each other's company. As she had hoped, each day they were together the bond between them grew stronger. But in the back of her mind she was always aware of the fact time could be running out for them. She had to tell Sonny who she was and she had to tell him soon.

As for Sonny, he couldn't remember a time he'd felt so sexually sated in his life. As much as he enjoyed spending a quiet afternoon laying in each other's arms reading or talking, he couldn't wait for night to come each night so they could tear each other's clothes off and be together. Of course, the person he knew himself to be was more and more disgusted and appalled by the things he was doing as time went by. It was the thing that kept him from being truly happy with her. That and one other thing.

Not that he was bored with the routine they had fallen in, but he thought a little variety couldn't hurt to spice up their life together, so he innocently suggested they go outside and have a picnic. She knew by now that he wasn't planning to leave and that he was perfectly content to remain with her and be with her. So she couldn't think he wanted to go outside so he could escape her. But when he suggested it she declared vehemently she didn't want him going outside.

After that, he remembered certain things that he hadn't picked up on before. Whenever he even got near a window she'd distract him so he wouldn't look out the window. It was like she was afraid if he looked out the window, he might recognize his surroundings. He decided to put his theory to the test and everytime he got near a window she would draw him away before he had a chance to look out. His instincts told him if he could go outside and look around everything would suddenly make sense. He would know who she was and why he was acting the way he was. So, he waited.

There supplies were running low and she would have to go to the store soon to restock them. When she did, he would go outside and he would find out what she didn't want him to know.

arlos Montoya's men didn't greet his arrival in Port Charles with joy. They still hadn't located the men who had helped the mystery woman abscond with Sonny Corinthos from Jake's Pool Hall, but they declared they were getting closer to finding them.

On the way to Port Charles, Carlos had asked some of his associates to fill him in on Corinthos' operation in Port Charles. He wanted to know what he'd be dealing with when he came to Port Charles. Carlos had been very pleased at what he learned. Compared to Corinthos, Carlos was small potatoes, but Carlos didn't intend for it to stay way. Getting the money back that had been stolen from him no longer seemed so important. If he could take control of Corinthos' operation, that money would be nothing but chump change. It would be so easy, too. All he would have to do would be to find Corinthos and kill him. Because of the code they all lived by there wouldn't even be any mob retaliation for what he'd done.

While that bitch who'd warmed his bed had handed him a crate of lemons when she stole that money from him, he was going to turn around and turn them into lemonade. And he was going to owe it all to her. When he finally got his hands on her, he would have to think of a real special way to say thank you.

onny had gone through all the cupboards and cabinets and knew today was the day she would have to leave the house to get them something to eat. Sonny had casually mentioned that he thought they were low on food, and if there was a creek or something around here, he might have to go fishing so they'd have something to eat for dinner. She hadn't like that suggestion at all, since she was doing everything in her power to keep him from going outside. He could her banging the cupboard doors open and closed looking for something they could have to eat, tonight. When he heard her coming back into the living room, he pretended that he had fallen asleep.

"Sonny." She called as she entered. "It looks I'm going to have to go to the store." Then she saw that he was asleep. "Looks like luck is on my side." She said happily. "If I'm quick, I may even be able to get back here before you wake-up."

She picked up an afghan that was laying by the fire and covered him with it. "You just keep sleeping, baby." She told him. "I'll be right back." Then she quietly left the house.

His eyes popped open when he heard her close the doors behind her, then he listened as she started up her car. He waited another ten minutes to make sure she was well out of sight before he got up off the couch and headed outside.

For a few moments he stood in the doorway just looking at his surroundings. The house was surrounded by trees and he inhaled the clean country air. So far nothing looked familiar to him. He couldn't see any reason why she wouldn't want him to leave the house. He stepped out in the yard and began to look around. There was something familiar about the place, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then he stepped back to get a good view of the house that seemed so familiar to him. And that was when he knew where he was.

A memory came rushing back to him. Right after he and Brenda had gotten back together, he had brought her to the exact spot the house now sat on. They had had a picnic and made love and planned on building their dreamhouse on this exact spot. They had planned exactly what it would look like down to the littliest detail and had plans drawn up to have it built. Only it never had been built. After that Brenda had been accused of killing Dr. Dorman, they had gone on the run together and then he had left her.

"This is impossible." He shook his head vehemently in denial. This house couldn't exist. Only he and Brenda had known about it and neither of them had had it built. It had been left an unfulfilled dream just like all the rest of their dreams of a life together had been. But the house did exist. It was here and there was only one person who could have had it built.

No! His mind rebelled against that thought. That woman was not Brenda. Brenda was dead. And even if by some miracle she was alive, she wouldn't come back to him, she would come back to Jax. After what he'd done to make her hate him, she didn't care if he lived or died. She proved that the night of the warehouse fire when she ran past him to get to Jax and hadn't even cared enough to ask him if he was all right.

"Brenda is dead!" He yelled at his surroundings. "Even if she was alive, she wouldn't come back to me!" Then he felt he standing behind him and he turned around to face her. She wasn't wearing her veil to conceal herself and he could see the truth with his own eyes.

"I'm not dead, baby." She told him, as he continued to stare at her in shock, still not believing what his own eyes told him was true. "I've come back to you at long last."