Kristen followed Kevin into their spacious home, slamming the door behind her. “Don’t play games with me Kevin Scott Richardson. I asked you a question and you’re avoiding the real answer. Now do you want to tell me why that whore came back or do I have to call Nick to find out?”

Kevin paused at the landing of steps. He clutched his hands together until his knuckles were white, than taking a deep breath he spoke with caution. “There’s no need to involve Nicky. Come into the kitchen, we’ll talk more in there.” He turned around and traveled down the short hallway into the cozy kitchen. Once in the room he pulled out a chair for Kristen and took the seat next to hers.

Crossing her arms over her chest Kristen tapped her foot on the ground. “I’ll stand. And this better be good.” She glared at the raven-haired man in front of her.

Rubbing his hand over his face, he paused at his goatee that hung just a few inches from his chin and tugged lightly. It was something Kevin did often when thinking. “I wanted to reveal the truth. I wanted her to come back to face her lies and her past. I wanted her to be in the stand, while we sat and watched as her judge and jury.” He explained carefully.

Leaning her body down to Kevin’s, her breast slightly showing from the top of her blouse, Kristen brought her lips to her husband’s ear. “Now was that so hard? Maybe I can help with this plan of years.” She offered in a seductive tone.

The excitement in her voice turned Kevin on. “Later.” He growled, pulling on Kristen’s blonde locks and bringing her mouth to his. “First I want to get that ‘something’ you promised me early.” He muttered, before engulfing Kristen in a deep and passionate kiss. There was always something about her vindictive side that aroused him.

*

Nick jumped back, startled that Maggie had not been sleeping when he had kissed her. “I…I…I…” he stuttered, unsure of what to say.

“Just get out!” Maggie demanded, pointing to the door.

Obeying her request Nick exited the room and shut the door behind him. Once he was on the other side of the door he smirked. “She liked it.” He said to himself before strutting to his room.

- - - - -

Maggie sat up in the bed and smiled. She hadn’t expected Nick to take action, but the touch of his lips against hers was just what she had been longing for. Then she frowned. “Why did I just throw him out?” She asked out loud. For the first time since Nick

had exited the room she let out a deep breath. “Wow.” It didn’t take much contemplating before Maggie threw back the covers and plodded along the plush, tan carpet to the door. She tried to open it as quietly as possible, but it still managed to creek. Cringing she tiptoed towards Nick’s room.

Once Maggie reached his door she stalled. “To go in or not to go in.” She thought. “What the hell.” She turned the knob and entered the room.

Nick was lying on his side, one arm propping his head up, and his other hand holding a telephone to his ear. He was oblivious to the fact that Maggie was creeping over to his bed. “Yeah…No, it’s all good man. Sure. Tell her I said to shut up.”

Nick laughed. “Tell her when I come home to visit I’m kicking her butt.”

Silence filled the room while the person on the other end responded. “In her dreams. So, lil bro, when does the ne… AHHHH!” Nick yelled as Maggie pounced on him.

“Did I scare ya?” She beamed.

Nick nodded then put his finger up to signal Maggie to wait. “Hey, Air-boy, I have to get going.”

There was a moment of silence again as Aaron responded. “None of your business, kid. Tell the family hi and send my love. I’m out.” With his good bye said Nick hung up the phone and rolled over to face Maggie.

“Care to explain?”

Looking into Nick’s baby blues, Maggie used all the bravery she had and placed her lips on his.

This kiss started out simple, just her lips on his, then Nick parted her mouth with his tongue. She eagerly accepted and the kiss deepened. Before Maggie could object Nick laid her down on the bed and balanced his body over hers, all the while, they never broke the kiss.

Maggie’s head swirled with desire as Nick grinded his body into hers. She felt at place holding him so close. She let her hands travel to his hair, where she raked them through the dirty blonde locks.

Letting a moan escape, Nick pushed himself harder into Maggie. Then he paused, breathing heavily he locked eyes with her. “This isn’t a good idea.” He struggled to say in between breaths.

*

In AJ’s hospital room plans were being made to keep Maggie in Orlando.

Brian chewed on a pencil, deep in concentration. “What about Judy?” He suggested.

AJ nodded, slowly, as though he were thinking the idea over. “You know what, I think I still have her number stored on my cell phone.” He pointed to a small, yellow duffel bag sitting on the floor a few feet away. “Gimmie that.” He requested.

Handing the bag to AJ, Brian looked at his friend with confusion. “What exactly are you going to say to her? ‘Hey Judy, remember me, Alex. Yeah, it’s been two years, but I’m in the hospital from a bad night with liquor and now I want to get my best friend back. Care to help?’” His tone was laced with sarcasm.

Giving the blonde in front of him a scowl AJ dug through the bag until he came across his cell phone. He pressed a few buttons and a minute later he was smiling broadly at Brian. “Bingo!”

*

The phone rang inside Judy’s Orlando condo, causing the light haired woman to rush inside from where she was lounging on the deck. “Talk dirty to me.” She answered after several demanding rings.

Shocked to hear the voice of AJ on the other end, Judy dropped the receiver to the ground. She bent down and quickly put it back to her ear. “Sorry, AJ, you’re the last person I was expecting. So what can I do you for?”

Judy listened intently as AJ began to explain his idea to her. After giving him her undivided attention for several minutes she grinned. “Count me in.” She spoke with no hesitation.

Shortly after she hung up with AJ. The feeling of anticipation was coursing through her as she danced around to celebrate the return, and hopefully the stay, of her closest friend.