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Date Posted: 09:44:38 04/15/02 Mon
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Entropy 7— Say What?
“And the hills are burning, the wind is raging. And the clock strikes midnight, in the Garden of Allah.”
--Don Henley, “The Garden of Allah”
Elizabeth looked up at Jason, all decked out in his tuxedo, and almost laughed. He looked awfully out of place.
“It’s good to see you,” he commented casually.
“I wish I could say the same,” she said coldly.
“I told you I was sorry, a million times,” Jason said, noticing how angry his friend looked. “Didn’t you get my letters?”
Elizabeth stepped closer to him, her voice low. “That doesn’t mean anything, JASE. You knew about Lucky, you knew and didn’t tell me. You let me think that jerk was him.”
“I didn’t know, Liz. I had a hunch and I investigated it. Would it have been my place to tell you that the guy you were sleeping with might not have really been Lucky?”
Elizabeth glared at him. “If you really cared about me, if you really were my friend you would have told me. But I guess when I didn’t choose you that you decided I wasn’t worth it anymore.”
“You know that’s not true,” Jason hissed, pulling Elizabeth over to a more secluded part of the club. “I was trying to protect you. Imagine what it would have done to you if I told you what I thought? And then what if I found out I was wrong? It would have destroyed you—and our friendship.”
Elizabeth laughed sarcastically. “Well, your plan backfired, didn’t it? Unless you are so deluded into thinking we are still friends.”
“Why not?”
“Jason . . . not only did you keep your fears and worries about Lucky from me. But you . . . why didn’t you come to Aiden’s funeral?”
Jason looked stumped. He wanted to go, to support her, but he just couldn’t for reasons he couldn’t tell her about.
“Were you jealous? A little secret for you Jason . . . I did love you, at one point. If you hadn’t left, or if you had come back before Lucky did, I would have been with you. But you never came back and guess what? I got over you. But I still thought we were friends. I needed all the friends I could get after having to watch my lover die.” Elizabeth paused and took a deep breath. She really didn’t want to have another in depth conversation before she finished the first one. “Forget I said anything, Jason.”
“I wasn’t jealous, Liz. I really wanted to be there,” he told her sincerely. “When I found out . . . it killed me to think about how much pain you were in. I wanted to be there for you. Was . . . was Lucky?”
Elizabeth nodded. “More or less. God, he came but we didn’t spend any time together or anything. Emily was there for me, she was my rock. She came to PC every weekend when Aiden was sick and then after . . .”
Jason stepped forward, “Please understand that if I could have been there, I would have. I guess it cost me our friendship, and for that I’m sorry.”
Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder, finally spotting Lucky at the bar, talking to Natalie. “Listen, forget it. Maybe I’m on a live and let live kick or something, but it is in the past. Our friendship—it’s still there.”
A bit confused by her quick turn around, Jason merely smiled and pulled her into an impulsive hug, surprising even himself.
“Now, can I ask you something?” Jason asked with a guilty grin.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and laughed. “Dinner is about to start.”
“I’ll make it quick.”
“Fine.”
“Kristina Cassadine, what do you know about her?”
Elizabeth shrugged. “Uh, she dated Ned and then he dumped her and she . . . I am not sure, she kind of floated around Port Charles for a while. Oh wait, she was friends with Luc—I mean, Steve, you know . . .”
“The impostor?”
She nodded. “Yeah, but that didn’t last too long, because Lucky came home and he left. Then, about six months later Kristina left Port Charles to come here.”
“Hmm,” Jason sighed, folding his arms across his chest. “That’s all you know?”
“Well, that and she wasn’t like the other Cassadines. I didn’t know her well, but Nikolas always says he can’t believe he could actually be related to her. She is about as anti-Cassadine as you can get.”
Jason looked across the club, finding Kristina talking to Carly. He tensed up, feeling as if he had run into a brick wall with the girl. She was clean and rather boring, in fact. He was going to need to get something on her if he was going to preempt whatever she had planned.
“Thanks,” Jason said. “I’ll let you go, don’t want you to miss this fabulous meal. Natalie swears it’ll knock you out.”
Elizabeth laughed, “You and Natalie had a civil conversation.”
“Ok, so I lied, she never said that.” Jason was a bit distracted but managed a smile. “See you around?”
“Yeah . . . wait, why do you want to know about Kristina?”
Jason smiled. “I have a crush on her?”
Elizabeth tilted her head the side and shook it slightly. “Try again.”
“It’s no big deal, trust me. Go find your date, I’ll talk to you later.”
**
Lucky draped his arm around Natalie’s shoulder. He still wasn’t feeling good, which was odd. He thought getting out of the storage room would do the trick, but he still felt lightheaded, like he was drunk.
She led them to table on, helping ease Lucky into his seat before taking her own. He looked up at her, his blue eyes glazed over but as bright as ever. There was something different about him, Natalie thought, but she wasn’t sure what it was.
“I really, really love you, Nat,” Lucky whispered as he leaned closer to her. “You know, you’re the best friend I could ever have.”
“I feel the same way, Lucky,” Natalie told him, her heart in her throat as he spoke.
Lucky reached out and touched her face. “You’re strong, and smart, and fun—oh god, Natalie, I have so much fun with you, you make me spin . . . and you’re sexy, really beautiful. And if I weren’t still in love with Elizabeth I’d be madly in love with you. You’re amazing.”
Natalie had heard about heartbreak, but she never knew what it was before now. She’d never have him, no matter how much she tried, no matter how close they became she’d never have his heart.
Natalie smiled sadly, wondering why Lucky was saying these things to her now. “Lucky, it’s good thing you are still in love with Liz, because I wouldn’t take you anyway,” she joked. “I’m not in it for the long term.”
“Yes you are,” Lucky whispered. He closed his eyes, hoping desperately that the room would stop spinning. “You’re too wonderful not to be.”
“Lucas!” Sly called out as he grabbed Lucky’s shoulder. “Can we talk?”
Lucky looked up at Sly and nodded. “Be right back, Nat.” With that he kissed her gently on the lips and smiled. “You won’t go anywhere?”
On the verge of tears she shook her head and watched Lucky walk away with Sly. Natalie pressed her hands against her eyes, guarding against the emotions she could feel on their way out. With a deep breath and a drink of her water, Natalie looked around, wondering if anyone had witnessed the moment. She saw Elizabeth chatting with Zander and Jax and felt her chest tighten. Something had happened between Lucky and Elizabeth downstairs, that Natalie was certain of.
Something big enough happened between the two to compel Lucky to break her heart.
**
“Cousin, I want you to meet Jack Mills the A&R man at Interscope Records,” Sly said as he introduced Lucky to a tall, middle aged man who looked fairly out of place in Nighttown.
Lucky looked between Sly and Jack, “That’s . . . cool?”
“Even better than that,” Sly began. “Remember that tape we made?”
“The demo you made when you wanted to show off your bass skills because you were tired of acting?” Lucky asked. He could feel the room slowing down, he was coming back to earth.
“Yeah, remember you sang and played guitar?”
“Oh shit, Sly, you didn’t?” Lucky asked hopefully.
Sly nodded and smiled, “I gave it to a friend at Interscope and he gave it to Jack and . . . tell him, Jack.”
“I loved it, kid. You two make a great sound—your voice reminds me of Bono’s. If you want, I want to get you in a studio and make a record,” Jack told a disbelieving Lucky.
Lucky forced a smile and grabbed Sly by the back of his jacket. “Excuse us, Jack, but Sly and I have to go to the bathroom.”
Sly laughed as Lucky pulled him away, “We’re close, family—you can’t live with them, can’t go to the bathroom without them!”
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Lucky asked as he slammed the bathroom door shut.
Sly looked around, hoping nobody was in there.
“Excuse me,” Dillon announced as he stepped out of one of the stalls. He sniffed and wiped his nose a couple of times before squeezing passed an unmoving Lucky and out of the bathroom.
“I hate that guy,” Sly noted with a casual smirk. “Now, what has got you so hot under the collar, Lucky?”
“Why would you do that?”
“Do what? Get you your big break? Do something that will fulfill our childhood dream of being in a band together?”
“Sly, I grew out of that dream. I don’t want to be a rock star anymore. I don’t want to be—I can’t . . . I don’t want any of that. All I want is some peace in my life,” Lucky explained. He knew Sly’s intentions were completely honorable and good-natured.
“I just thought, you know, that this could be fun,” Sly told his cousin. “I worry about you, man. You used to be so full of ideas and excitement. An idealist in a cynical world.”
Lucky leaned against the wall and looked down at the ground sadly. “I know, I know I’ve let everyone down.”
“What? No, never,” Sly stated adamantly. “We all change, that’s cool with me. I don’t expect anything from you, Lucky. We’re blood, man, we’re best friends. Nothing will ever change that, got it?”
Lucky looked up at Sly and smiled. He had no idea what he would have done without Carly and Sly for the last six years, they were his anchor to the world. Without them he’d have been lost.
“Come here,” Sly ordered Lucky, pulling his cousin into a hug. “Don’t worry about Jack, I’ll tell him thanks but no thanks. I still want my Oscar and you’re not interested.”
“Wait!” Lucky said, stopping Sly from leaving the restroom. “Just tell him I’ll get back to him in a few days, ok?”
“Really?” Sly asked hopefully. “Are you sure? I have no problems with turning Jack down.”
“Let me think about it, ok.”
**
Nikolas followed Emily to her table, a loopy grin on his face as he watched her slow burn of a walk. He was going nuts. This flirtatious, “friend” game they were playing was fun but he desperately hoped it wouldn’t last all night.
Pulling out her chair, Nikolas held his breath as he saw Sly coming towards him from one direction and Sarah the other.
“Damn,” he muttered under his breath.
“Hey, Cassadine, thanks for entertaining my date,” Sly said with a laugh, placing his hand on the back of the empty chair. Nikolas held onto it as well.
“My pleasure,” he smiled, “Emily is a lot of fun.”
“Preaching to the choir, man,” Sly winked, a playful grin popping on his face as Sarah finally reached her destination. “Though, I think you are in for some unfun.”
“What?” Nikolas asked as he turned around to see Sarah glaring up at him. “Sarah! There you are.”
Sarah, her hands planted firmly on her hips, said nothing.
“So, how did things go with your brother?”
Sarah remained silent. Nikolas desperately looked to Emily and Sly for help.
“Emily and I were . . . Sly here is . . . Sarah, say something, please,” Nikolas pleaded in a whisper.
“How could you do that, Nikolas? Abandon me with that bitch!”
“Gia’s not a bitch,” Nikolas said defensively. “She’s just misunderstood.”
“Like Carly,” Sly added. “I happen to like women with some fire in them. You know, like your sister. She’s a fireball.”
Sly’s statement only angered Sarah more. “Nikolas, come with me.”
“Thanks for the help, Sly,” Nikolas hissed.
Sly held his hands over his heart and declared, “I speak the truth. Women like Em, and Gia, and Liz, and even my dear cousin Carly are far more fun than boring nag’s like Dr. Web--.”
Emily reached up and stuffed a piece of bread in Sly’s mouth.
“Don’t mind him—he’s drunk.”
“No, I’m not,” Sly muttered as he removed the bread from his mouth.
“I’m, um, staying here,” Nikolas stated firmly.
“Yeah, this is his table,” Emily pointed out happily.
Sarah looked Emily dumbfounded. “No it is not, we don’t rank at table 2, we’re at table 3.”
“Whose fault is that?” Sly asked with a laugh. Sarah looked at him, on the verge of actual physical violence, causing Sly to take a step away from the table. He held up his fingers in the form of a cross and whispered, “Back, evil fiend, back!”
“Come on, Nikolas,” Sarah ordered, her glare penetrating.
“Emily,” he began, whispering to her. “I didn’t mean to lie.”
“No, no, don’t worry about it. I never realized Sarah could be so evil—your lie is completely understandable. Don’t worry—I WILL see you after dinner.”
“Is that a promise?” Nikolas asked hopefully.
Emily grabbed his tie and pulled him into a kiss. “There is more where that came from.”
With that Nikolas floated after Sarah, his mind on the potential for the rest of the evening.
Sly sat down next to Emily, a smile on his beautiful lips.
“What?” Emily asked breathlessly.
“Emily and Nikolas, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G,” Sly sang, getting Emily to punch his arm. “Owe.”
“Quit it.”
“What? I think it is adorable—you and the Prince. If you two got married, would you be a Princess? Oh, would you someday get to be Queen?”
Emily laughed and shook her head, “I don’t know, but I can say that one of us is exhibiting queen like qualities.”
“What can I say babe, I’m a straight man with a Queen’s personality.” He reached for his water, “Though, got to say, I’m trying to quit.”
“Well, telling Sarah to her face that she is a boring nag isn’t the way to do it.”
Sly rolled his eyes and yawned. “I know, I know. Is it me or is it categorically impossible for Liz and Sarah to actually be sisters? They are so different. I mean, Liz is fun and hot.”
Emily looked at Sly skeptically. “You don’t find Sarah attractive? Sly, you find almost any woman attractive.”
“I like women,” he said triumphantly before adding, “But there is a different between a woman with a nice set of stems--.”
Emily punched him in the arm again, “Pig.”
“Owe,” he moaned, then continued. “Sarah is hot and all, but Liz . . . now that’s a woman.”
Emily eyed her friend suspiciously. “Sly, do you have a crush on Liz?”
“What? Hell, Em, no…Liz is, well, she’s like an ideal—like you are. But there are lines I don’t cross, not even for an ideal. You and I, we’re friends, a line that shall never be crossed. And Liz—she’s Lucky’s girl. Even if she isn’t Lucky’s girl, she’ll always be Lucky’s girl. I know that, now.”
“Now? As in you had to learn the lesson?” Emily challenged.
“Did I say now? I meant, I know that, WOW!” Sly lied nervously. “Don’t worry, Em, there are like over three billion women in the world, there is no way I’m stupid enough to have a crush on my cousin’s great love. The only sillier thing for me to do would be to fall for you.”
“Oh, really?” she asked, feeling slightly insulted.
He smiled apologetically and held up his hand. “No, Emily, I mean—you’re great, amazing, hot, everything I could dream of--.”
“Who isn’t Liz, apparently.”
“—but you’re Emily. Are you about to fall in love with Lucky? No. It just doesn’t work that way with us. We’re friends, we’re siblings from different parents. It has always been platonic and it will always be platonic,” Sly paused, thought, then added, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to sex, on occasion.”
“Why, gee, Sly, I had no idea you wanted to sleep with Lucky,” Emily teased.
Sly shuddered, motioning for one of the waiters, “NOW, I need a drink.”
**
“You know,” Jax said as he entered Carly’s office. “I am having a gigantic déjà vu feeling right now. Like I’ve done this before.”
Carly looked up from her desk and smiled tiredly. “Done what?”
“Realize you are missing from the party only to find you in your office. Now, the first time this happened you were feeling anxious because of Corinthos. But, Caroline, Corinthos isn’t even on the radar map anymore, so what’s got you up here?”
“Would you believe me if I said I’m up here to savor the moment?”
Sitting down, Jax nodded. “Kind of like you’ve come full circle since Club 101?”
Carly filled up her near empty wineglass and sighed. “When I think about how much my life has changed in six years . . . it feels like I’m remembering a different person. I was so clueless back then, Jax. I am just thankful I haven’t screwed this up yet.”
“You kidding me? Carly, you’re one of the smartest, most astute businesswomen I’ve ever met. And I’ve met some of who boast an armful of degrees from over priced American Universities. And you, love, rank at the top.”
Carly smiled, amazed at how wonderful Jax could still make her feel. “Jax, thanks, but that isn’t what I meant. I know I’m a kick ass businesswoman. I have some of the most successful clubs on the East Coast.”
Jax looked at her proudly. He thought it was crazy when he first realized how he felt, but Carly was the first woman to make sense in his life since Brenda.
“What I meant was I’m surprised I haven’t screwed up my personal life yet. Lucky and Sly have stood by me for six years, Natalie and I have been partners and friends almost as long. And you . . . I am still amazed I haven’t found a way to drive you away. I’ve driven away just about every other man in my life.”
“Carly,” Jax began while leaning forward in his seat. “In case you haven’t notice, I’m not like the other men in your life. I’m not Jason or Tony or Sonny. I’m not going to build my expectations for you so high that you are bound to fail, and I’m not going to put them so low because I expect little. I honestly respect you for everything that makes you Carly. I guess you can say I love you, unconditionally.”
“You love me?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Like, really?”
“I wouldn’t lie.”
Carly looked at Jax seriously, “What does this mean?”
“It all depends on what you feel,” Jax told her softly. He stood up and walked to the door, giving her one last smile before returning to the party.
Carly slammed her head down on the desk in frustration. She knew she should return to the party, she was the host after all. But she just wanted a few moments alone. When she looked up, she found she wasn’t alone.
“Do you have a headache?”
Carly smiled and laughed. “As blunt as ever, ‘eh Jase?”
“Jax wasn’t bothering you, was he? I’ll take his ass out back and beat the White Knight into a bloody pulp,” Jason offered a bit too enthusiastically.
“No, that’s alright,” Carly said with a laugh. “I’d hate for you to kill the man I love.”
“You love that jerk?” Jason asked with a gasp. When he took in Carly’s own shocked expression at her words, he smiled thoughtfully. “Which is great. You and . . . Jax is . . . if you love him, I won’t kill him.”
Carly leaned her head to the side, still thrown by her own, late admission. “I think that is the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“I’m getting soft in my old age.”
“Apparently,” Carly noted.
“Do you really love the Aussie windbag?”
Carly nodded, a soft, content look washing over her face. “Yeah, I do . . . I just wish I would have told him. He loves me, Jase, in ways nobody ever has. He really is amazing.”
Jason rolled his eyes and yawned, “I’m happy for YOU. Not Jax, sorry. I just can’t like the guy, it goes against everything in my nature. If he ever hurts you I will kill him, that I promise.”
“So, Morgan, why are you back? Come for my little old party?”
“Well . . .”
“Ok, just tell me it isn’t because of Liz. I swear, we need to get you a new crush. I like her now, but, Jase, find someone else.”
“I’m here on . . . not pleasure, if that is what you are wondering.” He looked at Carly seriously, his voice low and ominous, “Send Kristina Cassadine home right now. Tell your security to escort her out of here.”
“Why? Jason, what’s going on?”
He knew he couldn’t tell her the truth, he smiled weakly. “She’s a reporter, never trust them.”
“True, she is a reporter—a gossip columnist. Her write up in the Daily News will give the club a lot of exposure. Unless you give me a reason to kick her out—a real reason—I won’t do it.”
Jason frowned, Carly was as stubborn as ever. “Just trust me, this one time, Carly.”
“You know, Jason, I haven’t gotten this far in business without knowing a thing or two,” Carly began as she stood up and walked to the door. “And I know that the publicity Pippi’s story will give Nighttown is important. Since you are unwilling to divulge your grievances against her, I’m going to have to say thanks for the concern and enjoy the party. But I have guests to mingle with.”
Jason gritted his teeth, wishing for once that Carly wasn’t as stubborn as she was.
**
Lucky stood over the bar, chatting with Zander, who was no on duty, when he felt a delicate tap on his shoulder. Zander’s smile faltered a bit, signaling to Lucky who was behind him.
“We need to talk,” Elizabeth told him with a hopeful smile. “In fact, we need to finish our talk.”
“Elizabeth . . .” Lucky began, wanting to give into her right then and there, but something was holding him back. He didn’t know why, it wasn’t that he didn’t love her. He did, what he told her in the storage room with the total truth. But he couldn’t let himself be with her, not yet.
Elizabeth groaned and tossed her head back. “You used to call me stubborn?” She looked at Zander, her eyes raised knowingly. “Didn’t I tell you?”
Lucky stared at her in shock. “What did you tell him?”
“Oh, like you didn’t go and tell Natalie every detail of what went on downstairs? Zander is my friend and my date, so what if I told him something.”
Flustered, Lucky ran his hand through his fingers and sighed. “I didn’t tell Natalie about what happened. I told her I loved her!”
“What?” Elizabeth asked, repeating it in shock, “WHAT?”
Lucky winced. “That didn’t come out the way I meant it.”
“Are you sure?” Zander asked with a chuckle, amused by the show.
“How did you mean it? Because, really, Lucky, are you just going around telling women you love them tonight? Who haven’t you told that yet?” Elizabeth looked around the club, spotting someone and pointing, “Did you tell Nicole Kidman? I’m sure she’d like to know!”
“I hope not,” Zander mused, gazing longingly at the actress.
“Huh?” she asked Zander, but quickly turned her attention back to Lucky. “I’d like an explanation, Lucky.”
“First of all, I think someone spiked my drink,” he explained. “But that is not an excuse…not entirely.”
“Such a sweet talker,” she shot back.
“Elizabeth,” he sighed. “What I told you downstairs I might not have said under normal circumstances. I meant it, though. I do love you, I have always loved you. That will never change.”
“But you love Natalie too?” she asked, trying to figure out what the hell he meant.
“Yes, but I’m not in love with her. Don’t you understand that? I love her, she means a lot to me, but I’m not in love with her.”
Feeling a little bit better, Elizabeth pushed further. “So, you feel for Natalie what you feel for, say, Emily?”
“No, I wouldn’t say that. With Emily there is no attraction, no spark. I love her and would do anything for her but . . . she’s like my sister,” Lucky explained and noticed the displeasure returning to Elizabeth’s eyes. It made him frustrated. “Oh, so I’m not allowed to be attracted to Natalie but you could sleep with the impostor AND fall in love with Aiden? How is that fair?”
“Back to there, Lucky? You’ve got to be kidding me,” Elizabeth grumbled tiredly.
“You know what? Forget it,” Lucky declared and stormed away from the bar. Elizabeth pulled herself up onto the barstool and smiled at Zander.
“I’d say that went really well,” she noted, adding, “I mean, this is reason enough to start planning the wedding.”
Zander smiled gently. “Hey, anything can happen, Liz. Look at it this way, at least you two have something right now,” he said, fixing her a gin and tonic.
“What? Anger and bitterness?”
He shrugged, “Better than what you had for the last how many years, right? If he can get that mad at you, he can only love you more. And hey, I think this night is the beginning of something.”
“Oh really?” Elizabeth asked skeptically, taking a sip of her drink. “Are you the same Zander who was suffering from delusional paranoia earlier in the evening?”
“A certain person,” he began, spotting the woman whose number he had tucked safely inside his pocket, “gave me reason to think optimistically.”
Elizabeth laughed, “Well, either way, this has been an interesting night.”
**
As the party wound down Lucky found himself outside the club. He took a deep breath and pulled his suit coat back on. He wasn’t sure how he had done it, but he managed to avoid Elizabeth the entire remainder of the night.
“I didn’t drink enough,” he said to nobody particular. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, he found a slip of paper that hadn’t been there before. “Hmm?” He thought maybe it was from Elizabeth, and he wanted to wallow in his frustration a little bit longer. He returned the note to his pocket, telling himself he’d read it later.
“Where are you going?” Carly asked from the door.
“Home, Caroline. I’m exhausted,” he told his cousin. “Will I see you tonight?”
“Maybe, but . . . I wouldn’t bet on it,” she said hopefully, giving Lucky a hug goodnight.
“Does this have anything to do with that new necklace you are wearing? From Mr. Jacks I presume,” Lucky took the key in his fingers and smiled. “He’s a good guy, he better treat you well.”
“Good night, Lucky,” Carly waved as she watched him walk away down the street.
Jax came up along side of her, running his had softly over her bare shoulder.
“Most of the A list guests have left,” Carly stated, a hint of sadness in her voice.
“So have most of the Port Charles contingent,” Jax whispered, his voice sending a warm chill down Carly’s spine.
“I love you too,” she said impulsively. Her plan was to tell him . . . well, in a moment more romantic than standing outside the club at 3 a.m.
Jax smiled as he looked her in the eyes. “That’s all I wanted to hear,” he whispered before kissing her gently, passionately. “I’ve waited six years, but I would have waited sixty.”
“Oh god, Jax, stop it,” she begged, her knees like jelly. “I can’t leave until the last guest is gone and if you keep saying these kind of things I don’t think I’ll make it.”
Jax laughed, offering her his arm. “Let’s go back in and pretend we’re just friends.”
“I never said we had to do that,” Carly told him seductively.
**
“How did you get the job of escorting me home?” Sly asked as he and Natalie crawled into the limo. “Where the frick is my date?”
“You’re drunk, Sly, and Emily left with Nikolas,” Natalie explained.
“I’m not drunk,” he stated soberly, before giggling and smirking. “Ok, maybe a little. But I assure you, I can still perform.”
“You mean act?” she asked, not really paying attention.
“No, I don’t mean acting,” Sly whispered. He reached for Natalie, turning her to face him. “But if you want me to pretend, I will.”
“Sly, don’t even think about it,” Natalie warned. “You’re Lucky’s cousin.”
Sly groaned, “Do you think I care? Every woman I know has some sort of history with Lucky. Well, I’m here to inform you that just because he’s my cousin doesn’t mean I’m unavailable. If he only knew . . .”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Natalie confessed. “He told me something tonight and . . . if I did anything with you it would only look like I did it because of what he said. And I wouldn’t want it to be that way.”
“It doesn’t have to be, Natalie.” Sly leaned forward and kissed her. She was thrown by the amount of passion and need in his kiss. It was nothing like she had thought. He was always so playful and fun, the less deep version of Lucky, she thought. But if his kiss was any indication, he was his own man all together.
With all the willpower she had, Natalie pulled away. “Not like this, Sly.”
“Ok, ok,” he sighed. “Looks like another solo evening for me.”
Natalie laughed lightly, kissing him on the cheek. “I like you, Sly, I do. And if the situation were any different.”
“But it isn’t. You’re hung up on Lucky. I get it.”
Sly gazed out the window, wondering how the hell Lucky managed to have so many women in love with him yet he still be the loneliest guy in the world.
**
Kristina opened her apartment door, the darkness engulfing her as she stepped in. She reached to turn on the lights, and as she did came face to face with a tall, masked man.
Before she could scream or fight back her mouth was covered and she passed out. The man bound her hands behind her back, then her legs, and gagged her mouth. He folded his arms across his chest and looked down at her, wondering how exactly this was going to play out.
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