A little bit of context: This story is taking place during the fall of 1991. I will make some changes from the real story, as you will discover as the story unfolds. Holly is engaged to Daniel and Roger has been trying to get rid of the doctor so that he could get his hands back on WSPR (which Daniel now partly owns). What Roger had not planned was to fall in love with Holly all over again along the way. The story starts after Roger has followed Holly home to convince her that Daniel is not the man for her...Another thing, there is going to be a lot of sex in this story, more than in my previous ones. I strive to keep it tasteful and I do feel that the sex scenes are relevant. However, if you're not into erotica, I suggest that you read no further!

Holly's place.

"And heaven help me, I love you still."

Roger took a few steps and grabbed Holly by the arms. Before she could shake him off, he leaned in and kissed her hard, pulling her tightly into his embrace.

"No!" Holly whispered as she finally pushed him away after several seconds. "Go."

"It's all right," Roger said softly. "You felt it too!" he added, this time with more certainty.

Holly took a few steps towards the kitchen table and shook her head, still out of breath. "No," she repeated. "Go. GO."

She watched through the window as his car pulled out of the driveway. The sun had set and the snow was now falling fast and hard.

She walked to the door and made sure it was locked, then rested her forehead against the wall.

Close call.

Too close for comfort, she shivered as she went to the kitchen. She retrieved a bottle of red wine from the cupboard and poured herself a glass. She then walked back to the living room and proceeded to build a fire in the fireplace.

Five minutes later, logs were crackling noisily, casting a cheerful glow in the living room. Holly picked up her glass from the coffee table and wrapped herself in a blanket that was lying on the sofa.

"How is it that this man can still get to me?" she muttered, shaking her head almost ragingly. His hold on her was infuriating, and truth be told, she was ashamed of it. She could not be attracted to the man who had caused her to suffer for so many years. A man who had once set his mind on breaking her spirit.

And yet. She took a big gulp of her drink and put her glass back on the table with a sharp thud. Ever since he had come back from the dead two years ago, ever since his mask had dropped, she had felt the old familiar pull toward him. There had been other close calls before tonight. First in Costa Verde, then Acapulco.

She had been the one coming on to him then, but she had been doing it to drive him out of town and out of her life. But tonight was different. He was the one who had come to her, and he had spoken that dreaded word: "LOVE".

"When did it become so complicated?" she sighed, picking up her glass again.

And then there was Daniel, her future husband. He was young, gifted, and obviously devoted to her. Daniel could make her happy. Daniel would make her happy, she muttered with a decided nod of the head. There was no way she would let Roger ruin her chance at happiness. Not this time, not after what happened with Ed, and with Ross.

She got up and shook the blanket off her shoulders. She had promised Daniel that she would wait for him to come back from the hospital, but she suddenly felt exhausted. She was about to turn off the lights when there was an urgent knock at the front door.

She forced a smile on her face and went to answer, expecting her fiancé to rush inside. Instead, there stood Roger, a sheepish smile on his face.

He jammed his right foot in the door before she could slam it shut.

"My car broke down a mile down the road. This was the closest place I could come to call for a tow truck."

Holly shook her head dubiously. "Now, why should I believe you?"

Roger raised his hands in frustration, causing the snow that had gathered on his coat to fall on the doormat. "Listen, I know that I said some rotten things in my time to get you into bed, but this is not one of them. I had to walk a whole mile in this storm," he said, pointing to the blizzard outside, "I'm freezing and miserable. Please, just let me call a tow truck and I'll be out of your way."

Holly peered at him for a few seconds and slowly opened the door to let him in. "If I ever find out that you lied to me, Roger, I swear I'll personally slash your tires at the station tomorrow."

Roger took his coat off and shook it outside before closing the door behind him. "I'm not lying," he said. "But then you'll never know for sure, are you?" he added with a twinkle in his eyes.

He caught her menacing glance and hurried toward the phone. "Fine, no more jokes!"

While he was making his call, Holly went back to the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine. She glanced at her watch and winced. Daniel would be back within the next hour, and if he found Roger at her house, he would go berserk.

She still could not understand how Daniel, usually so cool and collected, could lose his temper so easily when Roger was involved. It scared her sometimes, if she was being truly honest. But then again, Roger did have that effect on people. Especially her.

"Is there one for me?" Roger asked behind her, making her jump. She turned and saw that he pointed at her glass.

"No, because you're leaving, remember?"

Roger shook his head and let himself sink onto the sofa. "I just called three towing companies and all the vehicules are snowed in. They all said they would have to wait until the city cleared the roads before they could come and get my car. It could take hours."

"Roger, you cannot stay here. Daniel will be back soon and –"

"I don't know where your betrothed is tonight, but I know that he is staying put. Didn't I just tell you that the roads are closed?"

"And to think that it was barely snowing half-an-hour ago!" Holly exclaimed while moving to the window. She peered outside and discovered to her dismay that there was about a foot of snow already piled up in her front yard.

"Must be fate."

"Shut up, Roger."