Danielle Garcia had convinced her sister-in-law, Kailynn Garcia, to go out clubbing with her while Andrew was out of town. She wanted to have some innocent fun and figured she could get Leah out of the house as well. Killing two birds with one stone, she was quite satisfied with herself. She was wearing a strapless royal blue shirt with a black mini-skirt and blue stilettos.

"Kail! Hurry up!"

"I look like a slut." Danielle had bought Kailynn a dress for that night and she just knew it would look would good on her. The bedroom door opened and Kailynn came out. The strapless sparkly black mini-dress hugged her curvy figure well and flowed out after her waist. The red stilettos she was wearing made her seem taller than just five-foot tall. In reality, the heels only gave her three and a half inches. She had her black hair curled and it was in a bun with strands of hair loose. Her green eyes were outlined in dark black eyeliner.

"You look sexy." Danielle flat out told her.

"I look like a whore." She flat out spoke out.

"Come on!" An hour or two later, they were in the middle of one of Hawaii's hottest clubs. Kailynn had loosened up just a little up and was sipping on a beer.

"Do you wanna dance?" Turning around, she was face to face with a cute blonde. He was about five-six, five-seven in height. His clothing consisted of a white dress shirt that had two buttons unbuttoned and the sleeves were rolled up, and dark almost dressy jeans.

"She would love to." Danielle butted in.

"Dani, I don't even know his name." She muttered to her.

"Excuse me, what's your name?" Danielle turned to the blonde.

"Danny." He looked in between the women.

"Danny, this is Kailynn." She glared at her sister-in-law.

"Would you like to dance Kailynn?" He turned to the black haired woman that he had trouble keeping his eyes off.

"Sure." She took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor.

"You look great."

"Thanks." She smiled at him. About thirty minutes later, he led her to the bar and ordered them two beers.

"So how old are you Kailynn?"

"Twenty-three, you?"

"Twenty-nine."

"So I can tell from your accent that you're not from here." She took a sip of her beer.

"Caught me. I'm from Jersey." They sat there, just sipping on the drink and talking. She surprised him and herself, by leaning up and kissing him. She learned that he was an amazing kisser. She didn't know how they got to his apartment but she knew that they did and it was one of the best nights of her life.


The next morning, Kailynn woke up with a massive hang-over and a mass of confusion. She realized that she wasn't in her own bed. She was in somebody else's. And to top it all off, she was wearing no clothes. Wrapping the white sheets around her tanned body, she started looking around the bedroom for her clothes. She saw a police badge on the dresser next to a picture of the man she was with last night and a little girl.

"Hey." Turning around, she was face to face with Danny...


A/N: This story came into my mind and I could not get it out. Please review!