Chapter One
The middle Halliwell sister, Phoebe, sat in her room thinking. Her older sister, Piper and Piper's husband, Leo, had gone out to dinner which was something they rarely had a chance to do. Things had been better between them since they discovered Piper was pregnant. They tried even harder to be together more often. Phoebe thought it was sweet. Her younger sister, Paige, had a date at Piper's club, P3. Phoebe smiled a bit at the irony of it. She was known as the young, carefree one. But that had all changed when Cole had come into her life. He was different than other men. She truly loved him. More than anything. Ever. She had thought and thought about Cole and had decided to move on. It's true he was, technically, still alive, but the police didn't know that. They thought she was widowed and so had she, for a while at least. She knew Cole was going to fight to stay with her, but she knew that it wasn't enough. How could she be seen with someone who was presumed dead? It was the best thing she could do and she knew it. She also knew she wasn't ready to date quite yet, so here she was on a Friday night. She decided to change into some pajamas and just hang out around the manor for the night, which was something she had been doing a lot, but it gave her time to think. She had stripped down to her undergarments when she noticed something. She walked over to her dresser and picked up the ring. She frowned at it. It was her engagement ring and next to it sat her wedding band. She picked them both up and looked in her first dresser drawer. She pulled it out and found a small shoebox. She took the box out and set it atop her dresser. She then opened it and glanced in it for a moment. There were photos, ticket stubs and other things she had been collecting since she had first thought that Cole was "the one". She dropped the rings in there, closed the box and put it back in her dresser drawer. She then turned to go to her closet when she noticed someone watching her from the house next door. "Oooohh...oh my God," she said, covering herself. She ducked below the window, then crawled over to her closet. She stood up, out of his view and put on some comfortable shorts and a halter top that had a revealing neckline. She ran out of her room, down the stairs and out the door into the warm summer night. She walked briskly over to the man's house and pounded on the door. He answered the door and stared for a minute, then snapped out of it. "Hey," he said, resting an arm on the doorway. "Hey," Phoebe answered back sharply. "Enjoy the little show?" "Sorry," he said, blushing a bit. "I'm really not like that...I was just kinda caught up for a minute...," he said, his mood shifting to shyness. "Caught up," Phoebe stated, obviously annoyed. "What exactly is that supposed to mean?" "It means you're beautiful," he said, then blushed more. Phoebe could tell he wasn't normally like this. "I don't know why I just said that...," he added, shaking his head a bit. His face was still flushed. "Thanks...I think," Phoebe said, still weirded-out about the whole peeping thing. "I didn't think anyone lived here?" She asked. It was more of a statement, but she said it as a question. "Yeah, I just moved in here yesterday. My name, by the way, is Logan," he said and smiled a bit. He extended his hand, waiting for her to shake it. "I'm Phoebe," she said, accepting and shaking his hand. "So, would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" He gestured his hand inside. "I still have a lot packed up, so there isn't much to show, but the kitchen is set up. You seem like an interesting girl, Phoebe. Not many women would come over here after that all happened." Phoebe hesitated and looked from her house, then back to him. He picked up on her hesitation. "Come on, I've already seen you halfway naked...and I don't bite. What damage could a cup of coffee do?" He smiled a bit. She returned the smile, but it wasn't her normal smile. She was still a little nervous about him. She folded her arms as a summer breeze swept through and she stepped into the house.
The middle Halliwell sister, Phoebe, sat in her room thinking. Her older sister, Piper and Piper's husband, Leo, had gone out to dinner which was something they rarely had a chance to do. Things had been better between them since they discovered Piper was pregnant. They tried even harder to be together more often. Phoebe thought it was sweet. Her younger sister, Paige, had a date at Piper's club, P3. Phoebe smiled a bit at the irony of it. She was known as the young, carefree one. But that had all changed when Cole had come into her life. He was different than other men. She truly loved him. More than anything. Ever. She had thought and thought about Cole and had decided to move on. It's true he was, technically, still alive, but the police didn't know that. They thought she was widowed and so had she, for a while at least. She knew Cole was going to fight to stay with her, but she knew that it wasn't enough. How could she be seen with someone who was presumed dead? It was the best thing she could do and she knew it. She also knew she wasn't ready to date quite yet, so here she was on a Friday night. She decided to change into some pajamas and just hang out around the manor for the night, which was something she had been doing a lot, but it gave her time to think. She had stripped down to her undergarments when she noticed something. She walked over to her dresser and picked up the ring. She frowned at it. It was her engagement ring and next to it sat her wedding band. She picked them both up and looked in her first dresser drawer. She pulled it out and found a small shoebox. She took the box out and set it atop her dresser. She then opened it and glanced in it for a moment. There were photos, ticket stubs and other things she had been collecting since she had first thought that Cole was "the one". She dropped the rings in there, closed the box and put it back in her dresser drawer. She then turned to go to her closet when she noticed someone watching her from the house next door. "Oooohh...oh my God," she said, covering herself. She ducked below the window, then crawled over to her closet. She stood up, out of his view and put on some comfortable shorts and a halter top that had a revealing neckline. She ran out of her room, down the stairs and out the door into the warm summer night. She walked briskly over to the man's house and pounded on the door. He answered the door and stared for a minute, then snapped out of it. "Hey," he said, resting an arm on the doorway. "Hey," Phoebe answered back sharply. "Enjoy the little show?" "Sorry," he said, blushing a bit. "I'm really not like that...I was just kinda caught up for a minute...," he said, his mood shifting to shyness. "Caught up," Phoebe stated, obviously annoyed. "What exactly is that supposed to mean?" "It means you're beautiful," he said, then blushed more. Phoebe could tell he wasn't normally like this. "I don't know why I just said that...," he added, shaking his head a bit. His face was still flushed. "Thanks...I think," Phoebe said, still weirded-out about the whole peeping thing. "I didn't think anyone lived here?" She asked. It was more of a statement, but she said it as a question. "Yeah, I just moved in here yesterday. My name, by the way, is Logan," he said and smiled a bit. He extended his hand, waiting for her to shake it. "I'm Phoebe," she said, accepting and shaking his hand. "So, would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" He gestured his hand inside. "I still have a lot packed up, so there isn't much to show, but the kitchen is set up. You seem like an interesting girl, Phoebe. Not many women would come over here after that all happened." Phoebe hesitated and looked from her house, then back to him. He picked up on her hesitation. "Come on, I've already seen you halfway naked...and I don't bite. What damage could a cup of coffee do?" He smiled a bit. She returned the smile, but it wasn't her normal smile. She was still a little nervous about him. She folded her arms as a summer breeze swept through and she stepped into the house.