It was like any other day in the newly rebuilt Bennett house. Charity was helping Jessica at the B&B, Miguel never leaving her side. Kay was locked away in her room, while Sam and Grace were renewing their relationship, growing closer by the minute.

'KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK'

"I'll get it!" yelled Kay, as she bounded down the stairs, and through the kitchen, right past her parents.

"Whoa Kay, slow down. What's the rush?"

"No rush Dad, just don't want to keep Simone wai-" she paused a she opened the door, looking at the person staring in front of her.

"Kay? Who's at the door sweetheart?"

Still stunned, it took her a few seconds to respond.

"Umm... no one Mom. I'll be right back."

"Okay."

She closed the door behind her, never letting her gaze stray from the man who had knocked on it not a minute earlier. He was older than her; in his mid twenties. He had a head full of thick, spiky brown hair, streaked with blonde highlights. Highlights which complemented his skin tone, as well as the vast, deep blue oceans that lay in his eyes. His upper body was well built, and it showed through his tight grey t-shirt. She quickly walked out of sight, him following right after.

"What ere you doing here?! I told you never to come to my house! My father is right inside! In that very kitchen, less than five metres away! I mean... what were you thinking coming here in broad daylight?!"

"Kay, honey baby, calm down here, okay? I needa talk to you. It's uh, kinda important."

"All right," she hesitated," I'll meet you on the wharf in twenty minutes."

"Good. I'll be there. Oh, and uh, try not to be late this time?"

"I won't. Know promise me you'll never show your beautiful face around here again."

"Hey. No need to worry darlin'. Now uh, I better be off. See ya in twenty."

He turned to leave, but was stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Wait! Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Uhhh, I don't think so... What? Did I drop something?"

"No," she giggled," I think you know what I mean."

Slowly he made his way back over to where she was standing, and wrapped his giant arms around her waist.

"Oh! You mean..."

He pushed his lips against hers, quickly removing them, taunting her second after second. She finally pulled away, a wicked smile beginning to form across her face.

"Why do you like to torture me like that Ryan?"

"I dunno," he paused," it just... makes you seem more innocent I guess."

"Innocent? Me? Hardly. Not after all the things I've done. Especially since I met you. You've introduced me to some pretty wild stuff."

"I know. That's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about. Listen, there's a-"

"Kay? Are you still out here?"

The door to the kitchen began to open, and Ryan took off through the bushes next to Tabitha's house. Kay could hear his footsteps fade out as he made his way onto the street, and in the direction of the wharf.

"Kay? Did you hear me?" inquired Sam," I asked you a question."

"What? Oh, it was no one Dad. Just one of those annoying salesmen, trying to get you to buy his entire inventory."

"Oh. Are you sure? You were out here for a pretty long time."

"I'm sure Dad. He was... persistent, that's all. Took me a while to get rid of him. Would you believe he was trying to sell me a banana peeler?" she asked, starting to get nervous," Ooooo, is that lunch I smell?"

Sam paused and studied his eldest daughter as she scurried past him, back inside. He noticed the glow on her face, and the spring in her step. Something more had happened when Kay answered the door, and he knew it. She'd been acting differently over the past few months, and he promised himself he'd find out what she was up to sooner or later. But for now, all he wanted to do was enjoy a nice, quiet lunch with his family. Yeah right. Like that was ever going to happen...

(Hey! This is my first fan fic, and I know this first chapter was short, so the next one will be longer, and take an unexpected turn. Please tell me if I should continue or not. Oh, and I know my name is pretty cheesy, but I couldn't think of anything else, lol.)