It had been four years since she left. Four years since he looked into her eyes. Four years since he had seen her beautiful face. He picked up the glass of scotch he had poured. He drank to drown the memories of her. He drank to forget. For Dusty Donovan it was the only thing he could do to erase the memory of Lucy Montgomery

He loved her still. Even after four years, he loved her. Not once did he feel for another woman as he did for her. The woman he slept with were nameless faceless broads who he just fcked to blow off steam. There was not one emotional attachment to any of them.

He went over to a table of his club and sat in the chair. He took out her picture; he carried her picture with him always. He still wore the charm she had given him after her kidnapping. He still had a piece of her clothing in his hotel room. He could still smell the lavender of her shampoo and the vanilla scent of her perfume.

"Lucy." He would say as he traced every inch of her picture with his mind. He would look it over and wonder why she had left him. He knew why? He knew it was because of his idiotic lies.

"Lucy you are the only one for me. I know I may have been foolish to lie to you, but I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for you to get hurt. I never meant for any of that to happen." He would talk to the picture as if he was talking to her. He would apologize to her. He would try to explain how he never meant for any of it to happen.

"Lucy." He said as she poured another glass of scotch. He wanted her back. He wanted her to return to him. He wanted nothing more then to hold her in his arms as he had four years before.

However, she was not there anymore. She had gone to Williams College and got her degree in political science. He picked up the society page of the newspaper. Lucy was front page. He read the headline as his heart shattered. He closed his eyes and took another drink of scotch; he needed to forget all about Lucy Montgomery

----scene change.

She had not spoken to Dusty since the night she had left. She loved him still. However, she was to be married soon.

She returned to the apartment that she shared with her fiancé. "Patrick." She called as she entered the apartment. Patrick Forsythe III was the son of one of the biggest politicians in Massachusetts. He also was from one of the oldest families in the United States.

"Hey babe." He came out of their bedroom and kissed her on the cheek. "How was everything. Did it go alright with my father."

Lucy took a deep breath and began. "Your father has got to be the most arrogant, pompous, jerk of a bastard that I had ever meant." Lucy raged.

Patrick smiled. "That sounds like him."

Lucy smiled. "I think I'll enjoy working for him."

Patrick smirked as he came over to her. "Oh yeah."

"Yeah." She said as she closed the gap between them. Patrick kissed her fiercely with all he had as she pushed against him to make their way to the bedroom. Lucy giggled as she started undoing his belt...but before she could, she heard the sound of a three year old.

"Mama." The little girl yelled at the top of her lungs as she came running into the bedroom. Lucy sighed as she looked at a disappointed Patrick.

"I'll put her back to bed.." She said as she went over to the child.

"Hannah, my darling." Lucy said as she picked her daughter up. She took her back to her bedroom and put her back in her crib.

"Darling, Mama and Patrick want to be alone." Lucy explained to the three year old.

"No Mama, 'tay with annah." Hannah began to cry.

"Alright, I'll stay with you." Lucy said as she took a seat in the rocker next to her crib, she watched her and sang a lullaby to her.

Hannah had fallen off to sleep pretty quickly. Lucy went back into her and Patrick's bedroom to find him sound asleep. Lucy smiled kissed him on the forehead and pulled the covers over him.

She then went to the kitchen. "I suppose I should call grandmother to tell her I'm coming home." She said as she picked up the phone. However the number she had dialed was not of her Grandmother but that of Dusty Donovan.

"Donovan." He said as usual when he answered the phone. Lucy froze she did not know what to do. She did not know what to say.

She swallowed as she tried to muster up her courage. "Dusty?"

Tbc...