Hours later they find themselves in the hot tub, just as the sun is setting, after playing every board game in the closet, and finishing of a bottle and a half of alcohol. As they sit in the hot tub they sip their drinks.

"At least the view is nice," he points out.

"The sunset is pretty," she admits.

"So what are we going to do for the next two days?"

"Drink," she answers.

"Can I ask you something?"

"If you must."

"Do you love him?"

"Who?"

"Connor."

"Yes," she answers.

"Good for you."

"Good for me? I'm in love with an embezzling, con artist who is currently incarcerated."

"But you've got somebody."

"Don't start whining about Molly, because I will have to drown you."

"I'm not. I'm happy for you."

"You must be really drunk."

"I'm getting there," he admits.

"You should let your hair down..."

She cuts him off, "I don't want to get it wet."

"No, I mean it figuratively. You should let your hair down every once in a while. Just chill out."

"Oh."

"Do you think that I should turn the jets on?"

"Absolutely," she answers.

"There we go."

"At least there is a hot tub."

"Yeah. It's relaxing."

He stares at her. "You should wipe that stupid look of your face," she tells him.

"Sorry," he apologizes.

"What time is it?"

"Six o'clock."

"Were there any guns inside?"

"I don't think so, why?"

"I'd really like for you to shoot me."

"I'm sure that we can find something to do."

"Like what? We've played every game known to man."

"No we haven't."

"What haven't we played?" she asks.

"Poker."

"We played poker after scrabble, and before monopoly."

"We didn't play strip poker."

"You want to play stip poker? You really think that I'm going to agree to that?"

"Why not? You don't have anything better to do."

"Fine," she agrees.

They go in and get dried off. They change back into their clothes from earlier in the day. Within forty five minutes they're both sitting in their underwear.

"Play," she tells him.

This doesn't register with him.

"Daniel flip up the next card, and stop looking at my boobs."

His eyes move from her chest to her face, and he flips up the final card. She shakes her head, and reveals her cards. Daniel reveals him.

"I win," he smiles.

"I'm not playing anymore," she tells him.

"Spoil sport."

"I'm not taking anything else off in front of you."

"Why not?"

"I'm just not."

"Are you afraid that I'll find you so irresistible that I won't be able to keep my hands off of you?"

"It's cold in here," she gets up and wanders over to the thermostat. "Do you want more do drink?"

"Wilhelmina do you always have to be such a controlling bitch?"

"It's who I am," she answers.

"Whatever," he throws the cards on the floor.

"And you're a petulant child," she tells him.

"At least people aren't afraid of me," he tells her.

"Only because you're a chicken."

"I am not. Take it back."

"Or what? What are you going to do? You're afraid to do anything. Why else do you think you need me around? You're too afraid to run your own company. Or maybe you're just incompetent."

"I'm not incompetent."

"Really?"

"When we get back you can start looking for a new job, and I'll run the company on my own."

"If you want to run Meade into the ground go ahead."

"Don't act like you're better than me."

"I am better than you. I can do my job."

"You're certainly not qualified."

"I beg your pardon."

"Wilhelmina we all know how you go your job."

"At least I wasn't born into it."

"No you just screwed your way into it."

"Think what you want Daniel. I'm going to get another drink."

He grabs her by the arm as she turns to walk away. She spins around. "Let go of me."

"Make me," he goads her.

"Fine," she decides to play dirty. She moves in close to him. She gets as close to him as possible and kisses him. Then he kisses her back. She pushes him away.

"What did you do that for?" she asks.

"I don't know," he admits.

She studies him with a look of utter confusion.

"What?" he asks.

"We're going to regret this later," she tells him.

"Regret what?" he questions as she heads to the kitchen. He follows her.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

She grabs the first bottle she comes to and removes the lid. She starts drinking. "What the hell are you doing?"

She slams the bottle down on the counter. "I don't know," she answers.

"I think that you liked that," he says.

"Don't be ridiculous."

He kisses her again. She doesn't stop him. As he kisses her his hand touches her face. It begins to travel from her face. He touches her back, and she doesn't stop. She digs her nails into his back as he kisses her neck. He unfastens her bra as he pushes her against the table. He gently sits her on top of the table.

The following morning he wakes up in the bed, alone, and naked. He slips on his boxers, and heads down the stairs in search of Wilhelmina. He finds her in the kitchen sitting on the counter surveying the kitchen.

"I hope they didn't like that table," Daniel says.

"It was tacky," she answers.

"We'll have to buy them a new one," he suggest as he stares at the broken table.

"Yeah," she agrees.

"You hungry? I don't know if there's actually anything edible in here, but I can try to find something."

She looks through him, "Did you hear me?"

She doesn't respond to him. "Earth to Wilhelmina."

"My head is killing me," she reveals. He stares at her as she sits on the counter in his blud button down.

He opens the cabinets, trying to find something to eat. He finds a bottle of aspirin. He hands it to her. She climbs off the counter and gets a glass of water. She swallows a handful of aspirin, and then heads over to the fridge. She gets out eggs, and milk. She takes the loaf of bread off the counter, and gets a bowl, and a skillet out of the cabinet.

"What are you doing?"

"Making breakfast," she answers.

"You can cook?"

"Obviously there are lots of things that you don't know about me."