"Caroline-."

The moment he reached for her, she fell into his arms, sobbing against his chest.

"Hey... Caroline, honey. What's wrong?"

"Oh Del!"

She melted against him, unable to believe that she'd forgotten how good it felt to be in his arms. When her tears subsided moments later, Del drew back and brushed a tear from her cheek.

"What's going on?"

She sighed deeply. "I'm so ashamed, Del! That man... he thought I was a... Oh God, I feel so disgusting!"

His hands went to her shoulders and he led her to the sofa, coaxing her to sit down.

"Caroline... Honey, it's all right. You're not disgusting. You're beautiful."

"But Del, he thought I was a..."

"A what?"

"A-Oh God, I can't even say it!"

"Caroline what did he do to you? Wait a minute, did he hurt you? Because if he laid a hand on you, I'll-."

"He thought I was a prostitute, Del! Me! I mean, how disgusting!"

Del could only sit in stunned amazement. "My God... No wonder he was acting so weird at Remo's earlier! God, Caroline I'm so sorry! I had no idea! D-did he hurt you?"

Her voice, when she spoke again, was timid and shy. "No..."

He pulled her into a warm hug, sighing into her ear as he rubbed her back.

"I can't believe... And to think that I have an arrest record because of him!"

"That was very sweet of you, Del. I'm sure he'll love having you as a client."

Unexpectedly, Del drew back and glanced at the door.

"What's wrong?"

Still staring at the door, he held up his hand. "Hang on a second."

"Del?"

But he raced out of her apartment, leaving her staring at the closed door in confusion.