1994

It was nearly five-thirty when Whitney returned home. Her day with Lucy had been a relaxing one and on her way back she swung by the farmer's market for some groceries. Opening the front door, two large brown paper bags in her arms she kicked the door shut before juggling to flick the light switch on.

"Here Max! I got you some milk!"

She made kissing noises in the air, waiting for the black tom cat to come slinking along. Instead nothing. Walking into the kitchen she flicked another light on which casted a dim orange glow. Setting the bags down on the table everything looks exactly as she had left it earlier that morning. Her purse down along with the bags she began to dig through them until she found the carton of milk.

"Here Max!"

She made the noises again. Usually when it was dinner time Max would always come running. Raising an eyebrow she shrugged before putting things away. That's when her thoughts drifted back to the man that had run into her on the street. She wished the sun hadn't been in her eyes when she saw him. Shaking her head she continued to put things away.

Deciding to start dinner in another minute, she opened the milk carton and poured half of it into Max's dish near the back door that lead to the deck. Putting the carton away she knew once Max was finished doing whatever cats did he would get hungry and come crying at the door before it got any later. Walking into the living room, she slipped her boots off and walked over to the stereo. Putting her favorite cassette in she waited before the speakers filled with The Spinners. Smiling and had a faint memory but couldn't place it. Humming to herself, she went back into the kitchen to start dinner.

At that exact moment across town Philip said goodbye to Candy his receptionist. Candy had been working at his office for several years now. A beautiful middle aged Asian woman who was expecting her third child at the end of the summer.

Philip grabbed his things and tucked them under his arm. Checking the clock he wanted to swing by the liquor store before it closed.

"You need me to walk you out?"

Candy shook her head, smiling.

"No, my husband is coming to get me. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll lock up."

Philip smiled.

"Have a good night Candy."

Philip walked out and took the elevator. Going through the main lobby he waved to Larry the night watch man before going through the revolving glass doors. Going down the steps he started through the parking-lot as the sky began to darken.

Grabbing his keys, he made his way to his car and was beginning to unlock the door when he heard a man's voice. A thick voice that seemed to have a Boston accent.

"Excuse me sir?"

Philip turned.

Before he could say anything, the man who stood at least three inches taller than him swung something hard and with all his might hit him over the head. Philip didn't even get a chance to react as things darkened and he fell to the pavement hard. His keys and briefcase falling with him. Once he hit the ground the man raised the bat he had hit him with and brought it down over and over and over again.

1941

"Donny you better explain yourself and explain yourself fast!"

Aldo snapped right outside of the factory. The full moon was the only light in the black velvet sky and it reflected against the millions of pieces of broken glass just a few feet away from where Regan fell. It was later now and the last of the crickets chirped in the bushes a distance away. A horrible chill was in the air as Aldo lit his cigarette and glared at Donny who leaned against the doorway. Wicki stood beside Aldo, his eyes outraged and furious.

Donny crossed his large muscular arms.

"I thought of a better plan."

"Which is? Wicki is telling me you're telling that battered up girl inside that she's your wife. Excuse me for asking but I don't remember you two eloping! I remember clearly you spreading her legs and having yourself a grand old time a few days back…but that's it!"

"I'm thinking outside the box. Something better than the plan you came up with."

Aldo put his hands on his hips.

"Well I'm just dying to hear."

Donny took a deep breath before stepping forward.

"Our original plan once we found out who she was and who she was engaged to was that one of us would rape her…which ended up being me."

"Yeah I bet you fucking hated it."

Wicki's smoky deep voice said behind Aldo. Looking back a bit, his cigarette hanging out of his mouth Aldo looked annoyed.

"Wicki, keep your trap fucking shut and let him finish."

Aldo looked back.

"Go on."

Donny eyed Wicki before continuing.

"You wanted me to get her pregnant with a Jewish American baby, then a month or so later drop her off somewhere with a message for Hans right?"

"Right."

"Well maybe Regan's little accident might have brought us some luck."

"Accident."

Wicki snorted before shaking his head. Aldo stared at Donny, crossing his arms.

"How so?"

"She don't remember shit. I think the fall did something to her. Maybe she messed her head up or something. If it stays that way we can feed her these lines that we found her wandering in the forest a few months back near death. It seems her own people…counting Hans turned on her family and killed them all. We took her in, cared for her and she joined our side. She fell in love with me and we're married. In fact we'll tell her that since her people were so brutal to her…that she believes in what we're doing. I'll play nice and say that once the war ends she'll come back to American with me where everything will be just fucking dandy."

"That sounds like complete shit. She's just gonna be dead weight to take care of. Any who we don't know how far back she remembers. What if one day it all comes back to her. That's a one in chance shot that doesn't have a pay off!"

"But it does. We get someone in one of the villages, behind our lines to take a photo of me and my loving wife. We write a letter to Hans telling him that his darling fiancé' that he's been searching high and low is now in love and married to The Bear Jew."

A grin appeared on Aldo's face as he turned to face Wicki.

"You can't be serious…"

Aldo dropped his smoke and rubbed his chin.

"It might just work…might be a better kick to the ribs for good old Hans. I mean if we stuck to the original plan yeah it would hurt but he would either kill the baby once it was born and cover the entire thing up. In the end he would still get her back. This way it packs a better punch. He'll never get her back and he'll think it was her choice. That she didn't want him…she chose us. Oh could you see his face the second he learns that his beloved bride to be is fucking in love with a Jew!"

Wicki shook his head.

"What if she remembers? It's too much of a risk…"

"Well if she does she does. We'll either go back to the original plan or just fucking kill her."

Wicki looked disgusted and shook his head.

"I can't believe this…"

"Hey, means we won't be treating the lady roughly. In fact I'm sure Donny will take good care of his little wife in there."

"Stop calling her that. Donny you just cooked this up because you're starting to feel guilty. All the revenge and fun has kind of lost its touch. Now you're faced with the reality. You see this as a second chance. Just it another week when things start falling apart. Both of you will get disgusted and end up hurting her again or maybe kill her. Because that's how we deal with things huh? That's the American way. Donny…I guess because she's your wife anytime now whenever you get an urge you can just fuck her huh? Keep feeding her lies of what a great husband you are, how you would never hurt her!"

Donny shot Wicki a look.

"It will work Wicki. Besides, I don't regret anything."

"Of course you don't."

"Hey maybe I am trying to fix things. Maybe it will work. Who knows, maybe I'll give her a better life that Nazi fuck would give her."

"So say it does work, and everything is said and done you're taking her back to American. A German teenage girl you'll make your wife. Huh? Kind of going against your ways huh boys?"

Donny shot Wicki a look.

"Wicki I've had it up to here with you. Don't be a dick just because you're wife is dead."

Wicki's eyes widened as he tried to charge at him. Aldo grabbed his arm and held him back.

"ENOUGH!"

Both men stared at each other. Wicki looked outraged. Aldo looked at both of them.

"I've had enough of this. Now this is the new plan, I'll let the others in. We'll see how long we can keep this going. Donny if she becomes a problem and you can't take care of her then I swear I'll shoot her right between the eyes like a dog, no questions asked."

Aldo then looked at Wicki.

"Wicki, you say one word to ruin this and I'll fucking shoot you. Now come on, if this works whatever happened is in the past. I ain't proud of what happened, but any way to bring terror to the Nazis, then I'm going with it. Sometimes you need to do stuff that you have to live with. Now here's a chance to leave the girl alone for a while. It's Donny's choice and Donny's plan. Keep it up and you're out Wicki. I mean it."

Wicki shut his eyes, leaning against the stone wall of the building and wishing he had never heard of the Bastards.

Upstairs, an hour later Donny went to her.

She was sleeping on the second floor. Her cuts cleaned and her ribs wrapped. She was wearing a fresh shirt, which was Wicki's and she laid covered by two wool blankets and slept looking peaceful and hurt. Donny silently knelt beside her, dimming the lantern before leaning in close he looked over her bruised and battered body closely. Pushing her red hair away gently with his fingertips he knew Aldo was telling the others about their new plan.

Wicki was still outside. He refused to talk to anyone.

Donny was exhausted and a lot was going through his head.

Somehow…he knew partly what Wicki said was right.

This was his second chance.

Peeling off his suspenders, he unzipped his slacks and slipped out of them. Folding them, he took his wife beater off as his chains jiggled against his chest. Shutting the lantern off completely he decided he just needed rest. Hopefully in the morning things would begin to make sense. He prayed that whatever he had done, which was now almost in a complete blur. Sometimes this happened, mostly whenever he used his bat. Such rage would overtake him he would just black out and barley remember. He knew there were no excused for what he did. He had raped her, fourteen times over and over again. Each time he was inside of her he made sure she hurt and liked the pain in her eyes as she struggled. He liked knowing he was in control and thinking of what that Nazi Hans would say after he learned the love of his life had been fucked by The Bear Jew. Besides that he hadn't thought any further.

Wicki was right, once he crossed that line it was over.

The last time had been horrible, just days ago he had just finished beating another German officer to death with his bat. The men cheered as he swore up to the sky and flicked the blood and chunks of brain off to the ground before marching up the hill to his tent as the others finished scalping. Regan was fast asleep in the tent, no longer having any strength to escape. Donny remembered as he went in the direction to his tent he saw Wicki watching him.

Inside the tent, still pumped up on the high he got from killing the Nazi, he threw his bat down before leaning down and waking her by ripping the shirt right down the middle. Regan's eyes snapped open as he held her by the sides and climbed on top of her.

Thinking back at how rough he had been, he felt sick.

Why had he done this?

Only in his boxers, he looked down and saw how swollen he was. Shutting his eyes, he wondered how horrible she felt.

Wicki was right, she threw herself out a window to get away.

He was a monster.

Eyeing his bat with all the names carved into it, he wondered really if he was just as bad as the same men who had brought so much pain and terror it made him loose his mind. Rubbing his rough hands over his face, he knew he needed a shave.

He looked down at her sleeping.

Aldo was right, this was his plan and now his responsibility.

He hoped in the morning everything would still be going to plan. Sighing, he crawled underneath the blankets and gently brought her in close. In her sleep she moaned slightly in pain.

He had hurt her.

Shutting his eyes, he leaned over and softly kissed her shoulder blade as he pulled the collar of the shirt she had on down slightly. His lips touched her bruised skin and knew if he had enough time he could fix things.

She didn't remember.

He then grabbed one of his dog tags and took it off. Gently slipping it over head, she watched as the metal laid against the shape of her breasts. He would tell her he hadn't gotten a ring yet, that she wore that for him.

He would just lie. Aldo had discussed the cover story of how they found her.

He knew he would have to think of details to cover up her memory. He could tell her about Boston, how they took care of each other, and how the fall had done that to her body.

It seemed to perfect.

He felt sick.

Gently putting his arm over her in a protective manner, he hoped this would change things. He wouldn't force himself on her again. He needed to fix this.

Kissing her cheek, he watched her in the darkness for a very long time.

"My wife…"

He thought.

Kissing her one last time he fell asleep.

The next morning, the men began to load up. Donny woke to find Regan still sleeping. Her fever was broken but she still looked horrible. Dressing quickly he felt her purse and wrapped her up in the blankets before starting downstairs towards the truck.

He knew the others were watching him, most of all Wicki.

"She all set?"

"I'm not sure we should move her but we better get going."

Donny said, looking down at the bundle in his arms. Carrying her to the truck, he sat up front with Aldo as he started the engine. Once the truck got going, Donny kept looking down at Regan's head as she leaned against his truck still sleeping.

Aldo didn't say a word, instead he kept driving.

An hour later they hit a bump in the road and Regan's eyes fluttered open. Looking confused and groggy she blinked and stared up at him.

"Donny?"

Aldo glanced over as Donny quickly looked down, his eyes scared.

"Regan?"

"Where are we?"

She blinked again, looking up at the small cab of the truck. Donny knew in the back all the men were most likely talking about what happened.

Donny took a deep breath before gently touching her face.

"We're moving…are you okay?"

Regan shut her eyes, half out of it.

"I hurt all over, I'm sore…"

Donny took her hand and gently kissed her fingertips. Even Aldo was stunned to see this gesture.

"Don't worry, we'll fix you up…"

Regan looked sick.

"What happened? Where's my family?

"Shhhh, try not to talk."

"My head hurts. Was I in some accident?"

"I'll explain everything later on baby, just try and get some rest."

Regan shut her eyes, nuzzling her face against his chest. Within seconds she was fast asleep again. Donny cleared his throat before eyeing Aldo. They were heading down a dirt road and it was beginning to rain. Fat drops began hitting the windshield as Aldo held the steering wheel tighter and finally broke the silence.

"Donny, she don't look good. I mean I'm all for this as long as you can keep it going…but I think that fall took a lot out of her. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't wake back up later on. We'll get Utivich to write a letter to Hans and we'll toss her in a ditch somewhere. If the animals don't get to her I'm sure some troop of Germans will stumble upon her."

Donny shot Aldo a dirty look before holding onto Regan's body tighter.

"Don't say that."

Aldo looked.

"What?"

"She'll be fine. I'll fix her up…she just needs to rest…"

Donny gently touched her sleeping face again. Aldo seemed uneasy.

"Donny, I hope you ain't feeling regret over what you did. She's a German, and that's all she'll ever be. I'm all for the plan but you seem pretty on edge…ever since last night. Don't get too involved okay?"

Donny held onto her before shaking his head.

"Just trying to follow up with the plan. I know it will work…"

Aldo cracked his neck before glancing over.

"Listen, about forty miles down the road there's this French whore I know. She's into that whole healing herbal shit and maybe she can fix our lady up. I came to visit her a few times when we first dropped here and she's trustworthy. She hates Nazis as just as us and knows how to keep her trap shut. I'm willing to stay a few days then we'll go. If she ain't ready by then tough, I ain't waiting."

Donny didn't say anything, instead he simply nodded and stared at the road ahead.

Before the afternoon they arrived at the small rundown cabin. Aldo got out first and told the others that they were planning on camping out again. Donny got out of the cab with Regan in his arms and watched as they began unloading the truck. Wicki looked up at him for a second while Utivich and him were carrying a trunk and looked disgusted. Donny held onto Regan tighter before following Aldo up the narrow pathway.

The rain began to fall harder from the overcast sky.

Donny held onto her, as Aldo and him waited on the porch. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the others hauling the stuff behind the tree line. Feeling uneasy, he waited before a beautiful young blond answered the door.

"Hello?"

Her French accent was strong yet perfectly understandable. Aldo grinned as Donny watched the woman's eyes light up in utter surprise.

"Aldo! How nice it is to see you!"

She jumped from the doorway before wrapping her arms around Aldo. Donny stood back as Aldo smiled slightly amused before kissing her on the cheek.

"Hello love."

"I thought you were back in Germany! It's been so long!"

"I know darling, but we ran into a spot of trouble…"

Aldo motioned over to Donny who stood silently on the porch with Regan sleeping in his arms.

"This here is Donny, he's one of my best men. The rest of my boys are outback. We might need to camp put for a while and we need to know if it's safe."

The woman raised an eyebrow.

"Of course it's safe. We're in the middle of nowhere. This is one of your bastards?"

Aldo smiled proudly.

"Yep, Donny I would like you to meet Hanna, Finest French whore in all of Europe, ain't that right."

Slapping her playfully on the can, Hanna squealed before laughing and nodding at Donny.

"Pleased to meet you."

Donny nodded.

Hanna's eyes drifted down to Regan before Aldo stepped forward.

"This here is Regan…"

He eyed Donny for a second.

"She's German but she's on our side. She's been through hell…a couple of her own people grabbed her and roughed her up good. We need someone to take a look at her and get her right again. You think you can take a look?"

Hanna stepped closer, looking down at Regan before nodding.

"Okay. Take her inside; I'll take a look at your flower. Aldo you tell your men I have stew on the stove and I would be more than happy to have them inside to warm up and get out of this rain."

Aldo nodded, smiling.

"Thanks hon, I owe you one."

Following Hanna, Donny went inside while Aldo went back down the steps to talk to the others. Inside it was a small cabin but very warm and comforting. Hanna brought Donny to the back room where a gentle fire was cracking in the fireplace.

"Set her down there…"

Donny laid her out carefully on the small cot before Hanna walked over, right away she frowned as she carefully looked her over and then looked up at Donny.

"Has someone been at her?"

Donny looked down at his feet slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah…"

"Did they kidnap her?"

"Yeah…we found her near the river. She hasn't been eating and been bleeding a lot."

"Well I'll look her over, why don't you join the others."

Donny looked unsure before Hanna smiled, brushing her bangs out of her eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll get you if something is wrong."

Donny nodded, clearing his throat and not taking his eyes off her. Turning, he left the room and found everyone gathered around the kitchen table. The men looked exhausted but grateful to finally be out of the rain. Hirschberg had an old towel and was drying his hair.

"Man I'm glad we stopped. Sitting in that truck in the rain is like sitting in shit. Say Aldo didn't you say whores lived here?"

He grinned before Aldo leaned back in his chair, picking his nails with his knife. Aldo smiled as Stiglitz woofed his bowel of steaming hot stew. Utivich and Wicki stood together silently eating and not saying a word.

"Hirschberg no whore wants you. They ain't into doing little kids."

Omar and Kagan laughed as they continued eating. Hirschberg laughed, shaking his head before going back to eating. Aldo looked up at Donny and motioned him to come over.

Inside the other room Hanna silently washed Regan's battered and bruised body, cleaning the filth and blood off her. Frowning, she stared down at the young sleeping girl's face.

"Oh honey, what happened to you?"

An hour later some of the men were playing cards by the fire. The rest were either sleeping or staring out the windows watching the rain. Wicki and Utivich sat together, Utivich fast asleep and his head resting on his friend's shoulder. Wicki stared down at the ground, his eyes empty.

Aldo was smoking a cigarette as he folded his cards before noticing Donny nervously holding his bat across his lap and looking out the window. Finally Hanna came out, wiping her hands on her dress. Donny jumped up so quickly he nearly knocked his chair over. Wicki shook his head before his eyes drifted down to the ground. Aldo turned and watched as Hanna came over.

"She's pretty torn down there. I stopped the bleeding and she seems fine. All of her ribs are broken and so isn't her left wrist. Her head seems okay but there's a nasty knot on the back of it. She isn't in the clean yet but her fever is breaking and I used some things to clean up those cuts of hers. She needs rest."

Donny seemed nervous before nodding.

"Can I see her?"

Hanna smiled warmly.

"Of course…she's drifting in and out of sleep and muttering some stuff in German. Just don't upset her."

Donny nodded before quickly rushing into the next room.

Wicki shook his head before beginning to get up. Utivich blinked, half asleep.

"What's going on?"

He asked half asleep.

Wicki stood up, glaring at the doorway of the other room.

"I'm getting some air, come on Utivich."

Utivich rubbed his smooth face before nodding and getting up himself. Following Wicki, the two went outside where the rain seemed to be pouring. Hanna watched the door slam before putting her hands on her hips and tipping a wink to Aldo.

"So how long did you say you two would be here?"

Aldo grinned before getting up. Scooping Hanna as she laughed, the two went into the other bedroom before Aldo kicked the door shut behind him. The others watched for a moment and laughed before going back to their card game.

In the other bedroom, Donny silently shut the door behind him before slowly approaching Regan's bed. She looked a million times better, her beautiful red hair washed and settled back behind her. He saw her wrists were wrapped and two heavy blankets were on her. Donny looked at the window as rain poured down before slowly going over and sitting on the edge of the bed. Staring down, he felt his stomach toss.

What had he done?

Reaching down, he touched her hand.

"I am so sorry…"

He whispered.

Regan's heavy eyelids fluttered open.

"Mama? Wo sind Sie Burschen? Bitte verletzt mich nicht...please..."

Donny stared down, he didn't understand her.

"Regan?"

She looked at him, her eyes clearing slightly.

"Wer sind Sie? Wo bin ich?"

Donny raised an eyebrow before he bit his bottom lip.

"What?"

"Englisch?"

Donny somewhat understood that.

"Yeah I speak English, you do right?"

Regan shut her eyes before opening them again.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"You're safe. You're in a cabin…we're taking care of you. Don't worry you're going to be fine."

"Where's my family?"

Donny bit his lip.

"You don't remember?"

Regan shut her eyes again before a small sob escaped her. Donny stared down concerned before gently touching her hand again. Regan shook her head.

"Somebody killed them…I saw it. My parents they were…"

She couldn't even finish, instead she burst out crying. Donny held her hand, trying to figure out what to say.

"It was a bunch of German officers. They killed your family but you escaped. We found you…don't you remember?"

Regan shut her eyes, tears running down her now clean face.

"No…"

"You've been with us for a while. We're American. You lost your footing last night where we were camping out and fell…"

Before he could finish Regan opened her eyes again.

"Germans killed my family?"

Donny nodded.

"How long ago?"

"A few months."

"Who are you?"

"You remember?"

Regan laid back trying to think.

"Donny?"

Donny smiled looking down at her.

"Yeah that's right!"

Regan seemed confused before Donny reached down and wiped her tears off her face.

"They all got killed? You know this?"

Donny slowly nodded, kissing her hand as he brought it up to lips.

"I'm so sorry…"

"You're American?"

"Yeah, I'm in the military. There's a whole group of us…"

Donny decided not to go any further into what exactly they did. Regan stared up at him.

"Where's Wicki?"

Donny's expression changed right away.

"What?"

"Isn't one of you named Wicki. I think I remember him."

Donny tried to push aside the horrible throbbing anger that was building in him again.

"Do you remember who I am?"

Regan stared up at him.

"You're my husband?"

Donny smiled, raising the dog tags that hung off her to show.

"That's right. Remember?"

Regan looked on the verge of tears again before shaking her head.

"It's okay. You just need to rest…"

"I'm so sore…"

She cried. Donny nodded, knowing he had a huge part in that happening.

"Just try not to think, sleep okay?"

Regan covered her face with her free hand.

"My head hurts…"

"Shhhh…"

Donny leaned in before gently kissing her cheek. Carefully he crawled beside her and opened his arms. Regan looked unsure before she slowly slid in closer. Donny put his arms around her before kissing the top of her head. Regan laid against his chest, her cries shaken.

"Why can't I remember anything! What kind of woman am I that I don't even remember my family getting killed or even my own husband!"

"Shhh…"

Donny said, bringing her in closer before kissing the top of her head again.

"Just don't think about it. I got you…don't worry…"

There, the two of them laid side by side as rain continued to pour outside.

At that exact moment Utivich and Wicki stood outside underneath the shelter of one of the trees. Both leaned against it sharing a smoke as rain kept coming down around them. Wicki eyed the cabin before shaking his head.

"What's happened to this team?"

Utivich looked over before coughing as he inhaled the cigarette. Wicki shook his head before staring down at the wet ground.

"I thought we were supposed to bring terror to Nazis, the people who caused this war. Not innocent young girls…"

Utivich licked his lips.

"My wife is pregnant."

Wicki looked up surprised.

"What?"

Utivich nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"That's why I got so sick that night…I guess watching Donny do that to her make me think of Dorothea."

"I didn't even know you were married."

Utivich smiled, almost in deep thought.

"I don't wear my wedding band because I was scared something might happen to it. The day I left Dorothea promised she would take care of it for me…"

"How far along is she?"

Utivich looked up proudly.

"Seven months."

Wicki smiled.

"That's good."

Utivich nodded.

"Yeah…keeps me going. I hate the fact I won't be there…"

"The war could end tomorrow…"

"Maybe. I'm just terrified I'll never be able to hold my baby…"

"You will Utivich. You're a good man. Unlike them."

Wicki motioned towards the cabin before Utivich cleared his throat.

"Their good men. I just think their taking this revenge this too far."

"Yeah and out on the wrong person."

"How long do you think they can keep this up?"

"Hopefully not that long. Maybe once we let her go we can go back to what we originally were sent here to do."

Utivich nodded as Wicki glanced over.

"I had a wife."

Utivich looked up.

"Really?"

"Yeah before I came over to America. She was very beautiful."

"What happened to her?"

Wicki thought back and decided it wouldn't be right to tell him. Instead he just smiled and shook his head.

"She's in Heaven…"

Utivich dropped his eyes before Wicki handed him the smoke.

"So what do we do now Wicki?"

"I guess we'll just wait here…see what happened."

Utivich nodded taking the smoke and watching the cabin.

Present

"Where is he?"

Whitney said as she sat at the set kitchen table. It was six-forty and still no sign of Philip. Not even a call.

That's when the doorbell rang, nearly making her jump. Nervously laughing she pushed her chair aside and didn't notice that Max hadn't been to his bowl yet. Making her way down the hall she looked though the peephole and saw just a blurry image of a tall man.

"Hello?"

A voice came behind the door, a Boston accent.

"Whitney Castor?"

Whitney's heart dropped.

"What?"

"I ran into you on the street…some stuff fell out of your purse and I think I grabbed you're license by accident."

Right away a feeling of relief spread through her. Having you're fiancé' be late for dinner and someone knocking on your door isn't the most settling thing. Smiling, she shook her head and unlocked the door.