The warm air of Arnold's was a welcome break from the falling snow. Fonzie removed his helmet, letting his eyes adjust to the bright lights. He hoped this would be the end of the search, find Potsie, tell him to call Joanie and get back to his warm bed. It wasn't fun riding a motorcycle in the snow.

"Good morning, Mr. Fonzarelli. Table for one?" The waitress looked tired but put on a warm smile. Working this shift couldn't be easy. Staying awake and bad-tempered guests would be the last of an overnight shift.

"I won't be staying, just looking for Mr. Webber. I hope he's here."

"His usual table. Sure I can't give you a cup of coffee? It looks cold out there."

"It is. To go, then. I'll pick it up on my way out." Fonzie headed toward Potsie's table, coming up short when he spotted Potsie and the blonde woman. Potsie probably would never forgive him for what he was thinking but it was cold out and he didn't relish going back out without warming up a little.

He edged closer; the woman wasn't from the show. The two coffee cups sat in front of them, they were so busy talking, they didn't notice as Fonzie moved close enough to eavesdrop. This could prove interesting. The woman was pretty and had a light, easy laugh.

"It's getting late, Mr. Webber. I didn't realize how late. I had a fun time at the show and thank you for asking me to this breakfast non - date. Do you think the restaurant would call me a cab?"

"I had fun too, Cassandra. If you don't mind, I'll take you home. It'll take at least an hour for a cab to get here."

'Cassandra, huh?' Fonzie stored the name in his memory. They seemed to be having fun and he could just back away, get his coffee and leave. He'd found Potsie so he'd done his good deed for the day. But the setup was too good to pass up.

"Well, hi, Webber." Fonzie spoke loud enough so as not to surprise them too much. Potsie jerked as if he'd been shot.

"Fonzie! What are you doing here?" He was not a happy camper. His eyes narrowed to mere slits as he rose, looking at Fonzie.

"Looking for you. Joanie got worried and asked me to look for you. Aren't you going to introduce me?"

"Cassandra Fox, may I introduce Arthur Fonzarelli, an ex - friend. Fonzie, Cassandra Fox. Okay, Fonzie, you found me. Good - night."

"So good to meet you, Cassandra. Don't mind Webber, he gets irritated when his friend plays mother."

"I'm glad to meet a friend of Mr. Webber. Do you really ride in this weather?" Cassandra indicated the helmet.

"Only when friends don't call their friends when they say they will."

"Mine has been winterized and put to bed for the winter."

"What do you ride, 250 or 300?"

"'Sassy Cassie' is a 900 BMW, which is a shaft drive. I have it set up for touring. I can hardly wait for spring."

"I'm going, Webber. Nice to meet you, Cassandra. Maybe we can get together and talk motorcycles another time."

"Or go riding, once spring gets here."

Potsie and Cassandra watched as he picked up his coffee and left the restaurant.

"It is getting late. Let's get you home."

"I guess you'd better since Annie and I don't feel like waiting for an hour. Looks like Arnold's is closing up and waiting for us."

Potsie paid the ticket and smiled when she took his arm. The ride to Cassandra's home was made mostly in silence, with her giving directions. She settled back in the deep leather seat, observing Potsie as he maneuvered the vehicle with her guidance. She was glad Annie had talked, badgered, would be a better word, her into going to the concert, it had been fun. But here she was, in a strange car being driven by a strange man. They had only known each other only hours yet since she felt a curious liking him; his nearness creating a raging battle with her emotions. She would have to tell him, the first one was, would he kiss her good - night on their non - date?

"Next right, corner house on the left." Suddenly she didn't want the night, morning now, she reminded herself, to end. "You can park in the driveway."

She dug her keys out of the oversized purse, waiting for him to open the car door. The snow was coming down harder as she took his arm for balance and walked toward the door. "Thank you again, Potsie, for a most enjoyable evening."

"Can...may...I call you tomorrow...guess that would be later today?"

"Potsie...I...would you like some coffee? I might be able to scare up some apple pie."

"You had me at the coffee." He tried to laugh it off but it sounded forced, nervous.

She went about turning the coffee pot on. "Make yourself at home, cups are in the cupboard, I'll just slip into something more comfortable."

Potsie knew something was wrong, he just couldn't put his finger on what. He retrieved two cups and set them on the counter. While Cassandra was changing, Potsie walked around the living room. Pictures were placed around the room and Potsie spotted what had bothered him: no pictures of her former husband were on display. One would expect a few pictures of children playing with their father but no pictures of him was present.

In her bedroom, Cassandra stepped out of the dress; dressed in matching satin bra and panties, she searched her closet. Deciding on a smug pair of jeans and cream - colored sweater, her mind turned to the man in the other room. As soon as she told him her ugly secret, he'd beat a retreat and she'd never see him again. At age forty - five, two kids and gravity had taken its toll and she still had a few curves left.

Pulling the sweater over her head, she checked the bathroom mirror. Leaving the room she found Potsie pouring coffee. She went about retrieving the pie from the fridge, placing them in the microwave. Adding scoops of ice cream from the freezer, she turned to Potsie.

"Potsie, you asked if you could call me later today. Before I answer you, you need to know something about me." He took her in his arms, she let him pull her into the embrace.

"You don't need to tell me anything, Cassie."

"Yes, I do. You have a right to know. You may have read about the accident in the papers. My husband, David was killed in an auto accident. He lost control, left the road and hit a tree. He wasn't alone; he was with a woman, and that woman wasn't me. He had...spent...some time...in a motel under an assumed name.

"Potsie, we only met hours ago and you seem like a nice guy. I don't want to be hurt like that again and I don't want you to be hurt. I'm not looking for a new relationship..."

He drew her back into his arms, "Cassie, the ice cream is melting. If you want me to, I will. But I still want to call you."

She stiffened at the high pressure of his lips on hers. She felt the spark ignite inside her core, the warmth spreading. Her body responded and she melted into the pleasant kiss as the pressure increased. It had been a long time she had been kissed like this.