Billie was still reeling from Bo's passionate kiss when he suggested they go to his place and make love. She stared at him in shock, but once it began to fade, along with the passion, she was able to respond. "No, Bo. No. I can't," she protested.

"Why not, Billie? You know you want me," Bo pointed out. He was leaning against her on the dance floor because he had consumed too much alcohol. He wasn't used to drinking, so the beers he had drank had went straight to his head.

"I do want you... but not like this. You're upset about losing your wife. Your heart is broken because of that fight you had with Hope. You've had too much beer... and you need to sleep it off. I am not sleeping with you under these circumstances. I don't want you to regret it in the morning."

"I wouldn't regret it. Believe me; I wouldn't," he tried to insist.

"I'm sorry, Bo... but the answer is still the same. I won't have sex with you. Not tonight," Billie said as she stepped back from him a fraction. She had to put some distance between herself and Bo before she changed her mind.

"So, uhhhh... whattya wanna do then?" Bo asked.

~*~o~*~

Justin and Hope helped Carly transport Lawrence into Carly's med van. Once he was settled on a gurney in the back of the van, Carly gave Hope some instructions in which she quickly jotted down on a piece of paper. "I need these supplies, and I need you to go and get them for me," Carly stated. "I am taking Lawrence to the lighthouse, so that I can nurse him back to health. Once he wakes up, maybe he can give me some answers, such as : Why isn't he dead?"

Carly looked down at Lawrence as he lay upon the gurney. He wasn't opening his eyes, but he was thrashing in a state of unconsciousness, calling out to her and sounding as though the demons of hell were torturing him.

"Is he going to be alright?" Justin asked Carly.

"I don't know... but I think I can save him. Some of his wounds are infected, but I have treated worse," Carly explained. "I will do what I can to see that he survives."

Hope didn't say anything as she left to get the supplies for Carly. Justin and Carly did everything they could to keep Lawrence comfortable as they waited for Hope to return. While Hope was gone, Carly began questioning Justin. "What were you doing with Hope on the docks?" she asked. "Where's Bo?"

"What's with the concern for Bo, Carly?" Justin asked. "Are you and Bo more than just friends?"

"No!" Carly denied. "We once had something really amazing, years ago, but nothing is going on between us now. Since I returned to Salem, he asked me to stay with him and he's been a good friend. That's all."

Justin didn't respond, but Carly could tell he wasn't buying it. "What about you and Hope?" Carly countered. "Are you two more than just friends?"

"Me and Hope?" Justin responded. "What makes you think -?"

"I saw the way you look at her. You have a thing for her. Don't you?"

~*~o~*~

"I think I should take you home, Bo," Billie stated. "It's getting late and the bar will be closing soon."

"Alright," Bo agreed. "You can take me home. Let's go."

She took his arm to steady him as they walked out of the Cheat'n Heart together. It was a cold night with freezing temperatures and a chilling breeze was coming from the south. "Do you think Hope's alright out there?" Bo asked.

"I'm sure she'll be just fine," Billiie said as she helped Bo to her car. She helped him into the passenger side, closed his door, then climbed in and started the vehicle. She cranked up the heat and the defrost as a freezing rain began to fall upon the windshield.

"Just great," Billie grumbled. "I hope we make it back to your place okay."

Bo didn't say anything as he huddled in his black leather jacket and stared straight ahead. He was struggling with a mixture of confused feelings for Billie and Hope. He still loved Hope but he had a feeling that their relationship was doomed. All they had right now was Ciara and the two of them had to get it together for their little girl. He had to make amends as best he could with Hope, so that meant he probably should tell Carly to find another place to live. Besides, a great part of him wanted to be with Billie. After tonight, he knew he wouldn't be able to let it go. He still had feelings for Billie - very strong feelings.

As Billie pulled out of the parking lot beside the tavern, Bo reached over and lay his hand upon her thigh. "I need to talk to you," he said.

"Not right now, Bo," she said. "The roads aren't that great... and I don't want us to get into an accident."

"But, Billie..."

She gently took his hand off her thigh before he distracted her. She gave it a loving squeeze, then concentrated on her driving. The road crew hadn't had a chance to treat the icy roads yet, but somehow she managed to get them safely to Bo's house.

"Carly's not home," Bo said when he saw the house was dark. "And neither is Hope."

"I am sure they're both fine," Billie said as she parked the car in the driveway. She exited the car, then went to help Bo out of his seat. He was a little wobbly as they walked on the icy sidewalk. He clung to her as she struggled to keep them both from falling.

"Beer is bad," he said as they reached the door.

Billie laughed. "You don't drink much anymore, do you?"

"No," he said as he reached in his pocket and produced his keys. A moment later, he unlocked the door and they stood in the warmth of the house.

"I gotta kick her out," he said.

"Who?" Billie asked.

"Carly. She can't stay here anymore..."

"Why? Because you want to get back together with your wife?"

~*~o~*~

Justin didn't hesitate. He just told Carly the truth. It had burning inside him for so long. "Yes, I have feelings for Hope," he revealed.

"And what about Hope? Does she have feelings for you, too?" Carly asked.

Before Justin could answer the question, Hope had returned. Her arms were full of the supplies Carly had asked her to retrieve. "Were you talking about me?" Hope asked.

Justin looked sheepish at Hope's question. "Right now we need to take care of ... Lawrence," he said as he looked at the man upon the gurney. He certainly looked like Lawrence Alamain.

"The lighthouse will be the perfect place for me to take care of him," Carly stated as she helped Hope with the supplies. Then the three of them were seated in the van as Carly drove to the location on the docks where Bo's boat had been docked.

"I'm borrowing Bo's boat," she said as she parked the med van.

"Why not? You live with him..." Hope said sarcastically. "... Why not use his boat, too?"

"Hope, I am not going to get into an argument with you. Not tonight," Carly said with a heavy sigh.

"Will you two help me get the injured man and all the supplies into the boat? Then I promise, I won't trouble you anymore."

"Sure, we'll help," Justin agreed.

Hope rolled her eyes as she also agreed to help. It took them about twenty minutes to load the gurney containing the injured man and all the supplies onto Bo's boat. They worked quickly in the freezing rain to get the bags of food and medical supplies onto the boat. After they were finished, Carly thanked Justin and Hope.

"Please tell Bo that I am fine... but don't tell him where I've gone," Carly requested.

"Why? He's going to want to know," Hope responded.

"Because he'll only be in the way... and I need to question...the patient and see if he's really Lawrence," Carly replied.

When Justin looked worried, Carly gave him a hug. "I'll be fine," she assured him.

"If worse comes to worse, I will just stab him again," she added as a joke.

"Be careful, Carly. Do you have your cell phone? I'll call to check on you," Justin promised.

"I got it right here," Carly said as she kissed his cheek.

Hope felt a surge of jealousy as she saw Carly kissing and hugging Justin. *What the hell?* she thought. *Where is that coming from?*

"Let's go, Justin. I need to go pick up Ciara from Julie's," Hope said as she grabbed his hand.

"It's really late, Hope. She probably sound asleep," Justin said. "Why don't I just take you home?"

"Take the med van," Carly urged.

"Okay," Justin agreed.

After Justin and Hope left, Carly left on the boat. Despite the unpleasant weather conditions, the Fancy Facemade it to the lighthouse. Carly knew she had her work cut out for her just to get the injured man and all the supplies into the lighthouse. She decided to take only what she needed most and get the rest in the morning.

As she checked again on her patient, she saw that he was fading in and out of consciousness. She needed to get him inside the lighthouse and under some warm blankets. "Katerina..." he murmured. "I need you."

Carly's heart turned over despite her resolve to not feel anything at all for the man. Suddenly memories struck her of Lawrence and their once great love. He had been so good to her once upon a time. Then she remembered the monster he had become and her jaw tightened.

"I don't need you," she said between clenched teeth.

"This is probably gonna hurt you WAY more than it hurts me," she said as she tugged on the gurney and began transporting it up the steep embankment which lead to the lighthouse. He only moaned and groaned as she made her way toward the entrance of the lighthouse.

She got him loaded into the elevator, then went back for the most essential of the supplies. It was some time later before she had him settled into bed and piled blankets upon his body.

"Katerina," he moaned again.

His eyes came open as he stared at her in alarm. "I did it," he whispered as she saw his eyes light up. "I came back to you."

He reached out beneath the blankets and took her hand into his. "Stay with me..." he urged.