As I walked into Emma's office and greeted her, I saw her pacing the room. 'What was she up to?' I wondered.

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about." She led me by the hand to her desk.

"Emma… We promised each other open communication."

She didn't want to betray a trust, but I surmised she was worried about Harriet's reaction to us being together. She smiled a contagious smile at me, to which I had to smile back. It was about Harriet but, pulling her closer to me, I reassured her that she might not have to worry too much about that.

"Because…" Just as I was going to tell her about Harriet's conversation with me yesterday - that it seemed like she wanted to get back together with Martin - Frank pranced right in and put his arms around me and Emma.

"Aren't you two adorable!"

I hated how pleased Emma sounded to see him as she expressed her surprise at his presence.

"Frank! How are you?" I asked.

"Not as well as you are," he pinched my cheek. "Alex Knightley."

"I didn't think we'd be seeing you for a little while. What brings you to the office?" Emma asked.

As he'd sold his shares of Richmond Corp., he found he had a lot of time to bother us. That was GREAT! I resigned myself to the possibility that I was going to see much more of him.

"Oh the life of the rich and idle." My characteristic snark made its appearance.

"You just took a two week vacation, Mr. Knightley." We both gave each other a mock glare while I silently communicated, "That was different."

Even though Emma assured him that Annie already told her about him and Jane, and he was aware of that anyway, he felt he owed us the whole story. I looked toward the camera as if to say, "How about that, viewers? I'm pretty impressed." I told him that was very mature of him.

"Always do the unexpected. Keeps things interesting.

"And maybe too interesting."

Emma nudged me and gave me a warning glance.

"It's OK. I am well aware of the image that you have of me," Frank admitted.

"Can you blame me?"

"Look. I know that it appeared I was taking advantage of this lovely lady, but I knew her heart was safe." I slowly nodded in agreement, as if to say, 'Yeah… you bet you were.'

"Did you?"

He found it obvious by the way we acted together who she was really in love with. Emma was dubious of my response, because I was claiming that Frank took a big chance.

"I also suspect you wouldn't have made a move if it weren't for me. So," he put his hand on my thigh. "You're welcome." I laughed at that. "Admit it. Jealousy is a powerful motivator." I thought, 'There's no way in hell I'll admit that to you.'

"Not…" I slapped his hand back on his own thigh. "In this case."

"Oh, really? Because I have been wondering how long you would have waited-" Between Emma's words and Frank purposely nudging me with his elbow, I decided I wasn't going to put up with this.

"OK, OK! I don't have to sit here and let you two gang up on me. So I'm gonna go back to my office." Fixing my gaze solely on Emma, I asked, "See ya later?" She nodded, all googly eyed. I tapped her nose affectionately. "Frank. Always a pleasure." And by always, I mean never.

Before going back to my office I stopped by the kitchen to fix myself a drink. It was on my way back that I saw Harriet had returned. We both stopped dead in our tracks, awkwardly greeting each other.

"Oh, I'm back now," she said at the same time that I said, "I just got myself a drink." We both laughed nervously.

"Do you want one?" I asked, lifting up my mug. She considered her answer.

"No, that's OK."

"Alright then. I'll let Emma know you're here." She nodded in understanding.

After finishing my drink and placing the mug in the dishwasher, I went back to Emma's office to tell her Harriet was back. I squeezed her hand as she passed by me.

"So… coffee?" I offered and heaved a sigh as I thought I'd have to play nice with him.

"Iced. Black," he responded arrogantly. He wasn't going to make it easy.

"I think we can manage that." I clapped my hand on his back and led him to the kitchen. I wasn't going to let him rattle me.