Jordan woke up and could smell a mixture of coffee, salty mist off the ocean and hibiscus flowers. It was a wonderful combination. She reached her hand over, feeling his side of the bed that was vacant. "Steve?"

He turned around from standing out on the lanai and smiled, seeing that she was awake. "Right here," he replied, coming back inside holding a cup of coffee in his hand. His smile brightened as she sat up and ran a hand over her tussled hair, letting it fall over her naked body. It scarcely covered her breasts still alloying him a stunning view of them. "God she's perfect," he thought as his body began to stir over wanting her again. She looked rested and beautiful, considering they only got a couple of hours of sleep. He sat down on the edge. "Good morning."

She slid her hand across the mattress until she found his leg and then scooted over to him. "Good morning," she replied, never recalling waking up so happy before.

"I have coffee?" He took her hand and showed her the cup.

"Thank you." She took a drink and smiled. "Mmm, this is almost as good as Leda's."

"That's probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me," he joked, taking the cup from her hand and setting it back down on the table. He guided her back down on the bed.

Jordan put her hands on his face, feeling his beard that was overdue for a shave, moving her fingers over his chin. "This is a sexy look." She felt his smile broaden.

He put his hand on her throat and slid it down over her breasts and stomach down between her legs and then up her bent leg to her knee. "This," he argued, "is a sexy look."

Jordan could feel her face flush. "I'm not sexy." She replied honestly, never visualizing herself that way. Patsy, she thought, she was sexy.

"Are you kidding me," he rejoiced over her, "you ooze with sex appeal." His hand moved back up her body slowly, "God Jordan, you are so beautiful."

"I'm clumsy," she confessed, "and sometimes my mind wanders when I'm in public from the noises around me and I get confused about which way I'm supposed to go." She put her hand over his that was touching her. "I hope I don't ever embarrass you." She had done that a couple of times with Bradley and he scolded her for it, informing her that people were staring at them.

Steve could see the apprehension all over her face and more importantly hear it in her voice. "I would never be embarrassed by you. Don't you know the saying, 'stop and smell the roses'?" he slid his hand inside of hers, "You should stop and hear the sights or you'll miss everything. Isn't that what I've been telling you?"

She nodded; still amazed at the freedom he encouraged her to seek out. It was like standing at a door that had always been locked from her side and he was the one that finally opened it from the other, taking her hand leading her into a world that she had only read about in her adventure books and romance novels. She squeezed his hand that held hers. "You know what you are," her voice filled with so much emotion, "you're a good man."

He shook his head over her analogy of him, wishing he could somehow convey to her what it all meant to him. He didn't spend time with her to better himself; on the contrary spending time with her made him a better man. "I love being you Jordan. If I had a choice to be anywhere in the world right now, it would be right here, or out in the ocean floating on a surf board with you, or you on the back of my dirt bike, or even falling a hundred miles an hour from the sky. It doesn't matter; I just want to be with you. That doesn't make me a good man. It's pretty selfish if you think about it."

That's what made him so great, she thought. She didn't try to explain that to him knowing he would just deny it again, the same way he denied saving her from that plane. So she would save herself the trouble and just show him her gratitude in another way, by rolling him over on his back and moving on top of him this time.

Steve pulled on the straps of Jordan's jump suit so hard her body jerked. She didn't complain knowing he was just making sure she was safe and secure. She could hear him doing the same to his own. "Where are your hands when we first fall out?" he quizzed her.

"Holding the straps like this," she showed him by gripping the straps over her chest. "And then stretch them out like this" she demonstrated, "to keep our balance while free-falling, and bend my knees."

"Right. And what's the cue when I'm going to pull the chute?"

"You'll tap my right shoulder three times."

"Right. "What happens when we land?"

She thought about the platform they had jumped from to practice the landing and what her job was. "I lift my legs until we hit the ground, and then there will be people there to help us."

He smiled, "Good. And what happens if the chute doesn't open or gets tangled?"

She swallowed, "Don't panic! Keep my arms and legs stretched out so we don't roll and you will cut away the old chute and open the reserve."

He kissed her, "Perfect! Do you have any questions for me?"

"What if I forget all of that?"

Steve laughed, "You won't. And even if you did, I know what to do so I don't want you to be afraid, just have fun."

"I think I'm going to get that tattooed on my arm," she joked, "have fun."

"Excellent," he said chuckling, "that could be our next adventure." He put a soft helmet on her, fastening it around her neck and then tucked her hair up in the sides so it wouldn't fly up in his face.

He guided her out toward the plane as Danny and Patsy joined them.

"Have fun Jordan!" Patsy said excitedly, and then silently pointed at Steve, threatening him with wide eyes over what he was about to do with her best friend, but she couldn't help but smile too, knowing Jordan was safe but the idea of what they were going to do was completely maddening to her.

"I will," Jordan replied with a little quiver in her voice.

"You okay," Steve asked, looking for signs of fainting. He'd seen it before.

Jordan chuckled nervously, "I'm not going to throw up if that's what you mean."

He couldn't have asked for a better reply, smacking her on the butt, "Let's go GI Jane." He looked over at Danny. "Do you guys want to come up in the plane with us?"

They both laughed while Danny spoke for both of them. "No, we'll wait right here for you." He stomped his foot on the ground, "Right here on earth, not above it."

Jordan wasn't listening to him but taking in deep calculated breaths, preparing for it.

"We'll see you in about half an hour." He took Jordan's arm and led her over to the plane.

Patsy looked over at Danny, "Can you believe this?"

Danny huffed, "Yes! She's as bad as he is."

"Have you ever done anything like that?"

He looked at her queerly, "Why would I, or anyone for that matter want to jump out of a perfectly good plane?"

She smiled, putting her arms around his neck, "My thoughts exactly. I'm glad I got the sensible one."

"Me too," he replied, kissing her.

Patsy looked over his shoulder. "Do you want to go over behind that building and make out?"

Danny smiled at her playfulness. "Absolutely."

Once inside the plane Steve and Jordan straddled a steel bench attached to the floor. Steve sat behind her and attached his jumpsuit to hers, tugging on the straps again, making sure the front was secure and having one of the jump masters double check for him and to make sure her goggles were on tight enough.

Jordan relaxed up against him after take off, knowing it would only be about fifteen minutes before they made it to the desired height. She felt a little queasy until she felt his hands come around and hug her from behind. "This is going to be the most thrilling thing you have ever done," he informed her.

She tilted her head to the side. "I think last night was the most thrilling thing I've ever done."

She got an extra squeeze for that.

The plane was loud and bumpy, nothing like a normal plane and nothing like the plane they had been in when it crashed. She was surprised she wasn't sacred or even took into consideration the last plane she got in to. She just trusted him so much that she knew he wouldn't let anything happen to her, and if something did happen, they could literally jump out and still be safe. It was a win win situation. And if by some horrible mishap something did happen. She would be with him all the way to the end, which is exactly where she was convinced she should be.

He felt her fingers slide into his surprised that they were dry and not sweaty. She really wasn't scared, or not scared enough that it was physically affecting her. He loved how adventurous she was. He'd never met a woman who could keep up with him like she had, and above all truly enjoy it. She was one of a kind, and after the night before he was convinced more than ever that she was the one. He had stood on his lanai that morning watching her sleep, never feeling such clarity before in his entire life about anything the way he did about her. He wasn't naïve to what he was feeling, but also knew that someone like Jordan didn't come around twice in a lifetime and considered himself lucky that she came around at all. He decided that morning that he would do whatever was necessary to arrange his house, his life and mostly his lifestyle to accommodate her. He wasn't about to let this once in a lifetime slip away.

The Jumpmaster in the plane let Steve know they were nearing the target. He took Jordan's hand and helped them both up and guided her toward the open door. The wind blowing inside was loud and Steve had told her once they jumped that the only communication they would have during the free fall was by hand signals. Once the cord was pulled and they were floating down though, he could only describe it as peaceful.

He could feel her legs shaking and leaned in to her, yelling over the wind. "Are we good?"

She nodded with her hands already gripping her straps, ready to go.

The Jumpmaster counted down to Steve with his fingers from ten. He leaned into Jordan again, having instructed her earlier that they went on one after counting down from three. "Hey," he yelled, "I'm proud of you Jordan. You exceed my expectations everyday."

His words were all she needed to give her that extra boost of confidence. He really had no idea that those words went both ways.

"Three, two, one!" he yelled and fell forward out of the plane. They did a roll in the air as they fell to the ground. He immediately stretched his body out getting them balanced. He was about to reach for her arms to do the same when she did it herself. The air was warm, even fourteen thousand feet in the air and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a perfect day for skydiving.

Steve looked out over the horizon seeing Kauai and he could even make out the forbidden island of Ni'ihau that was just northwest. He wished Jordan could see it all. The moment suddenly turned on him and the beauty of it felt bittersweet to him now, knowing she would never be able to see it. He looked down at her instead, taking her hands that were trying to hold steady against the hard wind that whipped into them. He slipped his fingers inside hers and held her hands as they fell.

Jordan was overcome by the weightlessness that was quickly replaced by the rushing, roaring sound of air. They were falling. She tried to remember what to do, getting herself back on track again. 'Hold your arms out!' she demanded, stretching them out, but the powerful force of the wind was making it difficult to hold them still. She knew Steve was doing most of the balancing but was afraid that she wasn't doing her part and that somehow it would impede on the jump, but as if he could read her mind she felt his fingers slip inside of hers and hold her steady, all she had left to do was just fall and once she let go of everything else and just took in what was happening, the moment finally came full circle. She was skydiving! She, Jordan Meyers, blind girl, was skydiving. He was right, she thought, it was thrilling, beyond anything she could have imagined, but what made it so much more was having him there with her. She loved him for giving her yet another wondrous adventure and wished she could scream it out, but that was impossible.

She felt him release her hands and then seconds later the three taps on her shoulder, informing her he was going to pull the cord. All at once there was a jerk and it felt like they were being pulled upward at a high-speed rate. Jordan let out a yelp and then all at once it was quiet, not entirely, but compared to the roar they had experienced it was now calm.

Steve held the controls, guiding them toward their landing site at Dillingham airfield.

"Reach your hands up and find mine," he said to her.

She reached back and found his arms, sliding her hands up until she met with his that were holding the controls.

"Grab on over my hands."

She did and he showed her how to steer, letting her manipulate the speed and direction for a time, still making sure they kept on track.

"So what do you think?" he asked not having to shout any longer. The wind sounded no louder than if they were driving with the windows down.

"Its incredible!" she tilted her head down toward the ground. "How high are we?"

Steve looked at the gauge on his wrist, "About fifteen hundred feet."

That number amazed her. "What do you see?"
"Kauai, the North Shore, Ka'ena Point."

"Can you see people?"

"Not really, too high, but I can see cars that look like matchbox cars."

"You're right, it's very peaceful up here." She laid her head back against his shoulder, looking up at him. "You have the best ideas."

He smiled down at her. "Move your head to the end of my shoulder and look up."

She thought it an odd request, but did it and when she looked up she felt his lips on hers.

As they were coming down, Jordan could hear Patsy cheering her name and Danny whistling her triumph. She waved down to them for Patsy's benefit, knowing that she was taking a ton of pictures.

When they landed Steve took the initial shock and held them both up. He took about four steps when two other jumpers ran to their aid.

"Nice landing Steve," one of them said. He took a hold of Jordan's straps and steadied her. "How did you like it?"

"Unbelievable!" she shouted, "I want to do it again!"

They all laughed, helping her get the helmet off and un-strapped from him and once free she turned around and put her hands on his chest moving them up around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she yelled, jumping up and down.

He put his arms around her and leaned back, lifting her off the ground. "You were awesome! I love that you weren't scared. I love that you want to do it again!" he set her back on the ground, brushing his hands over her hair, "You're amazing GI Jane."

She put her hands on his face, touching his lips. She moved her fingers and kissed him.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Steve asked Jordan as they stood by the cars.

"No, I think it would be best if just Patsy went. I'm just going to slip in and grab some clothes and then we'll meet you back at your house."

He put an arm around her waist and kissed her. "Any special request for food and drink?"

She shook her head, smiling, "Whatever you get is fine with me."

"Tequila," Patsy announced. "She wants tequila."

Jordan laughed. "It feels like a tequila day."

Steve squeezed her, "Tequila it is."

Danny patted Patsy on the butt. "You, plus tequila?" he kissed her. "Now that's a risk I'm willing to take."

They got in their separate cars. Patsy put the top down on her BMW and they left first out of the parking lot back toward Honolulu.

"So?!" Patsy asked excitedly once they were alone. "Tell me, tell me. What happened last night?"

Jordan bit her bottom lip and giggled, putting her hands over her face and stomped her feet on the bottom of the car, screaming into her hands the excitement she felt from the night before.

"Oh my God!" Patsy roared, "was it that good?"

Jordan gripped the side of the car door and laid her head back, yelling out, "It was fucking incredible!"

Patsy almost swerved off the road she was laughing so hard. "That's my girl! That's exactly how you should feel."

"Oh Patsy," Jordan gushed. "It was amazing." She looked over at her as her expression turned somber. "I love him Patsy," she began as her emotions suddenly got the better of her. "I love him so much that I'm scared."

Patsy quickly reached over taking her hand. "Don't be afraid Jordan. I think he loves you too."

"For now, but what if he gets tired of having to lead me around and," her voice broke, "and he wakes up one morning and decides he doesn't want to anymore."

"I just can't see that happening Jordan. You should see the way he looks at you. This is real. And if your blindness doesn't bother him now, why would it later?" She put both hands back on the wheel, speaking boldly. "I think you're comparing him to Bradley. Which I think is stupid. He would be bothered by your blindness, not Steve."

Jordan sighed, "I guess."

"I think you are going to have more problems with your father than anything else. Are you prepared to deal with that?"

"I don't care what my father thinks!" Jordan fired back. "He can throw me out if he wants. He can cut me off. He can do whatever he wants, but it's not going to change the way I feel about Steve!"

"Okay, okay," Patsy said passively. "Boy, you can get fired up quick when it comes to that subject."

"He's just being stubborn and acting like a bully and I'm sick of it!"

"That's exactly the attitude you need when you talk to him, because you know when we get there he's going to be livid. Not only did you just take off last night but you also never came home. He had no idea where you were or what you were doing and I'm sure that has been driving him insane."

She stared straight ahead but felt the storm approaching the closer they got to Honolulu. "I might need to stay at your place for a couple of days. Is that all right?"

"Of course. You can stay as long as you want." She grinned over at her. "I bet Steve would offer up that same invite."

Jordan couldn't help but smile over that. "I love his house. It's so comfortable and warm. I feel content there."

Patsy laughed, "You feel content in his bed, that's where you feel content."

Patsy!" Jordan scolded her.

"Oh, "she ridiculed her. "So you're going to tell me that you feel just as content on his couch as you do in his bed?"

Jordan laid her head back roaring with laughter over that. "Yes!" she yelled out confidently. She quickly explained the scenario to Patsy and they both got a good laugh out of it.

Danny picked up two bottles of tequila off the shelf and put them in the cart.

"Two bottles," Steve commented. "Do you just want to tell me right now that you won't be in to work tomorrow and save the morning call?"

"You shouldn't be complaining," Danny commented, adding a bottle of margarita mix to the load. "Last time Jordan had tequila I think the word blow job was being thrown around."

Steve chuckled at him, taking one of the bottles out and putting it back on the shelf. "I don't need to get Jordan liquored up in hopes of having sex." He went to reach for the bottle again. "Of course now, if that's what you have going with Patsy, then maybe we need two bottles."

Danny pushed his hand away. "Believe me, that girl throws it at me every chance she gets."

"You make it sound like it's a burden."

"I do?" he questioned. "Then let me rephrase that. My girl keeps me in the loop of good fortune every chance she gets."

Steve rested his arms on the handle of the cart as he pushed it, slowly following behind Danny as they made their way through the grocery store. "You like her more than you're letting on don't you?"
Danny glanced back over his shoulder at him, "Who, Patsy?"

"No," Steve said sarcastically, "that girl we passed on the way in. Of course Patsy."

He shrugged his shoulders, throwing some steaks in the cart, "She's all right," he smiled, "I mean, yeah. I guess. We have fun. She's easy to get along with." He looked at Steve with raised eyebrows, "And the sex is out of this world."

Steve stood up straight and raised both hands in defense. "Okay, okay, enough. Sorry I asked."

Danny laughed sinisterly, "She does this thing with her…"
"Stop! I'm begging you!" he laughed. "No more information." He pointed toward some bread at the end of the meat section. "Get a loaf of French bread."

"What about you and Jordan," Danny asked, grabbing the first one off the top.

"Get one from the back," Steve suggested.

Danny huffed, putting it back and reaching in the back. He held it up impatiently for him to approve.

Steve ignored the obvious sarcasm and moved on with the cart. "I like her. She's gusty."

"You mean she's crazy," Danny corrected, tossing the bread in, "no wonder you like her."

"Nothing wrong with that?"

Danny looked over at him, "I like a little crazy in the women I see too, but I like it played out in a more civilized manner such as in the bedroom."

"Try it both ways," Steve grinned, "you have no idea what you're missing. Jordan does this thing with her toes," he joked.

Danny turned around and put both hands on the end of the cart, halting it. "Stop! I understand now why you don't want to hear me talk about Patsy." He grabbed the end of the cart and guided him down the sauce aisle. "If you have a weird fetish with toes and tell me about it. I don't think we can be partners anymore."

Steve laughed, resting his arms on the cart again, pushing it along.

"I know you like her," Danny said seriously. "She's a good girl for you."

Steve was taken back by the serious nature in which he said it, surprised there wasn't a joke at the end. "Thanks Danno. I feel the same way about you and Patsy. I could see you with her for the long haul."

Danny grabbed two bottles of salsa, one spicy and one mild and put them in the cart. "Are we done gushing about our girls or would you like to take trip over to the feminine hygiene aisle before we go and pick them up some tampons?"

Steve bent his head, laughing. "No, I'm good, but you might want to pick up a bottle of that period relief stuff, you know, for your bad attitude."

"I don't think they sell anything that will make you go away," he fired back. "Now shut up and push."

Jordan and Patsy sat in the driveway of Jordan's house.

"Let's just get this over with quickly," Patsy said, "and get back to the boys."

"I agree," Jordan said, knowing it was easier said than done.

They both got out but before they could make it to the front door, it opened.

"Where have you been?" Warren bellowed. "How could you just leave in the middle of your own party like that, humiliating Bradley? What is the matter with you?"

"Hi Dad," Jordan said, holding Patsy's arm as she breezed past him. "It's nice to see you too."

"Jordan!" he yelled. "Stop right there and tell me where you've been for the last twenty-four hours?"

They walked into the entrance and she let go of Patsy, "Patsy, will you please go upstairs and wait for me?"

"Sure." She looked over at Warren, "Hi Mr. Meyers. Swell party last night."

He pierced his lips together. "I've had just about all I can take from you young lady over the past twenty years."

"Really?" Patsy said chuckling, "well the feelings are mutual. So I guess we're even."

Patsy please," Jordan said, "I'll be up in a second."

She heard her go up the steps and down the long walkway. She finally turned to where she last heard her father's voice. "What Dad?"

"Where have you been?" he said between gritted teeth.

Jordan smiled, "You know where I've been, but if you really want me to say it then I will. I was with Steve. We went to his house last night and he barbecued chicken. We had a nice dinner and then we made love on his couch," she heard him gasp, "and then this morning he made me breakfast and then we went skydiving and now I'm here. A pretty spectacular twenty-four hours, don't you think?" She held her ground refusing to waiver.

"He took you where?!"

"Skydiving," she repeatedly calmly. "And it was the most incredible moment of my life."

"He's going to get you killed Jordan with all these ridiculous stunts!"

"He's giving me a life, and I love him for it."

"I'm very disappointed in you Jordan."

Well I'm quite disappointed in you too, Dad. What was your plan, to marry me off to Bradley? I know it was all your idea last night. God!" she bundled her hands into fists, frustrated. "I can't believe you would do that, especially after I told you that I didn't want to marry him just a couple of hours before that! Why?!"

"Because he is a good choice for you," Warren argued. "He can give you a good life. Take care of you the way you need to be cared for. You don't see it Jordan but Steve's not good for you. Why won't you open your eyes to that?"

She shook her head, knowing she would never change his mind. "You make it sound like I'm a helpless child, but I'm not. I'm a grown woman who can make her own choices," she looked up to where his voice was, hoping her next words got across loud and clear, "and I choose Steve."

The room was silent until he finally spoke. His tone calm and calculated. "I'm sorry to hear you say that Jordan."

She narrowed her eyes, "What do you mean by that? Why don't you like him? He's a good man. He makes me happy."

"He's dangerous. He's dangerous to you and he's dangerous to this family," his voice became more vicious as he went on, "and I won't allow you to get sucked into some wild fantasy until one day I get a call because you are lying in the hospital shattered, not only physically but emotionally!" he leaned in to her. "Do you understand me?!"

He'd never spoken to her before with so much anger and resentment. She stood frozen, her heart pounding, never remembering being afraid of him, ever.

He took her arm, "You will break it off with him and never see him again, or, it will not be you that I punish. Do you understand me Jordan?"

She couldn't breathe, "Wha…What are you going to do?"

"Don't be so naïve that you don't know the connections I have in this state all the way to the top, including the Governor's office, who by the way signs the checks for your little daredevil. Which do you think is most important to him, my endorsement money or Steve's job? I'll make sure that he can't even get a job as a security guard at an electronic store."

She felt sick, understanding now what he wanted of her. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered.

The pain on her face was hard to see, but in his heart he knew he was doing the right thing. In the long run she would see that he was right. "He'll break your heart Jordan."

"So I should break his instead," she cried.

"Don't be so dramatic! You've only known him for a couple of weeks, this isn't love, this is infatuation and when it dissipates Jordan you will be the only one left holding on to this, so-called relationship."

"Why won't you even try to get to know him?"

"I don't have to, I know his type and this conversation is over! You make up your mind Jordan, but I promise you that I won't change mind." He did know his type. He felt a sharp pain in his chest remembering what he went through after learning of his wife's infidelity with the Naval Officer that seduced her and tried to break up their family. It was the year before she died and once the man had found out her condition was terminal he left her. Despite Warren's anger and restatement he stayed with her and took care of her to the end, because he loved Jordan. He did it for her, not ever wanting her to know of her mothers deceitfulness, and he wasn't about to let another one of these men into their lives only to cause him and his daughter the pain that he knew this man would bring. He just knew that the same thing would happen to Jordan. He would take her away and then when he was done he would abandon her, leaving her shattered for him to nurse back, just like her mother. He had to stop it now before it was too late.

"Please daddy," she begged, her childlike voice pleaded with him. "Please don't make me do this. He would never hurt me."

The tears coming down her face tugged at his heart but he had to be strong for the both of them. "Tell Patsy to go home Jordan. This is a family matter that does not concern her."

She stood frozen to the floor, unable to bear the thought of what he wanted her to do. Her mind was trying to find a solution but no matter what she did, Steve would end up being the one that paid. He loved his job and what would happen to the others on his team. It wouldn't only disrupt his life it would disrupt all of them, all because of her. She couldn't imagine him wanting her after that, she just couldn't.

She was trapped. He had made sure of that. Her heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces.

"Patsy!" Warren yelled upstairs when Jordan stood transfixed. "Patsy!" he yelled again, taking her by the arm and leading her through the study door that was next to them. He shut it as Patsy came down the walkway.

"What," she asked, looking at him and then around the house below for Jordan.

"You need to leave. Jordan won't be going with you."

She came down the stairs in a hurry. "Where is she?"

Warren blocked her way into the main portion of the house, but giving her free access to the front door. "You need to leave Patsy. Right now," he said firmly.

She crossed her arms, glaring at him. "I'm not leaving until I speak with Jordan."

He reached in his coat pocket for his phone. "Then I will call the police and have them arrest you for trespassing."

"What is the matter with you?" she said as if she were completely dumfounded by him. "Are you jealous of Steve? Do you think he's going to try and take her away from you?"

"Leave my house!" he ordered again.

"He's good for her."

He dialed 911 on his phone.

Jordan stood in the study hearing the argument between them, knowing Patsy would stand and fight this through to the end and in the meantime she also knew that she could possibly say something to make it worse. If her father could reach out and hurt Steve then there was no telling what he might do to Patsy and her business. She came out and stood in the doorway. "It's okay Patsy. You should go."

She was taken back by the despondent look on her face, not surprised by the tears though, but the expression was the worst she'd ever seen on her face. "Come with me Jordan. Steve's waiting for you."

She looked down, leaning against the door frame, feeling her knees buckle. "I can't, just please tell him I'm sorry and I'll call him. Something has come up and I have to take care of it today."

"Jordan…" She went to move toward her when Warren stepped in her path.

He spoke into his phone. "This is Warren Meyers. I live at 232 Diamond Head Road and I have a woman in my home who refuses to leave, and I would like you to send someone over please."

"Please Patsy!" she said adamantly. "Please just go. I mean it!"

Patsy looked at Warren as he stared back at her, "Fine!" she said angrily. "You stay here with the old man Jordan." Her voice reeking with sarcasm, "Stay here and live a nice, quiet sheltered life. I'm sure the two of you will be very happy together!"

"Get out now! You're not welcome here anymore!" he bellowed.

"Like I ever was to begin with!" she fired back. "I can't take this anymore Jordan!" she turned her anger toward her. "You always let him win! You're a coward!"

Jordan heard the door slam and sank down to the floor, sobbing.

Warren reached out, touching her shoulder when she quickly slapped his hand out of the way. "Leave me alone!" She pulled herself up and stumbled to the stairs, feeling disoriented in her own house. She got hallway up the stairs and turned to him. "If I do this and I find out that you did anything to disrupt his life," she spoke through gritted teeth, "so help me God, I will never speak to you again!"

Steve sat down on the couch and pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at it. His chest was throbbing and he didn't even have the impulse to wet his dry lips. He was too stunned over the phone call from Jordan. It didn't make sense. It just didn't make any sense. His first thought was, what had he done wrong. Did he push her too hard? He knew he could be over assertive at times and wondered if maybe he had thrown too much at her too quickly. The regret and guilt that hit him over that idea was staggering. He tried to think back and recall if she had expressed any hesitation or uncertainty over any of the activities they had done, but the only one he could think of was the surfing, but in the end she loved it. She loved all of them, and the night before when they were together, he felt a connection with her, or did he just imagine it.

He looked up as Danny and Patsy came in the house after Danny had gone out to meet her in the driveway as they pulled up, assuming Jordan was with her.

Danny closed the door behind her. "Jordan's not coming," he announced to him with a confused expression, but when he saw Steve's he had a feeling he already knew.

"I know," he held his phone up. "She just called and…" he hesitated still trying to get his mind around the short, one-sided conversation, "she said she doesn't want to see me anymore."

"What?!" Patsy practically yelled. "Are you kidding me?" She turned away from both of them, furious. "I can't believe her!"

Steve stood up, "What the hell is going on? Is she all right?"

"No!" Patsy said blatantly, "She's not! Her father has her wrapped around his little finger so tightly that she can't even see when she's making the biggest fucking mistake of her life!" she growled like a bear, "I'm sick of it!" she ranted, "I'm sick of watching it happen and I'm sick of trying to defend her anymore!" She put her hands over her face. "I'm sick of it!" she cried.

"Hey, hey," Danny said calmly, rubbing his hands up and down her arms, "relax. It's okay." He put his arms around her and looked over at Steve who had left the room, hearing him go out the back door.