They spotted Roman first. He was sitting at the centre of a round booth surrounded by all Caitlin's friends. The table was full of expensive Champagne, cocktails and delicious eats. Not your usual nightclub fare of hotdog and fries but a smorgasbord of oysters, canapés, ribs, organic mini sliders, salads, club sandwiches and tiny cheesecakes and chocolate silk pies. A posh midnight feast. Well a 02.00am feast anyway. The girls clamoured round Caitlin, checking she was alright after her fright.

"Yo, Dean," Roman hollered above the music. "All good?"

"Of course bro," he replied and leaned over the table to touch fists. "Things under control?"

"Here? Yep, I've got a table full of women and food so that's a pretty perfect night for me, man. You OK baby girl?" he asked Caitlin. Bearing in mind the last time she saw him, he was in full on Shield attack mode, his expression was of concern toward her. Roman was a sweet guy, she concluded. Devastating as a enemy. A monster in the ring but a sweet guy out of it.

"I'm fine thanks and I guess owe you an apology. For acting like an idiot earlier."

Roman waved it away. "No worries. Just be careful next time you are out. Don't trust guys you've never met before. Especially in clubs."

"She won't do it again. I dealt with her transgression," Dean interjected with an edge to his voice. Roman's grey eyes flicked to his friend, then to Caitlin, whose pale cheeks flushed slightly.

"Technically, I met you three in a club," she protested, half-heartedly.

"Always has to argue the point," Dean said rolling his eyes but he grabbed a beer bottle from the ice bucket and winked at her before taking a swig.

Roman just laughed. "Come and sit with me before that Claire girl comes back." He patted the space next to him. "How do you put up with that one?"

Dean proceeded to feed her the most delicious things while they chatted to Roman and the girls. It gratified her how he was making an effort to be sociable with her friends. Not like this afternoon at the pool. Now he was charming and funny. Right this minute he had Jen blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl.

Caitlin nudged her. "Where's Amy? I haven't seen her all night."

Jen grimaced. "Well, she's been hanging out with Seth since we got here."

"Seth?" Caitlin repeated. Her stomach flipped and a knot of dread settled there.

"To be honest, I didn't even notice you were missing until Roman and Seth marched right up to our table and sent those guys packing. Turns out they weren't even on a stag night. They were villains on the make. It was so impressive how they dealt with them. Even Claire didn't argue when they took us out of that club and brought us to this one."

"Yes, I found that out when that guy I left with attacked me."

"You poor thing." Jen's eyes widened and she slugged her drink. "Did he hurt you?"

"He didn't get a chance. Dean destroyed him. I was an idiot."

Jen lowered her voice an octave. "He's mad about you. Roman told me."

She wanted to believe it but surely his passion was just a passing phase and anyway, he'd admitted that they pick up women all the time. "I doubt that very much. You know Jen, I'm not sure how much more drama I can take on this trip."

"When we look back, we'll laugh about it all. Everyone will remember my hen weekend in Vegas that's for sure. Amy was so upset and worried about you. Seth comforted her, and they've been pretty much inseparable since. She's had a lot to drink too."

"Where are they now?" This was not good news. Whatever Seth's motives, him and Amy wasn't love at first sight. That was for sure.

"I don't know. They were dancing for ages, then they sat here for a while. I have never seen her even flirt with a guy since she married Brand but the moves they were doing on the dance floor would make Johnny Castle blush and Baby Houseman's father reach for his shotgun."

Typical bloody Seth. "How long have they been missing?"

Jen looked sheepish. "About an hour now. That's enough time to…you know. Get it on?"

"I hope not, Jen. I really hope not." Amy being mixed up in her mess was too awful to contemplate. She stood up, catching Dean's attention.

"Where're you going, Caitlin?" he asked.

"Just to find Amy. She's with Seth apparently."

"So? Then she will be fine. Stay here with me." His request was relaxed as he held a hand out to guide her back next to him.

Reluctantly, she took her seat not wanting to aggravate him. "Amy's married. Can't you tell Seth to leave her alone. Please."

Dean laughed. "It's none of my business who Seth fucks. Unless he wants me to join in of course."

Caitlin posted an unimpressed look on her face. The thought of Dean being with another woman made bile rise up in her throat. The thought of him and Seth with her best friend horrified her on so many levels. Amy was too inexperienced for any of that and anyway, she loved Brand.

"Seriously Dean. If you won't tell him to stay away from her then I will. You said if I wasn't comfortable with anything to let you know. Well, I'm not comfortable with Seth trying to get my best friend into bed."

Dean exhaled heavily. "Why, you jealous? Is that what it is?"

She shook her head horrified he would think that. "No, it's not that at all. You said Seth likes to play mind games. Well, that's what he's doing."

"They're both adults. She's probably bored shitless with her dull husband. Everyone needs a bit of variety. Seth will certainly give her that."

Caitlin wanted to shake him. Couldn't he see that his friend was up to no good?

"She doesn't need variety. She just needs her husband. Some people fall in love and live happily ever after you know."

Dean visibly scoffed. "Bullshit."

"It's true. Not everyone sleeps around and avoids affection like…"

"Like what? Me? Is that what you were going to say?" Dean challenged.

Another fail on her part in not aggravating him. "I didn't mean that, I just want Seth to back off." She stood up again and he grabbed her wrist to stop her. "I'm going to the loo. Do I need your permission to do that? This is ridiculous." He dropped her hand and for a second what looked like hurt registered on his face. As she strode off she felt his blue eyes following her. Christ, she shouldn't have said that to him. Not when progress was being made.