Corey nodded and waved as he ran down the hall, his phone pressed to his ear. "Ok, you did what!"

"I know," Baron voice came through. Corey looked aròund hoping no one heard. "It all happened fast, and I just couldn't stand the thought of her being there." Corey hand went to his head. "Anyone saying anything?"

"Just you are sick," Corey answered, he like everyone else had received an email that Baron would be out for the next week due to illness. "dude this is bad. Like what the fuck!"

"It will get figured out," Baron tried to calm his friend. The situation was a mess. They didn't have a plan.

"Where is Xander," Corey asked.

"My friend is bringing him here, extra ears. I have no doubt Roman has figured out who Peyton is with."

"Be careful," Corey groaned, "you are putting everything in jeopardy. It is not just Roman and his cousins. WWE doesn't do scandals." Baron knew there was a lot at risk. If he could just get Peyton to speak up. Roman didn't want his wife telling anyone her story. "Keep me posted."

"I don't accept you to get involved," Baron said, it wouldn't be fair to ask others to get involved. He would have to see this out to the end. And whatever consequences came with it. But if it meant Payton was going to be okay at the end of the day it would all be worth it.

"We are friends, you are far braver than any of us," Corey let out a deep breathe. This wasn't going to end well. It was hard to believe someone you worked with, traveled with, talked too, could have such a side. Corey knew Baron would not have done to this if there wasn't something very wrong.

…..

Baron walked back in the cabin, it was filled with the smell of bacon. Peyton stood at the stove, she smiled at him as he walked in. "You sleep at all," Baron asked.

"Yeah," Peyton shrugged. "I made eggs and bacon. There is some coffee I didn't know how you take it."

"Thank you," Baron went to the courted finding the coffee cups.

"I started the laundry," Peyton took the pan off the stove empiting it onto a plate.

"You didn't have to do that," Baron leaned into the counter, "but thank you." Peyton gave a nod.

"It will get cold," she walked the plates to the table. Baron pulled himself off the counter, joining her at the kitchen table.

They eat in silence, both surly trying to figure out what to do next. Baron watched Peyton as she nibbled her food. "Where is your dog," Peyton asked.

"Oh, my friend Andy is bringing him," Baron smiled. "Don't worry he has nothing to do with WWE. So he won't even run into anyone, no questioned." It fall quite again. "Do you want to call anyone?"

"No," Peyton shook her head, "I don't have any family." She left it there.

"We could go into the town, I mean there is not much but," Baron couldn't stand sitting here.

"Ok," Peyton agreed, "I will just clean up."

"No," Baron waved her off, "you cooked I'll clean." Peyton almost seemed shocked, Roman hadn't cleaned a table in years.

"Ok, I will just get ready," Peyton went upstairs

….

Peyton changed into a pair of jeans and t shirt she found. She looked in the mirror brushing her hair. She pulled it up, she tilted her head, looking at her outfit. A million times she stood in front of a mirror, wondering what her hair would look like short, or a different color. A thousand times she just wanted to wear jeans and a t shirt. And here she was in jeans and a t shirt and it didn't seem real, because it still wasn't her's.

There were plenty of times Peyton had thought about starting a new life. She could be anything and everything she wanted. But it wasn't that easy. Despite Roman behavior and all he had done, she loved him. Guilt hit her, she had left with no explanation. She left with another man. A man that he worked with. There would be stories, people asking questions,whispers.

Baron watched her come down the stairs, "is there a hair salon in town?"

"We could look, believe or not there is a phone book," Baron went to an end table. He flipped through it, "yeah there is one." Peyton stood next to him.

"Could I make an appointment?"

"Sure," Baron shrugged, "use my phone." Peyton dialed, Baron listened.

"Ok, thank you," Peyton handed her phone back, " they have something in a hour."

"Great," he smiled.

"Shit," Peyton stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't have any money. I don't think I should use my card. Roman checks it all the time." Peyton looked disappointed.

"I got it," Baron said.

"I can't you have done so much."

"Well I didn't give you a lot if time to pack. Please it is not a big deal." Baron smiled. "Really don't even think of it."

…

Peyton and Baron entered the hair salon. "Can I help you," a young girl asked.

"Peyton," Peyton spoke up.

"Oh yeah," the girl stepped forward, "come with me."

"I am going to look next door," Baron said. Peyton looked at him, she looked scared. "I will be back before you are done." Peyton nodded, following the girl back to the shampoo sinks.

"My boyfriend hates waiting for me," the girl smiled grabbing a towel.

"Oh," Peyton stopped, of course people would think they are dating. "Yeah," Peyton laughed. It was weird being with a different man. It had been years since Peyton was with any man beside Roman. Once they started dating she never spent time alone with any other man. Roman always said that is how rumors started.

"Do you know what you are doing with your hair?"

"I want it cut," Peyton answered, "I have a picture, on my phone."

"You have beautiful hair," the girl ran her finger through it.

"Just want something different," Peyton said. For ten years Peyton had no say in her hair style. Roman liked long hair, and that is how she had worn it.

"Nothing wrong with change," the girl shut the water off, "here you go sit up," she wrapped a towel around Peyton's head.

"No there isn't," Peyton smiled, no one in here had any idea what she was going through. They didn't know who she was married to, why she left.

"So you two on vacation," the girl lead her to a chair.

"Yes,' Peyton shook her head.

"That is nice," the girl rubbed the towel through Peyton's hair, "you two are a nice looking couple."

"Thank you," Peyton looked down trying to hide her smile.

…..

Baron walked back into the salon, he took a seat. He heard laughing coming from the back. He grabbed a magazine on the table in front of him. He sat thumbing through it, "how does it feel." Baron looked up, he could see the back of Peyton.

"I like it."

"It looks good on you, you could wear any hairstyle." Baron stood waiting for Peyton to walk out. He was shocked when he saw her. Her hair was above her shoulders, it was bouncy and cruels. It opened her face and made her eyes pop.

Peyton stopped seeing Baron, "so," she held her hands out.

"I like it, it looks cute," Baron smiled.

"Yay, boyfriend likes it," the young girl cheered. Baron looked at Peyton who only shook her head smiling. "Ok, that will be forty five." Baron stepped forward taking his wallet.

"Here you go, thank you," Baron laid the money down. "We all set," he asked Peyton.

"Thank you," the girl waved, "enjoy your vacation."

"We are on vacation," Baron joked once outside.

"Yes," Peyton laughed, "we have been dating for three years. You are a painter and I work in banking."

"Painting like house painting," Baron asked.

"Yeah, you own your own business," Peyton gave a firm head nod.

"Well if I own the business," Baron laughed.

"Come on I said I was a bank teller," Peyton huffed.

"Yeah, you should have went bigger," Baron joked. They walked to the end of the street. Peyton turned her head noticing a barkery.

"Oh," she looked in the picture window facing the street. "Cheese cake."

Cheesecake was her favor, but it had been ages since she had it. Roman didn't allow sweets in the house. He would leave a grocery list that she was to follow. Roman watched his weight and accepted Peyton to do the same.

"You want it," Baron asked.

"No," Peyton almost laughed.

"Yeah you do," Baron smirked, "come on we are on vacation."

...

"I think I need to slow down," Peyton pushed away her plate. Baron laughed, they had spent the night eating cheese cake and talking. Baron had found a bottle of wine that was left. "I haven't had sugar in awhile." Peyton wiped her mouth taking her glass of wine, "been a long time since I had wine." Baron watch as a sadness seem to come over her.

Their day had been so good. She was laughing and joking. He forgot about everything. That he was sure Roman was looking for her. That she was Roman's wife. That they had no idea what they were doing, "Hey you ok?"

"No," Peyton shook her head. "I have no idea what I am doing. I have rules and schedules for so long." She looked in to her wine glass.

"You don't have to live like that," Baron could see how torn she was.

"Maybe I don't, but I shouldn't have just left," Peyton said.

"I pushed you," Baron cut her off.

"I shouldn't have left. Tracy has tried time and time again to get me to leave."

"So why was this different," Baron wouldn't look at her as he asked.

"I don't know," Peyton stopped. That was a lie, she wanted to go with him. She couldn't ever say why. She didn't want to admit she was drawn to him. She knew that was wrong. But today was so comfortable and nice. She was at ease, not worrying, about everything she did.

"Do you want to go home," Baron asked. Peyton watched him. His head was down as if he couldn't look at her. All his roughness seemed to fade. He cast his eye up meeting her's. Baron watch her slowing stand and walk toward him. She settled herself on his lap. Peyton lifted Baron chin up, "no."