"That is one twisted family tree," Vic commented as they watched Kacey disappear into the crowd on the square.
Walt pursed his lips.
As it turned out, Kacey hadn't been having an affair with Ryan; he had been devising an escape plan for her and her unborn child. She had never told Evan she was two months pregnant and she called Ryan for help before calling the law that fateful night.
In the end she gave birth to a son with developmental delays. Ryan helped her arrange for a closed adoption and ironically a rancher in the county took the boy into his home alongside his three girls who were thrilled to have a baby brother.
Kacey had tried to forget her life in Durant but that little boy in her dreams got the best of her. She wanted to see if her son was happy. After watching him from afar at a local livestock show, she saw he was happier than she'd ever been.
Walt felt sorry for Kacey and realized he had it good despite his own devastating loss. He had not one but two women in his lifetime who loved him and a daughter he'd die for. Kacey had neither a husband nor a child to fill the hole in her heart.
He subtly but affectionately nudged Vic as he stepped away from the window. She hid a smile and resumed her seat to shuffle through paperwork.
Walt returned from locking up the main door to find Vic perched on his desk, casually leaning backward, her hands gripping the edge.
He was too old for this, wasn't he? Walt thought as he neared her. However, his body told him otherwise.
After shutting the office door, he obliged her, stepping between her legs but he just stood there without touching her or talking to her.
Vic smiled and Walt smiled back.
She wrapped her legs around him to draw him closer and he settled his hands, palms down, on either side of her on the desk.
"You realize I'm never going to be able to look at this desk the same," Walt softly said as he lowered his head, his lips meeting hers. Vic grinned as she twined her hands at the nape of his neck.
Much later they were stretched out on the couch, his shirt still open and her jeans barely on her hips. Vic was nestled against his chest and she could hear his heartbeat. Walt idly rubbed his hand up and down her side as he stared at the ceiling.
He had never experienced anything quite like what they had done on that desk. And he was pretty damn sure he was never going to be able to concentrate ever again while sitting in this office.
Maybe he really did need to let Branch take his place, Walt thought as his labored breathing evened out. Of course, Vic would no longer be working here either; if he had his way, he'd never let her leave the cabin again at any rate.
As she was prone to do more these days, Vic spoke as if she was reading his thoughts.
"You're either going to have to buy a new desk or quit," she said with a chuckle.
A/N: Thanks for the support of this fic! I've had fun writing it. Here's to hoping there is a season four!