Jennifer reached her flat, and found it to be more than she imagined. Daddy had come through, in more ways than she'd dreamed! He'd chosen a flat in Rochester

Row, Victoria. It was near one of his art galleries and he promised to be nearer to her than ever before. She sensed a change in him with all the chatter of excitement from the airport to her flat. Then again, maybe she began this part of her journey without reserve. She welcomed his smile, and hugged him genuinely

and he drove the long way to her new life. She decided she wouldn't tell him about Jonathan, just yet.

He spoke on about his life here, and how much she meant to him, and all the while, her mind went to Jonathan. His eyes, his smile, his lips...but more, the way he captivated her...

She let her mind go to him, on the couch that night...

"And if someone is interested, then it might be good for me." He looked over at her holding her drink, very austere, and so beautiful, "..for us."

"Us?" She let out a skeptical laugh. The ice tinkled in her glass as she polished off the few sips of condensated drink.

"I'd like to see you again." It was if he had struck her a deep blow to the stomach. Jennifer's face was flush and became white as snow. IT was not the emotion he

thought he would see.

"Jonathan, I leave for England in a few hours." Tears brimmed, " ...in a few hours..." her voice trailed off and she looked away, "...that will be impossible."

Angry now, she stood to place her drink in the sink. Tears fell down her pink cheeks leaving trails for those which followed.

He went to her, not only because she needed support, but because he also needed confirmation she wanted to see him.

He placed his hand on her shoulder tenderly, turning her to face him, "Jennifer, I said I want to see you again. Nothing will not stop me from seeing you again."

He licked his lips, "You have to trust me on this." Time ticked away, and she would not answer.

But she trusted him all too much and she too did not want to think about going another day with out seeing him. He was finally tangible and she would not allow time and space to evoke distance again. He stood there, not wanting to press, when she needed him most. Jennifer touched his face, and he closed his eyes. Her touched burned soft wisps of insanity through him.

Before he could open his eyes, her lips were upon his. Wild and flustered were the kisses. Gone were the serene anecdotes for which he held on to all these months; she created an animal instinct within him which drove him mad.

As suddenly as she started, she stopped. Looking in his eyes, tears falling all around them, "Jonathan...I -I trust you," she sobbed, "...I trust you..."

Insanity predominated and in one swoop, he picks her up, kissing her again deeply while he takes her to his lair. Where she goes willingly.

When he nudged open the door, the moon met them, spilling into the room like a beacon, showering their moment with tranquility and calmness. Not the mocking way it rained the night on the beach with Philip, no, this was completely different. Were she insane, she felt she would fly away.

Before he reached the bed, he kissed her. Questioning her with his eyes, she smiles confirming to him with a smile...

Their hearts entwine and while the moon influenced the tide, so did she influence their love. The moonlight kissed them with her light and her perigee bonded their hearts, awakening a spectacular devotion.

She called his name..."Jonathan..."

But she's brought back to reality.

"Is that alright with you, darling? We meet at noon." She realized she hadn't heard a word he was saying, "Oh, I'm sorry pa. What did you say?" She smiled at him sheepishly, "I-I think I'm tired." She smiled again, but he knew his daughter well. There was more she wasn't telling him. "Lunch with Aiden at noon 's dying to see you!" She nodded unsure and smiled blankly.

They entered the white brick building, riding the elevator to the top floor and opening the door with her new key was the single most alive thing she had done since being with Jonathan that night. ...thoughts of his kisses blushed her cheeks. She let her purse fall once she moved inside, and shook her head of him. Another thing

Edward would note.

As she moved around the apartment she made herself remember it would be months until she would see him again. A fact she wasn't all together happy to face. All the while, Stephen watched her reaction.

She went into the bed room and sat on the plush bed then looked at the surrounding fixtures placed upon the walls. The bedroom tone was a beige with black trim around the window frames. There was a set of 3 windows over looking another set of apartments and homes which spanned the ceiling and second floor she lived on. She would never tire of this scenery, it seemed to call to her in her sleep. While the room was long, it wasn't wide. However, it suited her taste and she was very over come by how immaculate it had been kept until now.

"I love it! It's so...so.." she couldn't find the word but decided on a safe one, "Quaint, Pa. Thank you!" She kissed his cheek and hugged him genuinely.

The living room was ensconced with plush leather furniture and contemporary glass end tables and lamps. This room had 3 windows from ceiling to floor and overlooked another side of vintage flats and homes. It lead straight into the dining room which was right off the kitchen. The kitchen was an L-shape equipped with marble counter tops and was in itself a small but very usefully created area. Hearing her stomach grumble, she opened the refrigerator and cabinets and saw they were already filled.

"Anna sent over a list of a few things you might like. I had Jaq order what I could from the States, you'll have to gather what ever else you like."

"Thanks pa!" She tried at another failed attempt to shake him from her trail.

Spying a bottle of Chablis in the refrigerator, Jennifer turned, grabbed herself a wine glass with what she noticed was a very tall stem, and proceeded to pour herself a glass. She closed her eyes as she took a sip. Upon opening them, she found a very dumbfounded Stephen Edwards with his arms akimbo. He did not do dumbfounded very well.

"Are you going to tell me about him?! Or am I going to have to drag it out of you?!" He points to his freshly shined cowboy boots, "I'm ready to ride the "bull" if you know what I mean."

Before answering, she took another quick sip, "Pa! What is there to tell?" She grabs another glass, and the wine bottle and begins to pour him one where he stood stoically, judge and jury. When he didn't move to take it from her, she set the glass on the coffee table.

She removed her shoes, and dropped onto the leather sofa, in one swoop, filled wine glass and all.

"Well?!" Stephen shifted in his stance and scorned her.

She wasn't moved by his tirade, just began to talk. Her eyes gave a distant look as she gave up her soul... "His name is Jonathan Hart."