I'm so glad you guys enjoyed my foray into Darth land. It was fun. We have a little more 'plot' to get through before we return to Shandy land. But I promise the romance (and the smut) will be back.

Chapter 21

They went about their salon appointments. Andy finished before Sharon and went ahead to Vinnie's little shop at the resort. He walked in and was immediately approached by a short, thin, old man in a fitted suit with a vest and a strip of measuring tape hanging around his neck.

"Mr. Flynn?" The man inquired.

"Yep, that's me." Andy smiled.

"Good. You comma with me. I have a good suit for you. Good suit." Andy followed the little man and chuckled. And knew a bunch of old guys just like him back in Jersey. He knew he was gonna get a perfectly tailored suit.

Meanwhile, Sharon was almost done with her salon appointment. If this hadn't been a gift from Gavin, they would have hidden themselves away in their cottage for the rest of the weekend. But alas, that would have to wait. She got up and thanked the stylist and the nail technician. Ariel popped her head in and asked if she was ready.

"In light of today's events, I figure you wouldn't mind an escort, Mrs. Flynn."

"Oh, that is just fine, Ariel. Thank you." She smiled at the young attendant and an idea popped in her head. "Say, Ariel, would you mind helping me with something for Mr. Flynn?"

"Sure! Whatever you need." Ariel practically bounced. She loved being a part of little surprises like this. It bolstered her faith in love.

"Ok. This is what I need you to do..."

...

Sharon looked at her reflection in the bank of mirrors that practically encircled her. She was wearing a long, crimson red, chaffon dress. With a halter top and completely bare back. Greg was on the ground, pinning the hem. He worked quickly, manipulating the fabric like a magician. She was in lala land when she heard a commotion.

"There you are! You have some nerve, lady." Carl Newhouse's image appeared in Sharon's bank of mirrors. She rolled her eyes. She had a feeling they wouldn't go home quietly.

"I think your wife is the one that has some nerve."

"Who do you think you are, kicking us out?" Carl became enraged when he heard what happened. He didn't know what shocked him more. Getting kicked out of a resort or them being turned down. He thought he had explained to Donna that you have to handle cops differently, but obviously she didn't get it. He was trying to do damage control now. Well, as much damage control you can do pissed.

"I'm not the one who is kicking you out. Assaulting a guest is against hotel policy. Not to mention the law."

"How do you know it was assault? Donna is very good at what she does. It's hard to believe he didn't enjoy it."

"Well, he didn't. He even yelled at her to leave him alone."

"Look, why don't you go tell Maurice that it was a misunderstanding and that there was no assault. I'll pay for another weekend here, anytime, your choosing." Carl put on his smooth smile.

Sharon glared at Carl through the mirror. "Are you trying to bribe a police officer?"

"No, just trying to come to a mutually beneficial agreement. One where we get to stay, and you get something you want." Carl continued with his smile. Sharon actually wished Andy was here to punch it off of his face. She shook her head, she couldn't believe she just had that thought.

"You leaving the premises IS what we want."

"So, you are trying to kick us out."

"Your wife did that for you. You want an agreement? You leave the resort and we won't press charges." Sharon explainded.

"Why are you being a bitch?" Sharon's eyes widened and she looked right at Carl.

"I think expecting to have a romantic weekend getaway with the man I love, undisturbed, is not too much to ask. Andy told you in the pool, we wanted to spend our time together, just the two of us." At this point, Greg popped his head up.

"Ok, darling. Go so I can quickly get this done. Cinderella can't be late to the ball." He turned to Carl Newhouse and said, "I'm sorry sir, but I am gonna have to ask you to leave. You are disturbing my guest."

"It's not your shop, Greg! You can't tell me what to do." Carl snapped back.

"The hell it isn't. Go! Or I'll call security, sir." Greg LaVoi stood there, staring Carl down. The man might be rich and a regular but Greg didn't tolerate rudeness. Plus he really liked Sharon, she was a delight to work with.

Sharon had escaped to the changing room in the shop, when Greg told her too. She was hoping he could get rid of Carl for her. The nerve of those people. Thinking they can do whatever to whomever cause of their money. While the staring contest was going down, Maurice entered the shop.

"Mr. Newhouse, please. You and your wife need to leave, immediately. I will not have you harass anymore guests or staff. Your car has already been brought around." He turned to the two big security guys behind him. "Escort him to his room so he can gather his things. And then make sure they both get taken to their car and off the premises, understood. And try to be discreet." The two burly men nodded and looked over at Carl Newhouse. Carl sighed and slouched his shoulders. He and his wife would have to find another resort to vacation at. He had to have a talk with his wife about tact. He walked off with the security detail. Maurice turned to Greg and asked, "Is Mrs. Flynn alright?"

"Yes. I almost done with her gown. Is everything set at the Gazebo?"

"Yes. Mr. Baker gave specific instructions and they have been fulfilled. You know how he can be."

"Tell me about it. Atleast he knows what he's doing. The dress looks amazing on her. Hopefully they can salvage the rest of their weekend here."

"Spread the word. After what the damn Newhouses did, I want to make sure that the Flynns' are treated like royalty, understood?"

"You got it!" Greg was more than happy to oblige.

Maurice walked out and saw the Newhouses loading their car. Thank goodness, they were leaving. Now to give the Flynns' an anniversary dinner of a lifetime.

TBC

A/N: OMG! That premier was AWESOME. It's nice to have them back on TV.