***Monday***

Admiring the view from his penthouse office, he took in the skyline of the city he loved. With another successful acquisition to add to his portfolio, he downed the double shot of thirty year old scotch, placing the glass on the credenza. His mind already calculating the six figure bonus that would follow now that he had landed another large deal, his partnership with the firm securely locked in place. Life was good. Pulling up his schedule on his computer, his eyes caught her photo still sitting on his desk. She had officially ended their relationship over two months ago, although she had pulled away from him six months prior to that, stating that they didn't belong together. Bullshit! She was perfect for him. Classy, beautiful, well educated, middle class family with no hidden secrets. He was on the fast tract and she was the perfect woman to be standing behind him. Olivia Parker may have thought she had ended their relationship and moved across the country for some lame job, but John Williams never backed away from something he wanted, and he wanted her.

***Tacoma, Washington***

"Ms. Brooks, have a seat." spoke Dr. Taylor stepping back into the exam room. "Your test results confirm that you are pregnant."

Shit! Shit! Shit! was screaming in her head. Closing her eyes, she tried for a brief second to wish away what the doctor had just confirmed and what she already knew. Opening her eyes, she saw the doctor staring back at her.

"Ms. Brooks, are you okay?"

"Just didn't expect this. I'm always so careful." Okay that was a lie she silently confessed. She had become a regular at the clubhouse and not all the guys would offer to "suit up" and who was she to make them. She just wanted to do whatever she could to become an old lady.

"Even being careful is not a hundred percent full proof. Let's do an ultra sound to determine your due date." said Dr. Taylor

Staring down at the paperwork, she felt completely numb. Thirteen weeks pregnant. Folding the results up along with her prenatal prescriptions, she stood up putting her sunglasses over her eyes and walked out of the clinic.

***Ralph's Diner***

"Thank you Helen" she said to the waitress as she cleared her salad. Hearing her phone beep, she reached into her purse pulling it out.

Finalized plans are ready for pick up.

Sending a quick reply that she would pick them up on her way back into town, she was startled as someone sat down across from her.

"Hey."

With a questioning look across her face, she responded "Hi."

"Have you ate yet?"

"Yes, actually I just finished."

"Too bad. How about some dessert and we could get to know each other better?"

"Sorry, I'm actually on my way back to the office." she responded, pulling some cash from her wallet.

"How about after work tonight I pick you up and show you around Charming? Great night for a ride."

Why do men have to be so damn clueless? she thought silently as the man across from her rambled on about how much fun she would have with him. In the three times she had encountered this man, she had successfully been able to deflect his flirtation, but here now she sat alone from him with no help in sight.

"Thank you for the offer, but I'm not interested and I really must be going." she said as politely as possible. "Enjoy your lunch." as she stood up from the booth only to feel his hand grab hers.

"You look very sexy today. See ya around." Koz replied as his eyes roamed her body. Dropping her hand, he sat back, winking at her as she turned and walked out of the diner.

Pulling out onto the highway she couldn't help the sudden feeling of uncertainty. Less than forty eight hours ago she had slept with a member of SAMRCO and just minutes ago another member was hitting on her. Suddenly the unusually perky mood she was in on a Monday was replaced with the feeling that her recent sexual encounter with Happy had in fact become club gossip. Had he returned to the clubhouse and told the other members of their unintended night of sex? Just great. Maybe he's not a private as he claims to be. With her stomach now tied up in knots, the text message that just came through her phone caused an immediate headache.

Need you to pick me up at Teller Morrow. Elliott

***T-M***

Pulling into the parking lot she continued to pray that Elliott would be waiting on her and they could just leave without her ever being seen. So much for that thought seeing Elliott standing by one of the garage bays talking with Clay. Pulling the SUV into a customer space, she took a deep breath and opened her door.

The two men watched her walk over toward them, both noticing how every man in the vicinity had their eyes on her.

"Hey. Glad you got my text." spoke Elliott first.

"Was already on my way back down. How was your meeting?" she asked hopeful the bank was on board with the financing package they had put together.

"Went well. Think it's going to work." he replied looking down at his now ringing phone. "I need to take this." he said stepping away from the two.

"It's nice to see you again Olivia." Clay spoke, taking a drag from his cigar.

"Nice to see you again as well." as she discretely took in her surroundings. She hoped that Elliott would be off his call soon, so she could leave without being seen. Hearing a door slam, she turned her head slightly to see Tig and Chibs walking out of the clubhouse. This is not my day she thought.

"Doll face! Didn't know you were here." yelled Tig as they approached her.

"Just picking Elliott up. Hey Chibs." Olivia said seeing Elliott motion to Clay.

"Where'd you run off to the other night?" asked Chibs. "Didn't see ya much after the wedding."

"Oh, I took Tristan to her sleep over so Elliott didn't have to leave. He looked like he was having a good time." she said smiling back at the Scotsman.

"Awfully nice of ya." he responded seeing her just shrug her shoulders in response.

She glanced back over toward Elliott and Clay seeing that they were still discussing something. She noticed a few girls over by the picnic tables staring at her. All were blond, skinny and she could only assume had fake breasts considering their enormous sizes. Taking in their attire, she felt quite over dressed in her sleeveless short black and white dress with her favorite black peep toe sling backs on. She could tell that they were "sizing her up", trying to figure out who she was. She again heard a door slam causing her to turn her head, just in time to see him walk out the door. She quickly turned her head back toward Tig.

"So you having lunch with Tristan today?" she asked hoping she'd became invisible in the last three seconds only to see a smirk form on Tig's face.

"Not today. Got lunch with the midget on Friday."

He walked outside, heading back over to the garage while doing his usual sweep of the surroundings when his eyes locked in on her. He didn't even feel the small grin that had formed on his face. She was standing with Tig, her arms crossed dressed in a short black dress that look like it was made just for her. His eyes scanned her entire body. Her hair was loosely curled, sunglasses covering her eyes, full pink lips, smooth, toned legs attached to a sexy pair of heels. His mind flashed back to running his hands up those luscious legs as he slid her lace panties off. Feeling those legs wrapped around his waist as he had her pressed up against the door, then to feel them squeeze tighter around his waist as he thrust into her over, and over, and over again. Pulling himself from his daydream, he saw Elliott talking with Clay. Must be here with him he thought. Finishing his smoke, he stomped it out with his boot and slowly made his way over.

She had her back turned away from the clubhouse watching for Elliott to finish his talk with Clay while listening to Tig yell at someone in the garage to hurry the hell up on the car he was working on. She caught Tig's grin and immediately felt the fine hair on her neck stand on in. He was behind her. Something inside alerted her every time he was near her, not to mention the delicious soreness she still had between her legs made it's presence known the minute she saw him. Gently looking over her shoulder she felt her stomach untie from the knot it had been in and start doing flips. Why does this man affect me this much? she thought unable to see his eyes hidden behind dark sun glasses.

"Hey." she said speaking first expecting him not to respond.

"Hey." he rasped, standing on her left side, putting her in the middle between he and Tig, unconsciously standing just inches from her.

Tig Trager was loving this. The obvious attraction between his brother and Olivia was undeniable, well at least to him anyway. The odd twosome were oblivious to their constant close proximity to each other. He first noticed it the night she called him about Tristan, seeing firsthand a comfort level between the two, sharing intense stares, and Happy's eyes following her every move. His brother was a master at camouflaging his emotions and reactions, but the woman standing beside of him had his attention.

"Missed you at the after party. Don't remember seeing you." Tig stated, remembering that Happy had mysteriously disappeared not long after the party got going.

Willing herself not to blush, "I went home after dropping Tristan off." she replied thankful that Tig's attention had been distracted by his phone ringing.

"Yeah" he said answering the phone and walking a few steps away. Turning slightly more toward Happy, she looked up to see him staring back at her.

"How are you?" she cautiously asked, having no idea of how to start a conversation with a man she barely knew but had recently slept with.

"Good. You?"

She was about to reply when her phone started ringing. Seeing it was the head construction foreman, "I need to take this." she said looking Happy directly in the eye. Seeing him nod, she answered.

"Hey Michael."

"Hey. Got a small problem."

"What?" she asked hoping this week was going to be problem free.

"Power company wants to start installing the street lighting tonight. Their policy states that someone has to be here on sight during installation. I've got Brittany's recital tonight and Melissa will shoot me if I miss it."

Immediately understanding his predicament, "Not a problem, I can be there."

"You sure?"

"Positive. I don't have any plans this evening. What time are they wanting to start?"

"Around five. Said they should be finished around eleven at the latest. We're just doing phase one tonight."

"I'll finish up a few things at the office and head back up. Let them know I'll be there before five." she said seeing Clay and Elliott walking back over.

"Thanks Olivia."

"Not a problem. Heading to the office now."

Finishing her call, she turns to see Happy now talking to Tig.

"You ready?" Elliott asked, giving a quick glance toward Tig and Happy.

"Yeah. Need to get a few things finished up at the office before I head back up to the site."

"What's going on?"

Just as she finished filling in Elliott on her call, she turned noticing Happy was standing beside her again with Tig, both talking to Clay.

"Clay, appreciate the update." spoke Elliott, shaking his long time friends hand.

"Anytime. Give Tristan our love. Olivia, was good seeing you again."

"You as well. Please tell Gemma hello for me." she spoke slightly turning. "Bye guys." giving Happy a nod as she walked away behind Elliott.

He couldn't help staring at her ass as she walked to her car. The way her body moved, graceful and sexy at the same time, the scent of her perfume still lingering in the air. The beautiful woman he new intimately was now an even bigger mystery. No questions, no pleading eyes, no "are you going to call me?", nope…nothing. He couldn't lie to himself and say she had stopped by for him, he knew damn well she came to pick Elliott up. She had been as detached as she was when he left her loft Sunday morning. Polite, never rude, not sorrowful, just blank, as if she had a hidden switch now positioned on "OFF", just like she was as they were standing by her door. Remembering he wasn't alone, he threw out the shit running through his mind and quickly jerked his head toward Tig.

"WHAT?" he growled, wanting to beat the smirk off Tig's face.

Holding up his hands as if to wave the white flag, "Nothing man." he said walking away, internally laughing at his obviously intrigued brother. "Yep, he wants a taste."

***Highway 42 Motel***

"Gotta give it to ya, your shit's good."

"So how about we start a little partnership. Say fifty/fifty?"

"Slow down shit head. Like I told you already, when I get this approved back home, we'll work out the details. Until then, shut your fuckin' mouth." stated Koz, doing the last line on the table.

***Oswald Properties***

"Hey, I'm heading home to change then back up to the site." Olivia spoke walking into Elliott's office.

Looking away from his Ipad, "Okay. You sure you don't mind babysitting the power company?"

Shaking her head, "No, not at all. I need to research some new listings for Ms. Harriston. I promise I don't mind." she assured her boss. Turning to leave she stopped hearing him call her name.

"Olivia?"

"Yeah?"

Completely unsure of what he was about to ask her, he just blurted it out, "Are any of the SONS harassing you?"

"What?" she said a little stunned.

Taking a different approach, "I just want to make sure that you're comfortable here and no one is bothering you, specifically anyone with SAMCRO."

Again slowly shaking her head no, "No, none of them are bothering me."

Letting out a sarcastic laugh, "Yeah, like Tig's not hit on you."

"Actually, he hasn't. He's been very nice to me."

Shocked. "Tig Trager's not hit on you? You sure?" he asked not truly comprehending what she just said.

"Yes, I'm sure." she replied noticing Elliott looked stunned. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Still hearing Olivia state that Tig Trager, the man who would hit on a lamp post if it would fuck him, had not hit on his stunning associate. "Yeah, see you tomorrow." he said watching her leave his office. Something was odd. He had seen how the guys had immediately liked Olivia, they all talked her ear off at Clay and Gemma's barbeque and had been shockingly respectful to her. He still hadn't figured out how she and Happy ended up together the night of Tristan's breakdown and earlier today he couldn't help but notice the two of them standing within inches from each other at T-M. What hadn't dawned on him until now was that Tig wasn't the one watching Olivia. Happy was.

***T-M***

"Hey." said Tara walking up, kissing Jax on his lips.

"Hey yourself. Thought you had to work until nine?" he asked, surprised to see her this early.

"Light day and I'm caught up on my charts, so I got to leave early." she said sitting down on a bar stool. Lightly stoking her finger down his chest, she looked up at him and smiled, "I need a favor."

Completely interested in having her continue what she was doing, "Yeah. What can I do for you?" he asked, his voice low almost a whisper.

Knowing she had him hook, line and sinker, "I need you to get Abel fed and bathed before I get home."

Suddenly confused, "Where you going?" he asked thinking he was about to have an early evening tyrst.

"Olivia's up at the jobsite overseeing something, and I'm going to find out who's boxers were on her floor."

Laughing, "Wait, what happened to 'she'll tell me when she's ready' speech you gave me the other night?" again laughing at his old lady.

Wanting to slap that grin off his face, "She's had two days. Times up." kissing him on the cheek and starting to walk out.

"Hey. You behave." he said pointing his finger at her.

"Always. You too." turning and walking out the door.

***The Cigar Box***

"We're going to need to step up our position on ridding Charming of the SAMCRO infestation. This project is not progressing as quickly as it needs to."

"What are you thinking?" Anthony Weston asked eager to eliminate the local trash.

"They're smart, believe it or not, so we can't be obvious. Clay Morrow will immediately suspect something if they're raided, so relying on the local police is not an option." he spoke twirling the pen around his fingers. Turning to face his favorite soldier, "currently what has my attention is ensuring that the lovely Ms. Parker doesn't become associated with the trash. I've seen her on two occasassions with Clay's wife and another member's whore of the day. She needs to be removed from their reach before they contaminate her as they have themselves."

"What's your plan?"

Sitting back in his chair, "Simple. Show her exactly how disturbingly filthy SAMCRO is and separate her from any contact from them." exhaling smoke from the cigar. "The world will be a better place when the members of that gang are no longer breathing."

***Charming Hills***

"Saturday works for me." replied Olivia accepting a dinner invitation from her newest client. "Where would you like to meet?"

Excited to start the search for their new home, she was smiling as she responded, "Let's have dinner here at our house. It'll be more comfortable."

"Sounds great. It'll give me an a chance to see your current style and décor so that I can build on that."

"Perfect. Come around six and we can have some drinks and relax. I'm sure he'll want to show off his mad grilling skills." she said laughing.

"Can't wait. Let me know what you think of the samples I'm sending you. See you on Saturday."

Finishing her call, she hit send on the email at the same time she saw a familiar vehicle pulling up.

"Well this is a surprise." she said standing from the back of her SUV. "What brings you by?"

"I come bearing gifts, well a large sweet tea with lemon." Tara spoke handing her friend the hopeful bribe for info.

"So good. This came from the diner didn't it?"

"Yep. Best tea around here." she said taking in the surroundings. "What time will they finish tonight?"

"The foreman said by nine tonight. The next phases may take longer, but we're only doing phase one tonight."

After about an hour and half of random chit chat, she couldn't hold back any longer. "There's something I need to tell you." she finally said.

Looking at how serious her best friend now looked, "What? Are you okay?" she asked, now starting to worry.

"Oh, no I'm fine. It's about you." she replied pausing for a few seconds, "I know."

Her stomach immediately dropped to her feet. Tara knew. Hell, the entire club now probably knew. She didn't know what was worse, him going back and telling everyone they'd had sex or that he lied about keeping his personal life private. She again was a fool, considering she actually believed him. Turning to face her friend, "Look, it happened once and I'm…."

Grinning like a school girl, "Who was it?" squealed Tara dying to know who the mystery man was.

"What?" she said, not understanding how Tara didn't know.

"Who was he?"

Trying to form words, "How did you know…"

"Saw the black boxers on the floor. Makes sense now." she replied still grinning.

"What makes sense?" she asked, completely confused.

"At lunch Sunday, you were glowing." she spoke, tilting her head to the side, "in fact you still are! Tell me, who was it?"

Realizing her overly curious friend was not letting this go, she sat back down, her hands now covering her face. "Do I really have to tell you?" she asked, hoping Tara would hear the plea in her voice.

"Yes, you do." she said giving her gentle slap on Olivia's arm. "As your best friend, I want all the steamy details."

"Seriously?" she whined.

"YES! And don't you dare leave anything out."

Giving her friend one final pleading look, to get a raised eyebrow response, she sighed, silently admitting defeat. "You can't tell anyone, okay? This stays between us. You have to promise, Tara?"

Seeing her friends' obvious stress, "Okay, I promise this is just between us. Now, who was it?" she asked, perfectly willing to beg for the information if she had to.

Taking a deep breath, "Happy." was all she said.

"I know you're happy, I can see it on your…." and Tara stopped talking.

Yep, Olivia could tell the minute "Happy" registered in Tara's mind.

"Happy?"…."Happ?"…silence…silence….."Happy?"she finally got out, her eyes wide now staring at her friend.

All she could do was shake her head. Tara was as shocked as she had been, well, maybe not as shocked as she had been two days ago.

"Honestly, whatever questions you have, I can't answer because I don't know either."

"Happy? Tall guy, bald head, tattoos everywhere?"

Again, all she could do was shake her head. Hearing Tara describe him caused her mind to flash back to his naked body above her, her legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth devouring hers as he filled her so completely to where she felt as if she'd split into. Yes, no doubt it was Happy she thought, shaking herself from the memory that now had her feeling a familiar ache. Looking back over at Tara, who still had her mouth partially open.

Taking a minute to regroup, she looked over at her friend, "Wow. I was not at all expecting that."

"Me either."

"Wow."

"You've already said that."

"I know. Sorry, I'm just still in shock. How?…..When?"

Forty five minutes later, Tara now knew how the mysterious black boxers ended up on Olivia's floor. What still had her stunned was the fact that it had been Happy. The club's assassin. A man who's eyes alone caused the hardest of men to fear him. She didn't really know him, knew he was extremely well respected within the club, took care of his mom and was closest with Tig and Chibs, he's fiercely private and most importantly, lethal.

"Be honest, Jax had already told you didn't he?" she asked, bracing to hear that her night of sex with Happy was already club gossip.

"No! I swear I had no clue, I mean no clue it was Happy." she said looking her directly in the eye. "Why do you think Jax would know?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just expecting that I'll be club gossip if I'm not already."

"Honestly, I don't know Happy really at all, but I know from what Jax has told me that he's extremely private."

"Here's hoping." she said covering her face with her hands.

"Regrets?"

Looking up, "No. From what you've told me over the years, I know how this works. We slept together. Period. End of story."

Seeing Tara's raised eyebrow looking back at her, "Seriously. I know exactly what it was and what it wasn't. This was a one time thing and like I told him I have no expectations from it." she stated.

Shaking her head, "Just one question."

"What?"

"How was it?" Tara asked, trying to keep a serious face.

Closing her eyes, she sighed, "So deliciously good I can still feel him."