Pausing outside of Kelly's, Elizabeth ran her hand down her shirt, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles. Her orange t-shirt and ratty jeans from earlier had been replaced by a crimson blouse and khaki Capri's. Why couldn't she have looked like this earlier, she mused briefly. 'Lucky sure didn't seem to mind' she thought wickedly.

Her mind had been reeling since he left her standing at the door to her grandmother's house. He had just jumped into a beaten up old Jeep with a wink and a wave and driven off. No "I call you." No "Let's go out later." Nothing just a wink and a wave.

She had been racing between anger at his exit and girly mush at remembering his kiss. Her head hurt from trying to figure it out. She needed a drink but it was far too early in the day for that. No what needed was loads of fatty foods followed by chocolate.

Entering the diner, she spotted Robin easily enough and joined her at the table. "Am I late?"

"No, I'm early." Robin assured her. "At least you chose a color that matches your face."

"Well thank goodness for small favors." Elizabeth opened the menu. "Ok so what's the greasiest most non-good for you item here?"

"Do you want to talk about your avoidance issues?"

"Seen Patrick lately?" Elizabeth blinked her eyes and smiled as innocently as she could manage.

"As a matter of fact he stopped by the shop today to give me something."

Elizabeth sat back and arched her eyebrows. "Oh now this sounds fun. Do share."

"There's nothing to tell."

"Sure there's not. That is so why you said it."

"He wanted to apologize for his behavior."

Elizabeth leaned across the table and placed her hand on Robin's forehead. "No…you don't feel feverish to me."

"I'm serious. He never actually said the words, but I have to assume that's what he wanted."

"There must be something in the water. The men in this town are acting strange."

"How's Lucky?"

Inwardly Elizabeth cringed. Of course Robin would pick up on that. Damn him for still screwing with her mind. "Confusing"

"He's confused or the relationship is confusing?"

"There is no relationship."

"Then why is your lipstick smeared?"

Elizabeth grabbed for her purse and pulled out her compact, checking her reflection in the mirror. Suddenly she paused. She hadn't worn any make up earlier. "You think you're clever dont' you?"

"A kiss then." Robin realized.

Elizabeth threw her hands up. "He is so confusing. Last night he ditched me and Courtney."

"He had a good reason. I'm assuming since you let him kiss you." She explained.

"He showed up out of nowhere on laundry day mind you, with stuff for my grandmother, gives me an explanation that I'm not 100 percent sure that I believe, kisses me..." She paused seeing the grin on Robin's face and pointed her finger at her friend. "Not a word. Yes he kissed me and then left without so much as a see you later."

Robin huffed. See how easy it is when you're not a Devane-Scorpio? "He's a guy. They leave us to figure out the meaning of things."

"I have half a mind to kick the crap out of him the next time I see him"

"Ooh foreplay." Robin teased.

Elizabeth smiled wickedly. "Speaking of foreplay, why exactly didn't Patrick apologize today?"

"He got a little sidetracked."

"By what?"

"Well, he had this crazy idea that I was going to kiss him yesterday."

Elizabeth almost spit out the water she was sipping. "Whoa. Back up. What the hell happened last night?"

"Nothing happened. Have you been talking to my mother?"

"Why would I talk to your mother? And if nothing happened why would he think you were going to kiss him then? And does this have anything to do with ditching karoke last night?"

"I told you that I went to see him, but I left out what happened when I got there."

"Start sharing. Its my day off and I have nowhere to be."

"I slapped him."

"Not surprising there. Still not seeing how that leads to him thinking you wanted to kiss him"

"Then I yelled at him. We got into this screaming match and then..."

"You ripped each other's clothes off in a fit of passion?"

"Only in his dreams." And mine, but she kept that part to herself.

Elizabeth held back her snort. "Ok go on"

"Somehow, our fight merged into a discussion about Logan and how I had given up on my marriage."

"Happy small talk then?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Rage inducing verbal blow out then?"

"Somehow, I ended up in his arms--I'm totally blaming the heat wave."

"Sure, the heat. I'll go with that."

"I wasn't going to kiss him. The thought never crossed my mind."

"But it magically appeared in his?"

"According to him, I've wanted to be with him since the day we met. Men."

"Utter assholes."

"So, here's this guy that I've known for a better part of five years. He's never said one nice thing to me, but I'm thinking, I kind of like being in his arms."

"Ok. They are nice arms."

Robin bit the inside of her cheek. "Then, it happens. It turns out he wasn't alone. This redhead calls out to him, says something about 'being lonely' and the rest is kind of a blur."

"Oh, interrupted by a bed buddy? No wonder you bailed."

"Would you have stayed?"

Elizabeth closed her eyes, briefly remembering the last time she had seen Max. "No. I would have kicked him in the 'nads and broken something expensive on the way out."

"I'll have to do that next time." She said quietly. "The worst part of it is, even after all of that, I was kind of relieved to see him this morning. How messed up is that?"

"About as messed up as kissing the guy who ditched you the night before in a bar filled with guys who go by Lars."

"Did he say why he ditched you?"

"He said it was for Cameron. But I'm not sure."

"How would you describe the kiss? I mean, you've had better...right?"

"I think so..."

"You don't know?!"

"I told you he was confusing!"

"Is he worth all this trouble?"

"Is Patrick?"

"Patrick's a passing amusement."

"That's not what I asked you."

"Logan's brother of all people?" Robin covered her face with her hands.

"Could be worse."

"How?"

"Father of a student who could possibly just be trying to get in my pants?"

"I don't see how that's a bad thing."

"He's related to Patrick?"

"They're polar opposites. At least Lucky will be nice enough to find a bed. I doubt Patrick cares whether we're standing up or lying down."

"This is depressing me. I think this calls for an ice cream sundae lunch."

"I'm thinking double scoop."