"Finally showing your face around here, are you?" Katy teased, straightening up and walking away from the opposite end of the bar where she'd been lounging.

Isaac shot her a weak smile. "Yeah… had some pretty odd stuff to get my head round and then back to work, you know."

"Yeah, I know." Not bothering to ask what he wanted, she grabbed a bottle of lager and placed it in front of him. "Wanna talk about it?"

"You had a personality transplant or what?"

"Yeah, alright, I was a cow." She acknowledged with a shrug. "I'm sorry, yeah. I've also got my head around a few things and… I really am sorry for being so difficult."

"I guess I can accept your apology." Isaac conceded with a small smirk.

"Oh, well, I'm incredibly grateful for that." Katy replied, rolling her eyes and grinning. "So, you gonna tell me what made you freak out so much?"

"Yeah… I just… I found something out that really messed with my head." He told her quietly, his eyes fixed on his drink. "Something about–"

"Oh, hang on… give me a minute, Isaac…" Katy cut him off, smiling weakly at him, before moving along the bar. She laid a hand on Leon's arm as he made to serve Graham, shaking her head and indicating that she would deal with him. "Hi… long time no… well, no see or speak."

"Sorry, work's been crazy over the last few weeks and I guessed you'd be busy with the kids over the holidays."

"Yeah, I was. It's a good job I weren't hanging around waiting for you to call, init?"

"I never took you for one of those girls."

Katy snorted, turning away to get him a drink. "Lucky for you I ain't."

Graham glanced along the bar, spotting Isaac watching him with a frown. "Boyfriend?"

"Not exactly." She acknowledged.

"But he could be?"

"Maybe."

"So I'm guessing he wouldn't be best pleased about you coming to another dinner with me?" Graham asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning at her.

Katy chewed her lip. "Maybe he don't get a say in how I spend my time."

"So are you saying you'll come with me?"

"Depends when it is."

"Monday." Graham informed her, taking a sip of his drink. "It's at the house of a colleague of mine."

"Monday night?" Katy furrowed her eyebrows, thinking about what else she had to do that day. "What time… I've got a meeting in the afternoon."

"I'll pick you up about six to get there in time."

"I've got an… a meeting that won't end 'til about then." Katy replied, shaking her head. "I won't get back here until about half six and then I'll have to get ready."

"Then I'll pick you up from your meeting and we'll stop off on the way so you can get ready." Graham suggested with a bright smile.

"And will you be providing the outfit again?"

He smiled. "Well, seeing as the last one went down so well."

There was a pause as they considered each other. Katy thought about turning him down, telling him she couldn't go and ending it there. But she couldn't quite bring herself to. Graham watched her, as though he knew where her mind was.

"So? Monday?" Graham grinned. "Where am I picking you up from?"

Katy told him the address of the office and he nodded. Then she asked where the dinner was. When Graham chuckled and asked whether she needed to inform her bodyguards where she'd be if something went wrong, she nodded seriously. Laughing, he gave her the address. Katy's face twitched a little at the fact that it was in Mayfair.

"I'm definitely going to need that outfit, then."

Standing up, he straightened his jacket and smiled at her. "I'll see you on Monday, then."

Katy nodded and leant against the bar as he left. Scrunching up her nose thoughtfully for a moment, she made her way back over to Isaac, placing a fresh bottle of lager in front of him as she did so.

"Who was that?" He demanded immediately. He didn't need to add anything else for Katy to know exactly who he was talking about.

"A business associate." She replied casually. "So, what was it you wanted to tell me?"

"Not sure I want to now." Isaac muttered petulantly. "You might just wander off again."

"I won't. I promise." Katy assured him, laying her hand over his and squeezing gently. "Tell me."

"Patrick is my father."

She blinked a couple of times; unsure whether he meant his words literally or not. "Your… as in…"

"As in my mother had an affair with him nine months before I was born."

"Ahh…"

"Yeah."

"And I'm guessing you weren't exactly OK with that."

He shook his head, looking down at his lager again. "Not exactly. My whole life I thought my dad…"

"I know how you feel." Katy told him softly. She squeezed his hand again. "I know how it feels to think you're someone and then all of a sudden find out you're not that person at all. Before I came here, I thought I knew who my parents were… turns out I was completely wrong."

"Yeah?" He met her eyes at last, a question hanging in the air between them.

"I'd been told my whole life that my parents were Archie and Karen… that Ronnie and Roxy were my sisters." She informed him, her own gaze dropping. For a moment she paused, turning away to pour herself a generous glass of vodka. "I was made to feel like no one really wanted me. Archie couldn't have been less interested, I'd never met Ron and Rox, Karen wasn't well… But that was my life regardless. I thought they were my parents. When I found out they weren't, despite how they'd treated me, it still felt as though my entire world had collapsed."

"But… your parents? I never would have known…"

Katy chuckled. "We don't always get on. There have been many, many times where war has broken out. Mum's too protective; Archie took me away from her… it wasn't her choice. Dad never knew. How could I blame them for that? It doesn't mean it's always easy, though."

"So you don't think I should blame Patrick? I should give him a chance."

With a shrug, she took another long drink from her glass. "I can't make that call. But… did he know? I can't imagine Patrick would have been able to just ignore that he had another son."

"But my Mum knew."

"You've had a good life, yeah?" When he nodded, she smiled. "She did what she thought was best." Katy chewed her lip, thinking about her own kids. "Sometimes telling the truth would just make things worse. I know that better than a lot of people."

"Your parents?"

"My girls."

"Oh…"

"I can't tell you what you should do, Isaac." Katy told him softly. "But I think you need to seriously consider whatever you decide before you do it. There's no point throwing a tantrum and spoiling everything if you're just going to end up regretting it."

He seemed to be considering her words for a long moment. Katy said nothing, not wanting to push him into making a snap decision that he might regret. Just as she was about to move away to help serve the punters, she caught sight of Phil approaching and frowned in bemusement.

"Got a minute?"

Katy nodded curiously, sending Isaac a quick smile before leading the way up to her office. She motioned for Phil to take a seat on the sofa, before leaning back against her desk and watching him carefully.

"What's wrong?"

"Ben and I have got a little job and I was wondering if you wanted in?"

"What kind of job?" She asked, narrowing her eyes and watching him closely.

Phil outlined his plan quickly, in as little detail as possible. Katy listened, her mind working overtime as she tried to answer her own questions before having to ask them out loud. When he finished talking, he leant back against the cushions and waited to hear the verdict.

"Decidedly dodgy, then?" She pointed out at last. "Why d'you want me involved? Want a fall-guy?"

"Course not." Phil shook his head vehemently. "Your family, I wouldn't do that. I… Ben told me how you helped him out with Danny Hardcastle. I might need your help again."

"You want me to babysit Ben?"

"No! Of course I don't." Phil snapped immediately. "He's going in for his op tomorrow; he'll be fine."

"Phil… you do realise that it might not work, right?" Katy asked softly. "And even if it does, he's going to need time to adjust. He ain't gonna be back on his feet straight away."

"I know that. But I ain't sure he does."