Play Moonlighting For Me
Part IV
I've been with you before,
I'll be with you again
I'll come back for more, yeah
The story has a strange ending
--Stevie Nicks
Maddie and David arrive at a house overlooking Lake Tahoe. It sits up on a mountainside, giving them a view of almost the entire alpine lake.
"My God have you ever seen anything so beautiful?" Maddie exclaims as she drops her suitcase and walks toward the wall of windows facing a pristine cobalt body of water.
"Once or twice," David murmurs as he comes up from behind, wraps his arms around her and starts kissing her neck.
Then he looks up.
"Wow," is all he can say.
They are looking at a postcard view of Tahoe at sunset, glistening in the pines high in the Sierra Nevada Mountain range.
"No wonder people come here. Even I'm impressed," he says.
Maddie turns around in his arms to face him. "Why don't we unpack a few things, run down to that little store we passed on the way up here, and make a romantic dinner tonight," she suggests.
"What, so you can take advantage of me? I don't think so lady. I'm keeping my virtue intact."
"Addison, your virtue was broken to pieces years ago. Give it up and let me show you what this mountain air can do for us." She kisses him deeply.
"Well, if you insist. But please be gentle."
She rolls her eyes for at least the millionth time since they've met.
Later in the evening we see them sitting in front of a floor to ceiling fireplace with a crackling fire, drinking a bottle of wine. All the lights are out, and there's definitely romance in the mountain air.
"This cabin is really incredible. I could get used to living up here," David announces.
"Yeah, I'd pay to see you driving that little roadster through twenty feet of snow in the winter." Maddie laughs.
"Ok , so maybe I'm a city boy, but wouldn't it be great to have a place up here? Gracie and A.J. would love it."
Her expression turns melancholy at the mention of their names. "I miss them," she sighs. "It would be wonderful to come up here with them sometime, under better circumstances. Speaking of which, have you even thought about what we're really here for since we've arrived?"
"Yes, I have given it some thought. I even made a few calls while you were at the store. I wasn't able to get hold of Olivia Chase, Esquire, but I talked to her answering service and she'll be contacting us tomorrow. I also called the cops and spoke with a Lieutenant Woodall. We'll be seeing him on Monday."
"Well, you've been a busy little beaver, haven't you. After that long drive and all those difficult phone calls I think a little R & R is in order." She puts down her wine glass and takes his from his hand , moves to his lips, and kisses him gently.
"Why don't you lie down right here and I'll massage your back."
He lies face down on the floor, and she climbs on to his back and starts rubbing his neck.
He turns his head around and declares, "I could use a massage somewhere other than my neck."
"All in good time, sir." she smiles seductively as he turns back around and closes his eyes.
After a few minutes of massage, she bends down to whisper in his ear. "Relaxed?"
"If I was any more relaxed, I wouldn't have a pulse. This feels great, Honey."
Unexpectedly her head darts up and she stops rubbing.
"Oh, don't stop now. Unless you're ready for me to turn over."
"David, ssshhhhhh."
"What?"
"David, shut up! I just heard a noise outside."
"It was probably only a raccoon or a deer." Then he starts squirming under her weight, "or a bear or a mountain lion..."
"Well, whatever it was, it stopped now. No, there it is again. Do you think we should check it out?" she asks nervously.
He finally pushes her off him and sits up. "No, I don't think we should check it out! What ever it is, it's out there and we're safe and warm in here. I'd like to keep it that way."
"Scared of a little raccoon, hey big guy?" She gets up and starts to move toward the front door.
"Hold on. It's pitch black out there. You're not going out there... without a flashlight," he grins, passing her a flashlight he found earlier beside the fireplace. He assumes she has no intention of going out into the wilderness alone, but he'll play along and see how far she goes.
She looks at him stubbornly. "My hero." Grabbing the flashlight, her hand goes around the doorknob.
"Wait! You aren't really going out there? Ok, ok, if you're that sure you heard something, I'll check it out. But you owe me big time."
He goes over to his briefcase and removes a pistol, which he loads with a clip. Then he takes the flashlight from her and proceeds to the door.
"Wait for me, my lady!" he says like a knight in shining armor going off to battle. He grabs her and kisses her hard on the lips.
"David. I really did hear something outside. Be serious for once. And be careful."
"I'll be right back."
He goes through the door into a moonless night, with nothing but pine trees in every direction. He turns on the flashlight and slowly pans it around the trees. Seeing and hearing nothing, he moves around to the back of the house, where the garbage cans are. He knows that sometimes animals will go through them looking for food and he wants to make sure the lids are on tight. They are. He moves slowly and deliberately, pointing the flashlight in the direction he's walking, but holding the cocked gun at his side. Jeez, this is a huge house, he thinks as he slowly makes his way back around.
His eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, he notices a black hole in the middle of the house. As he shines the flashlight there, he sees it's a side door to the garage and it's gaping open. Shit, I didn't notice that door the first time I came this way, he considers. Now he starts to become a little concerned. He lifts the gun up and moves toward the door. He goes through it and shines the flashlight all around the garage, even up into the rafters. All he sees is the roadster and the usual garage stuff. He enters the house through the garage and breathes a sigh of relief.
"Maddie! No lions or tigers or bears, oh my!"
As he proceeds back into the great room he starts singing, "It was just your imagination, once again, running away with you..."
Not seeing her beside the fire, he moves around the house, shining the flashlight in all the corners of the darkness.
"Yo, Maddie! You can come out now. Olly olly oxen free! Come on, Maddie. We were just getting something going here. Come out, come out where ever you are!"
Now he's getting a little irritated and a little scared.
He starts turning on all the lights in the house. He sees an overstuffed chair by the front door laying on it's side. Then he notices the front door hanging wide open.
He runs to the door, calling her name desperately now. He stops for a moment as he hears the faint sound of a car starting and driving away.
He runs back into the house and picks up the phone to call 911.
***
The next scene opens in the Tahoe house, three police cars with lights flashing sitting in front of it.
David, inside, is trying to explain what he thinks happened to his wife. He's getting more out of control as four officers look at him doubtfully.
"McCain! M -C, capital C- A- I-N. Paul. You got it? He lives up here, you guys have been investigating him for the murder of his wife. He set us up in this house. He's got the hots for my wife. I haven't been able to reach him at his place in San Francisco or here. He's missing, she's missing. What -- am I talking to dead people here?" (again, no pun intended. Ok, well, maybe.)
"Mr. Addison, calm down. We're doing everything we can to find your wife. Believe me it's much more likely that she went for a walk in the forest and got lost. We'll have a search and rescue team come out in the morning with search dogs. At least it's summer, the temperatures are warm and she should be in no danger of exposure."
"She's from Los Angeles! She's not going to take a stroll in the woods at night."
"Stranger things have happened, sir. Some people are so captivated by the beauty here they go off and do things they never thought they would."
David realizes that he's not going to get anywhere with the police tonight. He kicks them out of the house, then calls Bert in LA.
"Yeah?" Bert answers the phone groggily.
"Bert, it's Dave. We have a big problem. Maddie has disappeared and I think our secret squirrel, Mr. McCain has something to do with it. I need you to check his hotel and see when he checked out and find out where he's gone, if he rented a car, took a plane, whatever."
Bert is very alert now. "I'm on it, Dave."
"And Bert, it's very important that we keep this quiet. I don't want my family hearing about this on the evening news."
"Yes, of course. But Dave, why would McCain kidnap her? Is he nuts or what?"
"That's something I can't think about right now. Just try to get a line on this guy, ok?"
"Yeah. I'll be in touch."
They hang up and David is feeling all alone in the world, in a strange house in a strange place not knowing where Maddie is but knowing in his gut that she is in terrible danger.
He sits on the couch and buries his face in his hands. Then he looks up at the huge darkness outside the window.
"Maddie, where are you?"
***
Maddie wakes up to a pounding headache. She feels nauseated and has a metallic taste in her mouth. She must have been drugged. She tries to adjust her eyes to the darkness and figure out where she is. Then she realizes she's blindfolded as well. She comprehends that she's lying on a bed, her hands are tied behind her, her feet are secured to the bed posts and there is duct tape over her mouth. She can't remember anything from the time David went outside to check on the noise.
Oh God David. He must be going crazy right now. My kids! What would happen to them if...
Just then she hears footsteps and a door opens and someone walks in the room where she is.
Maddie starts mumbling under the tape. The person approaches her and pulls the tape off very quickly.
"Ow!" Maddie yells.
"Who are you and where are we? Where's David? What do you want?" she manages to get out before the person shoves some bitter tasting liquid in her mouth and quickly replaces the tape.
Then the person gently touches her hair and runs a finger across her jaw line, very lovingly. There's a familiar scent around her but she can't place it. She's quickly losing consciousness.
The door closes and the silence engulfs her again.
David, where are you? she thinks as her awareness drifts away.
***
David's head whips up at the sound of the phone ringing. His eyes are bloodshot and sunk in shadow. His face is slack, as if all the muscles have collapsed from exhaustion.
"Hello!"
"Dave, it's Bert. Just wanted to let you know there's no sign of McCain yet. He checked out of his hotel early yesterday and hasn't been seen since."
David can hear the sound of helicopters and dogs barking outside. He knows they are wasting their time looking for her in the woods.
"Thanks."
"What's going on there? Do I hear a helicopter?"
"Yeah. They are totally barking up the wrong tree thinking she wandered off into the woods. Maddie would never do that."
"Is there anything else I can do right now?"
"No, I guess just keep looking for him."
"I will and Agnes sends her love."
"Thanks Bert."
"I'll talk to you soon."
David hangs up and goes outside to see how "the search" is going. He's going stir crazy sitting in the house but the police have requested that he stay here. They don't want to have to rescue another lost tourist. As David goes outside he runs smack into a TV news crew with microphones and cameras in his face.
"Get them out of here!" he yells to the police, but it's too late. They already have footage of him and the house and a shot of the roadster sitting in the garage with the license plate clearly visable.
He grabs at the camera but the reporter struggles it out of his hands. The police force them to leave, and they do, yelling about freedom of the press the entire time.
David rushes back into the house and goes for the phone to call Maddie's parents.
"Hello?" Virginia Hayes breathlessly answers the phone after six rings.
"David! How's Tahoe? We were just talking about you two. We are hanging out at the pool. Can you hear the kids yelling? David?"
"Virginia, listen to me. I have some bad news and I need you to keep it from A.J. and Grace."
"What is it? You're really scaring me."
"Maddie is missing. I went outside to check on a noise last night and when I came back she was gone. I have a very bad feeling about this and something about it may be on the news later. So please keep the kids away from the TV. Can you do that?"
"Yes. Find her, David. You can't let anything happen to her. None of us would be able to stand it if anything ever happened to her."
"I know. I promise I'll get her back safe and sound." He shuts his eyes tightly as he hears the children in the background laughing with their grandfather.
How can he promise her mother that he'll find her when he doesn't have a clue himself? And how he can do anything for her sitting around here? He's feeling totally helpless when there is a knock at the door.
He opens it to a tall, buff woman. For an instant he thinks, Maddie? then recognizes it's Olivia Chase, but she looks completely different. She has dyed her hair blond and styled it in a short bob. She's not wearing the horn rimmed glasses any longer and she's dressed in madras walking shorts and a Lacoste shirt. But she still wears too much perfume.
"Mr. Addison? Remember me? I'm Paul McCain's attorney, Olivia. I talked to him this morning and --"
"This morning! Where the hell is he? What's he done with her?"
"Mr. Addison! I'm sure your distress has something to do with all these police but whatever has happened I can assure you that Paul had nothing to do with it," she bellows.
"Spoken like a true shyster. How did you get through the gauntlet anyway?" he asks, nodding toward all the police standing around.
"I work with these guys. They know me and I guess they assumed I know you. Now, would you like to tell me what's going on and I'll put you in touch with Paul."
David goes over last night's events and his suspicions about Paul while marching back and forth in front of the fireplace.
The attorney listens carefully to every word and watches him intensely.
"Ok, listen," she explains. "Paul got up here last night. I advised him to return. He's being indicted for murder Monday morning. He knew you would be up here and he wanted to help with your investigation. He refused to go back to the house where Laura died so he is staying at a hotel on the south shore. It's really as simple as that. I've been in constant contact with him. I doubt he's had time to perpetrate a kidnapping."
"I want to see him now," David demands.
"Fine. Let's go. Let the police do their job. They'll find her."
"Yeah, right. Let's hope they find her alive or I'll kill McCain."
"Mr. Addison, I'm an officer of the court. I'm compelled to tell the police about any threats my client receives," she asserts matter-of-factly.
"Tell them. And it's not a threat. I will kill him if anything happens to Maddie."
She sighs. "Let's go."
***
Maddie awakens again with the same pounding in her head. She gets a wave of nausea which takes every ounce of self control she can muster to make go away. If she vomits with the tape over her mouth, she'll suffocate. She can't die here like this! She moans as she concentrates on her family:
David on their wedding day, looking wonderful in his tux, gazing at her lovingly, reciting his vows with tears in his eyes
A.J. as a curly haired, towheaded infant sleepily nursing at her breast
Gracie as a four year old in the tub belting out James Brown's I Feel Good .
Christmases, birthday parties, family barbeques, Disneyland, all the momentous occasions over the years.
These are her best memories and they will have to keep her going until she can be with them again.
Her resolve to get out of this gets stronger and she starts rubbing her head against the wall until she manages to slip off the blindfold. She see's she's in a very small bedroom with no furniture and heavy drapes over the windows. She can see daylight peeking through. She hears nothing but silence.
She turns onto her side and begins trying to free her hands and feet from the duct tape. All the squirming quickly tires her out, so she rests for a minute then starts again.
***
Meanwhile David and Olivia have arrived at Paul's hotel room.
Paul opens the door and David pushes in, grabs him and pins him against the wall by his shirt.
"Where is she?" he roars.
"I don't know where she is, David, I swear. I would never hurt Maddie," Paul insists.
"I don't believe you, McCain. Maybe it's one of those 'if I can't have her nobody can' scenarios, maybe you didn't do the actual abduction but I know this has something to do with you."
"David, please. Let's try to work together to figure this out. I can't believe it either."
David releases him and walks over to the window.
"I keep thinking she's out there somewhere. She's still alive. If she wasn't I'd know it. But I can't find her. I don't know where to look. God, I never should have let her do this. She should be home with Gracie and A.J. If anything happens to her, what am I supposed to tell them?"
Paul tells his attorney, "Olivia, let's go to your office. All my case material is there. Maybe there's a clue in there somewhere." He turns to David.
"I think you're right, David. This probably has something to do with me."
"Paul, I don't agree. I'm sure this is either a random act or like the police think, a case of getting lost in the woods," Olivia says.
"Olivia, stop acting like my attorney. For once, David and I agree. Let's go."
***
Maddie has been fully awake for over an hour now and has been able to free one of her feet. She's exhausted and dripping with sweat from her struggle, but what keeps her going are David's and her children's faces in her mind.
Suddenly, she hears a door slam. She stops struggling and listens. Soon she hears voices, more than two people she thinks. She wonders if her kidnapper has accomplices or if maybe these are voices of people who can help her. Well, you'll never know unless you try, Maddie.
She struggles to turn her body to the wall and begins kicking it as hard as she can with her free foot.
***
David, Paul and Olivia are in the attorney's office, which also doubles as her residence. It is an old two story house in Incline Village, a small town on the south shore of the lake.
"Maybe we should start with Arthur Boyd's business associates," Paul suggests.
"I don't know. That seems like too much of a stretch to me. Why would any of them want Maddie?" David wonders.
"Maybe like Maddie suggested, they want to frame me. Making her disappear could lead the cops to suspecting me for two murders," Paul concludes.
David flinches when he hears Paul say "murder", but he decides it's as good a place to start as any.
Hearing a distant knocking sound David looks up from the file he is checking.
"Probably woodpeckers," Olivia states.
"Oh. Alright, you get started collecting names, and I'd better check in with the cops." He grabs his cellphone from his pocket and starts pushing buttons. "I can't get this thing to work. Maybe it's all the pine trees. I'm going outside."
He exits the office and sees a staircase leading up to the second floor residence. Maybe if I go a little higher up I can get through he thinks.
He climbs the stairs, noticing the knocking getting louder. It doesn't sound like a woodpecker, it sounds more like someone pounding on a wall.
David's eyes widen as he runs up the stairs and starts opening all the doors.
He sees another staircase at the end of the dark hall leading to an attic. The pounding is getting softer and less frequent as he moves closer.
He opens the attic door and sees Maddie lying on a bed facing the wall, kicking it listlessly with her foot.
She turns around at the sound of the door opening and sees him. She closes her eyes in gratitude to whatever force brought him here.
"mm mm mmmm," she mumbles under her gag. He runs to her, holds her, starts kissing her all over her face, then rips the tape off covering her mouth.
"Ow! Do I have any lips left?" she cries, then "My hero!" He kisses her and hurries to get her free of all the tape with his pocket knife. As soon as her arms are released, she embraces him.
"David, it's Olivia! I smelled her! How did you find me? Where are we?"
"We're in the secret squirrel's hideout, but I think I suspected the wrong squirrel until now."
Come on, I don't have my gun and I'm not sure if she has one, but I don't want to find out. Let's see if we can get out of here without being caught." Then he remembers his phone. He hits 911. "No service. God damn pine trees."
"David, I'm so weak. She drugged me with something. I think you'll need to help me."
He wraps her arms around his neck and starts to lift her off the bed. Maddie's head whips around and she screams.
David turns quickly to see Olivia Chase standing at the attic door with a gun pointed at them.
"Well, answers that question," David says, staring at Olivia's gun.
"Olivia, what the hell?" they hear Paul yelling from behind her.
"Stop!" she screams.
"I don't think she likes me, David," Maddie mutters.
"You think?"
Paul appears in the doorway. "Maddie! Olivia what are you doing?"
Olivia has the gun pointed directly at Maddie's heart as she sobs, "Stay back Paul, I'm an excellent shot. I love you. What is wrong with you? Why can't you see it? Why don't you want me?"
"Olivia, put down the gun. Let's talk about this."
Never taking her eyes or the gun off Maddie, she screams, "No! Why do you want her? She doesn't want you, she wants him. I know. I've watched them making love."
Maddie and David grimace at each other.
"I want to ask you before I kill her, what is it about her? Is it her looks? See, my hair's just like hers now."
"She's not even that pretty. Laura wasn't either. I asked her what kind of hold she had over you before I shot her but she wouldn't tell me." She looks pleadingly at Maddie.
"Oh my God, Olivia you killed Laura?" Paul cries.
"I told you I was an excellent shot. You were supposed to have an alibi that night and the police were supposed to think it was a burglary, but they didn't. I want you Paul. Laura didn't appreciate you. She used to tell me that you weren't a good lover. She said she didn't care about you."
"You're lying! Laura would never say those things," Paul shouts angrily.
"Steady, Paul. She's a little tense right now," David cautions him, holding his hands up in case she loosens up on the gun.
Olivia doesn't even notice what's going on around her now. She forgets about the gun in her hand for a moment and starts waving it between the three of them.
"I wanted you to look at me like you looked at Laura. I thought if she was gone, you would notice me and how much I've always loved you. Then in LA I saw you talking on the phone with her and I saw the same look on your face." She raises the gun at Maddie again.
"Why not me? Why don't you look at me that way, Paul? I love you. But you love her."
"Gee McCain, haven't we played this scene with you before?" David asks calmly.
"Olivia, we can work this out. If you just put down the gun we can talk," Paul begs her.
"Why do you love her and not me?" she shrieks hysterically.
"Boy, she loves you, you love Maddie. I'm feeling a little left out here," David pops up.
"Shut up David. I don't think you're helping the situation," Maddie shushes him.
"Olivia, calm down. This is crazy." Paul is still trying to reason with her.
"She's not crazy. She's just been in a very bad mood for 30 years."
"David knock it off!"
Olivia is getting angry over his mockery and turns the gun on David.
At the split second the gun barrel turns away from Maddie, David lunges for it and he and Paul wrestle her to the floor and take the gun away from her.
"I'm calling the police," Paul mumbles as he looks disgustedly at Olivia lying in a ball on the floor, sobbing.
***
After calling home to the extreme relief of her folks, getting apologies from the police, and giving their statements, Maddie and David check into Harrah's Resort Hotel, where Paul has arranged for them to stay and rest before their trip home tomorrow. They arrive to a bottle of champagne chilling in a silver ice bucket and a huge fruit basket, compliments of Paul. He has also arranged for their luggage to be brought over from the house where they had hoped to be spending a romantic weekend alone. They are in a penthouse suite on the top floor of a four star hotel, but this time they don't check out the view. They both fall on to the king sized bed and fall asleep immediately.
A few hours later, they wake up, take a shower and put on the plush bath robes the hotel gives their VIP guests. We see David, looking clean, rested and relaxed in the living room opening the champagne and munching on some grapes. Faith Hill's Breathe is playing softly in the background.
I can feel the magic floating in the air
being with you gets me that way
I watch the sunlight
dance across your face
and I've
never been this swept away
Maddie exits the bedroom with her hair in a towel, appreciating the way he looks in his robe, and hearing how fitting the lyrics of this song are for them. For a time she just stands there watching him struggle with the champagne cork, and everything they've been through recently begins to settle in. She feels overwhelmed with emotion.
All my thoughts just seem to settle on the breeze
when I'm lying wrapped up in your arms
The whole world just fades away
the only thing I hear
is the beating of your heart
Her eyes begin to tear up. He turns around and sees her watching him.
"Some weekend, huh?" she says as she drops the towel to the floor and walks into his open arms. She places hers inside his robe and wraps them around his waist. They sway quietly for a moment listening to the song.
Caught up in the touch
slow and steady rush
Baby isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
"Yeah, when I said I wanted a little excitement in my life, having you kidnapped by a lunatic really wasn't part of the equation." He kisses the top of her head and closes his eyes. " What's wrong, Maddie? You look like you're going to cry."
"I can't figure out why she didn't just kill me the way she killed Laura."
"You know, this may sound weird, but the way she looked at you and how she had changed her hair and clothes makes me think she wanted to copy you, learn things from you, like how to make a man happy. I get the impression she didn't have much experience in that department," he explains.
"But I'm sure at some point she would have done me in. I just love you and Grace and A.J. so much. When I think about how close we came to losing each other..."
She grips him tightly. "I'm also thinking about Paul. How awful when you're thinking 'happily ever after' with the person you love but then fate has other plans."
"God, I know, honey. I can't stop thinking about what could have happened if the crazy woman's gun had gone off this afternoon. One of us might not be here now." He shudders and takes her chin in his hand, holding her face close to his.
"My life would be over if I lost you."
Tears roll down her cheeks as she smiles up at him. "Hey, don't talk like that. I'm not going anywhere. Although, you have to admit, Paul hit the nail on the head when he said this could all end at any time. It did for him. This little episode has certainly made me appreciate my life more... and my man." She kisses his chest.
"Please don't mention that guy's name again. Twice, he's come into our lives and twice we almost got killed. I don't want to see if three's a charm. Plus, I still think he's got the hots for you."
"David, none of this was his fault. He couldn't help it that Olivia wanted him and killed his wife to get to him. Imagine how that must feel."
"Yeah, I guess. Ok, send him a thank you note for the room and a Christmas card but we're not working on anything for him ever again. If he ever calls us, just give him Lou LaSalle's number."
"We're not working on anything. Who's we, Tarzan?"
He beams at her. "Well, I'm just thinking I don't want those fine investigative skills to go to waste. Any time you want to come back and do something around the office, even part-time, it's ok by me. Just no more murders, crazy women or Paul McCain."
"Are you saying you want to work with me again?" she asks, smiling.
"Maddie, I told you years ago I never get any better than when I'm with you. (That was some conversation in that laundromat.) I'd love to work with you again."
"But what about Gracie and A.J.? And I don't have an office any more."
"Well, I know how you feel about other people raising our kids, so we could look into opening our own Blue Moon Day Care Center down the hall. Isn't there a tax benefit in there somewhere?
And about the office part-- we could share."
"Uh huh, and if we shared an office, how much work would get done, do you think?"
They grin at each other.
The camera pans to the floor where we see two white robes falling on to the carpet.
I can feel the magic floating in the air
being with you gets me that way
I watch the sunlight
dance across your face
and I've
never been this swept away
All my thoughts just seem to settle on the breeze
when I'm lying wrapped up in your arms
The whole world just fades away
the only thing I hear
is the beating of your heart
Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
and suddenly I'm melting into you
there's nothing left to prove
and baby all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
slow and steady rush
Baby isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
In a way I know my heart is waking up
as all the walls come tumbling down
Closer than I've ever felt before and I know
and you know there's no need for words right now...
Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
and suddenly I'm melting into you
there's nothing left to prove
and baby all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
slow and steady rush
Baby isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
***
Epilogue
One week later, we see the Addison's backyard and they are having a pool party with the Violas and Maddie's parents. The children are in the pool slathered in sun screen and under the watchful eyes of six adults.
"So Bert," David asks, "what do you think of our idea?"
"Well, Dave, I think it's great. Maybe we could talk Agnes into coming back too."
"What, and fire our perfectly good receptionist?" Maddie exclaims.
"I don't know guys. I can't really take my eyes off those two. I've got my hands pretty full." Agnes points wearily at her sons attempting to drown each other in the pool.
"Hey, you two, knock it off!" Bert yells at his boys.
He approaches the pool where Mikey and Bert Jr. have arms around each other's necks and are flailing around, red faced and really looking like they might kill each other.
Mikey sees his father coming toward him, lets his brother go and starts splashing Bert furiously with water.
Bert returns to his seat with the grown-ups, drenched from head to toe, and looking totally dejected.
"I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that kid doesn't even like me," he snorts.
Maddie and David look at each other out of the corners of their eyes.
Naaaaaahhhh...
THE END