A Few Stolen Moments

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The sound of evening slippers scraped the corridor carpet. Chloe hurried through the hallway, searching for Brady. A group of security guards approached Chloe.

S.G: Excuse me, we are looking for the young man who crashed the party. Have you seen him?

Chloe: You mean, Phillip Kiriakis? Um yes, he's out on the terrace.

S.G: Thanks for the tip.

Chloe: (smiling) No problem.

Nancy snuggled close to Craig.

Craig: You're having a good time?

Nancy:(cooing) Oh yeah, Craig. Who wouldn't be in heaven, wrapped in the arms of the handsomest man in Salem.

Craig: Only in Salem?

Nancy: No, not only in Salem. The handsomest man in the world. The handsomest man in the present, the past, and the future.

C: So you're not thinking of Colin Murphy?

N:(sighing) Oh no. Colin Murphy looks like a pile of dirty laundry compared to you.

C: I'm glad to hear it. And you, my dear, outshine every woman at this party. Tonight, you are more beautiful than any woman on their best day. You're my sexy red-head.

N:(giggling) Oh, Craig.

Nancy's giggles get louder as Craig kisses her neck.

N: Craig, cut it out. People will think that we're putting on a show. Let's find a dark corner or a...

C: Dark room...

N:(cooing) Now you're talking. And do what we do best.

Craig's beeper goes off.

C: Sorry hon, I have to take this. Why don't you use this time to scout for the perfect spot for our rendezvous.

N: Oh I will, Dr. Wesley.

Craig begins to walk away, but stops. He turns around and creeps up behind Nancy.

C:(whispering) Did I tell you that you make Elizabeth look like a 2001 Christmas tree...in 2006?

N:(smiling) No, but better late than never.

Craig kissed Nancy's neck and left the parlor. Nancy smiled to herself and walked toward the foyer. Chloe approached her.

Ch: Nancy, have you seen Brady?

N: No, I haven't seen him since Phillip crashed the party. Do you think that Brady went after him?

Ch: No, he wouldn't do that. Besides... Nancy, can I talk to you, privately?

N: Sure, sweetie.

Nancy grabbed Chloe's hand and led her down a corridor. She knocked on a door. No one answered, so they entered the room. The room was the study, saturated with books and histories. Nancy sat on the couch and Chloe sat next to her.

N: Okay, Chloe. What happened? What did Phillip do this time?

Chloe took a deep breath.

Ch: He didn't do anything, directly. It's just that tonight... Brady told me how he feels, or rather, how he felt about me.

-End of A Few Stolen Moments-