"What is it, Officer?" Steven asked. The officer pulled out a photo of a woman and showed it to them. Lyda tried to hide her shock. That woman in the picture was she! Steven raised an eyebrow and tried not to look right at Lyda.

"I was wondering if you have seen this woman. Her name is Lyda Perry. She ran away from her home today." The officer then noticed Lyda and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You know, you look a lot like that Perry girl," he noted suspiciously. Lyda's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't go back home. She'd kill herself first.

"Yes, she does, doesn't she," Steven commented. Lyda shot him a 'help me' look. He looked up at her. "Isn't that strange, honey?" he asked brightly.

"Are you?" the officer asked Lyda, still eyeing her. She shook her head, avoided his gaze. Steven, seeing how uncomfortable she was, spoke up.

"Good Heavens, no!" he lied, "This is my wife, Sarah." Lyda blinked in shock that he was actually going along with her. The cop seemed to buy Steven's story.

"Fine then," he said, and put away his photo. He pulled out another of a woman standing next to a man. They both had auburn hair and bright green eyes. "What about her?" he asked, pointing to the woman.

"Who is that?" Steven asked, this time honestly.

"Her name is Shaye Levart," the officer replied, "She also ran away today, but killed her father before doing so." Lyda's eyes widened. Upon looking around the club, she saw a man sitting at a table who looked exactly like the man in the picture.

"Um..." she spoke up, pointing to the man in the picture, "who is that?" The officer glanced down.

"Oh, that is Levart's brother Michael. He was also murdered not too long ago. We suspect that she had something to do with that." Lyda looked back at the man sitting across the room. Something was up, but she was not going to involve herself. If that person was hiding something, and she gave them away, then it would be the same as someone turning her in.

"No, I haven't seen her," Steven told the officer, and turned to Lyda, "Have you?" Lyda shook her head. The officer thanked them and walked away. Lyda looked up at Steven.

"Thank you," she said softly. Steven shrugged, smiling.

"You're welcome," he replied. A new song came on, a slower one. "Would you like to dance? I mean, you are my wife and all." He grinned. Lyda looked up, surprised. She could not help but blush. Steven looked at her anxiously. Lyda smiled, and nodded.

Steven stood up and offered his hand. Lyda took it, and he led her to the dance floor. Once there, he placed one of his hands on her lower back, causing a tingling feeling to rush up Lyda's body. She wrapped one arm loosely around Steven's neck, and put the other in his hand.

Steven started moving Lyda to the slow music, and she rested her head on his shoulder. She inhaled slowly. Steven smelled of soap and something else that seemed to make her want to be closer. Lyda closed her eyes, glad to be there.

Steven looked at the girl in his arms. There was something about her that was different then the other girls he had known. She felt, smelled, and looked different. He could tell she was trouble, but found himself not giving a damn. He just wanted to hold her forever.

Shaye rested her elbows on the table and her head in her hands. Silently, she thanked one of the pilots for taking Barbara away before she had to reply. Normally, it would not be such a big deal, but Shaye noticed that all of the other pilots seemed to be eager to be with a woman. She thought that if she turned down Barbara, they might get suspicious.

"This is so boring," she heard Danny comment from across the table. Shaye looked up, and could not help but smile on the inside at how cute his face was when he was bored. Stop thinking about him, she commanded herself, you cannot afford to become sidetracked.

"Yeah, it is," she agreed, nodding. Danny's face lit up slightly. He did not know that anyone had been listening to him. This pilot seemed cool, even if he was a bit too scrawny.

"Hey Michael," he greeted, "You're a pilot, ain't ya? I mean, ya know about planes an' how they work?" Shaye nodded, not understanding why he was asking her that. She had a pilot's uniform on, didn't she? "Well, I have a plane, an' it's busted. Can ya help me?" Shaye nodded again. It would be something to do.

"I can try," she replied. The two pilots walked out of the building without bothering to let anyone know. Shaye's heart skipped a beat when she glanced over to where an officer was talking to a group of people and she saw the photo of Michael and her that she had thrown across her room before she left. Had her mother turned her in again?

As they walked down the street, Danny told her about how he and Rafe had accidentally flew Rafe's father's crop duster when they were kids. Shaye smiled when she heard about it, trying to imagine Danny as a child. He was probably cute then, too. Aw, hell. She had to stop thinking those thoughts.

"So, what do ya think?" Danny asked. Shaye, deep in thought, spoke without thinking.

"I think that I want to kiss you," she replied and instantly regretted it. Danny stopped quickly and turned to her, a look of confusion and uneasiness. Had he heard her right?

"What?" he asked, staring right at her with those goddamned dark eyes that had gotten her into this mess.

"Danny, there's something I have to tell you," she began, but gave up trying, feeling that she was melting under his gaze. "Oh, what the hell..." she murmured, and leaned forward quickly, kissing a very surprised Danny Walker.