"Deceit?" Tad said. "That's a little harsh, don't you think?"

"It's the same thing with both of you," Greenlee yelled. "It's like telling me the truth would kill you. What is it that you don't think I could handle?"

"Will you keep your voice down."

"It was Jake, wasn't it? He put you up to this... to...to keeping his little secret."

"He didn't put me up to anything..."

"Liar! You're a liar, Tad."

"Where do you get off?" Tad asked. "don't you realize that I'm on your side? I'm just as worried as you are."

"You talked to him. Now tell me. Do we have a reason to be worried?" Tad was silent, but Greenlee knew the answer. "What is it that Jake has under control?"

"Don't make me do this, Greenlee," Tad pleaded with her. "You can't expect me to do this."

"No, I guess I can't," Greenlee said sarcastically. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"Greenlee," Tad began, "You don't get it."

"No, I don't get it, Tad. Why don't you explain it to me? Help me 'get it'."

"I want to... I really wish I could, but... talk to Jake. You need to talk to him."

"I know that and you...know that, but Jake would rather just keep his distance from whatever this is."

"Greenlee, what did the hospital tell you when you went in this morning?"

"Like you care," she paused. "Tad was not amused with her attitude. "They told me that he didn't get in yet."

"What time was that?"

"About nine o'clock. What difference does that make?"

"Maybe he was running late, or stopped for a cup of coffee."

"Jake is never... Why am I arguing with you? You know what's going on and you're just not saying anything. You're just as much involved with this as he is," Greenlee paused. "You're covering for him."

"I'm not."

"Do I know her, Tad?"

"Know who? What are you talking about?"

"This other girl, the one Jake's got on the side. I know how it is, I've been there before. He's had enough of me, he's moving on."

"It's not like that. Jake would never..."

"Who is she?"



Jake and David stood in the doorway, silent. David was reluctant to step aside, but eventually did, allowing Jake to enter.

"Well tell me, Dr. Martin," David asked. "To what do I owe the great pleasure of your visit?"

Jake couldn't stand David Hayward. Everything about the doctor made him quiver. He still didn't know how much trust he could put in David. "Maybe this was a bad idea," Jake said.

"Don't be shy, Jake," David said, moving to block the door so Jake couldn't leave. "You need me to help you?"

Jake couldn't figure out David's angle. What did he want? His help wouldn't be free, and Jake didn't want to think of what he might have to pay for it.

"You're the person to talk to about the heart," Jake said.

"Oh," David said, moving back further into the cabin. You need medical advice. I'm no longer employed in Pine Valley if I remember correctly. I can't help you."

"Wait," Jake pleaded. "I don't need your medical advice. I need your medical help."

"You?!" David exclaimed. "The great Jake Martin, who's family is full of doctors and nurses?" David could see that Jake was serious. "What exactly is your problem?" David asked him, almost uninterested.

"Have you ever seen dilated cardiomyopathy?"

"That's a rare condition. Sure, I've seen it."

"I need you to treat it."

"In who? Who's the patient?"

Jake paused before he spoke. "I am."

"You," David was shocked. "You want me to treat you?"

"Will you?" Jake asked him seriously.

"David thought for a moment. "What's in this for me?" he asked.

"Name it."