When she returned home after her shift, Beau was waiting for her in the sofa. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt. He lifted his head from his computer and smiled at her.

"How was your day?"

"Busy," she answered. "Yours?"

"Same. It'll do us both some good to unwind tonight."

She nodded. "I'll go change."

"Perfect. I booked us a table in a half an hour at Caliente's."

"OK. I'll be quick."

She was back down after 10 minutes, wearing a pair of blue jeans and white blouse.

He closed his laptop, placed it on the living room table and stood.

"Let's go."

She headed for the foyer and took her purse as he opened the front door.

Jake and Javy played pool with two girls they had picked up a bit early in the bar. Javy had put an end to what he called his 'recreational activities' with Kiley and was more than happy to move on to the next girl. For Jake, it was a different, he was only going along with the tide even if he kept thinking about Liv.

The girl eagerly put his arms around his neck and rubbed her body against his. She pulled his head down and kissed him avidly.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite doctor," he heard Jeff's voice call from behind the bar.

Still with the girl's tongue in his mouth, his eyes darted toward the bar entrance and connected with Liv's, who was merely standing a few feet away from him. Surprisingly enough, he noticed the hurt in her eyes as she saw him.

He pulled away from the girl and was about to walk over to where Liv was standing when the door opened, and Beau strode in casually.

Javy noticed and stepped in front of Jake. "Not a good idea, brother. Come on, let's get back to the game and the girls."

"Jeff, can we have two Heinekens?" asked Beau as he led Olivia to a table.

As they continued to play their game, he kept shooting discreet glances in the direction of the table where Beau and Liv were sitting.

When the game was over, he handed the cue stick to Javy.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to go to the men's room. You're more than welcomed to chaperone me there."

"I'm only looking out for you. She told you it was over, stop making yourself suffer. I'll set up for a new game."

"Yeah, I'll be right back."

He headed to the men's room going around the opposite side of the bar where Beau and Liv were sitting.

When he had finished and headed back inside the bar area, without meaning to, their eyes locked and once again, everything he felt for her surfaced.

Beau must have noticed her gaze as he turned around in his seat and noticed Jake walking away from the restrooms.

"Lieutenant Seresin," he heard Beau say once he had broken the eye contact and turned his head away.

He knew he didn't have a choice but to acknowledge him. He put on a smile and headed over to the table.

"Good evening, Admiral." He then looked at Liv. "Dr. McKinney."

Hearing him call her so formally was like a punch to the stomach.

"Lieutenant," she simply answered.

"Your orders should arrive in a week, Lieutenant, and you'll be on your way."

"That's good news Admiral."

"That is, if nothing comes up sooner."

"Of course."

His yes drifted back to Olivia, no matter how hard he tried, they were like a magnet, and he couldn't resist the inevitable attraction between them.

Beau looked from Jake to Olivia a couple of times, and she noticed.

"Don't forget to get those stitches removed in a couple of days," desperate to shift the attention to something else.

Beau's eyes darted to the side of Jake's forehead.

"What happened Lieutenant?"

"A bar fight I found myself, unwillingly a victim of Sir. Dr. McKinney was on shift when they brought me into the ER."

"Well, you were lucky," replied Beau.

"Yes, she's an amazing doctor."

"I meant that it was only the forehead. We wouldn't want you to not be able to fly."

Jake nodded and felt the tension growing. He politely wished them a nice evening and returned to the pool table.

What an asshole, he said to himself thinking about Beau. Was there ever a compliment coming out of his mouth when it came to her?

Twenty minutes later, he saw Beau and Liv leave the bar, as he bent over to hit the eight ball in the corner pocket. He peeked at his watch. It was 9 o'clock it was early.

Beau opened the front door and once Olivia was inside, he shut it violently and she jumped.

He hadn't said a word on the drive back from the bar even though she could feel his stare on her.

He headed for the bar, and she watched silently as he poured himself a generous glass of whiskey.

"I'm going to change," she said as she reached the stairs at the bottom of the mezzanine.

He said nothing as he finished his glass in one big gulp.

By the time she had reached the mezzanine, he had served himself a second glass and taken a seat in the sofa.

She was somewhat relieved, hopefully he would pass out in the sofa from the jetlag and the booze.

She changed and put on a spaghetti strap top and shorts. Downstairs things were quiet, which was a good sign. She headed out and stood at the balcony looking out over the infinity pool, garden at the ocean. Fireworks were being shot from the nearest beach and it was a beautiful sight. She couldn't wait for the Fourth of July, it was going to be another amazing celebration.

Beau paced around the living room as he drank his third glass. Something was off… he could feel it in his bones. He remembered the way Jake and Olivia had been looking at each other when he had turned around, and the way they had when Beau had called him over to their table. He closed his eyes, trying to analyze what he had missed. Even if things were clouded due to the alcohol slowly seeping through his body, he was a smart man.

His eyes shot open… yeah, he knew that kind of look and he didn't like it one bit. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey, topped up what was already in it, so that it was full. He brought the glass to his lips, put his head back slightly and chugged it, before placing the empty glass on the living room table.

She jumped upon feeling him behind her and placing his hands on each side of hers on the railing. She could smell the whiskey in his breath.

"Was it good?"

"The steak was a bit overcooked, but that's OK."

"That's not what I meant," she heard him answer. There was something in his tone of voice that made her tick.

She said nothing.

He lowered his head and placed his mouth right next to her ear.

"Was it good? When you and Jake fucked?"

She bent and passed under his arm and headed back inside the bedroom.

His right hand gripped around her left wrist, and he yanked it so hard toward him that she couldn't prevent her body from turning so that she was facing him.

"I asked you a question."

His eyes grew dark and mean.

"Answer me god damnit!" he yelled at her enraged as he tightened his hold on her.

"He didn't fuck me. That's your specialty. You don't love me."

Before she even had time to realize what was coming her way, she felt the sting as the back of his hand flung across her face.

He grabbed her violently and threw her on the bed as he towered over her.

He pointed to the bed. "What here?" He then pointed toward the bathroom. "In the shower!? You slut!"

She backed up on the bed then quickly shifted so that she could get off and head for the door, but he was quicker than she was.

He grabbed her forcefully by the hair and pinned her, facing him, against the door. His strength was nothing compared to what he had displayed ever before.

The adrenaline started to spread throughout her body. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away from her and fumbled with the doorknob, but the door wouldn't open. As she realized that he had locked it and went to unlock it, he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pinning her arms against her stomach, and pulled her away from it.

He carried her to the bed and dropped her down on it on her stomach, her legs dangling off and feet resting on the hardwood floor. His weight on her back prevented her from freeing her arms from between the mattress and her body.

One of his hands pushed her head further in the mattress, painfully, as she heard that all too familiar sound, the one she had heard the night before, a zipper. She tried to free herself as she felt his weight shift slightly off her, to lower his jeans and briefs, but the hand he had on her head slid on the back of her neck and he tightened his hold on it. She knew he had the strength to snap it if she even dared to move.

His full weight back on her, he struggled a bit with her shorts, even though they were large and flowing. She heard him grunt aggravated. He continued tugging and pulling on the sides, but she knew full well, he couldn't do much with her in that position.

"You're mine, you got that!? And I'm going to make sure you never forget!"

She felt it hard and throbbing on her butt cheek, and she panicked, he had found another way to hurt her even more. No! she said to herself. No! Liv, fight him, do something!

"Is that what you told Halo?"

She felt him stiffen then he must have stood because she couldn't feel him on her anymore nor his hand around the back of her neck.

She heard fumbling as she slowly turned around, then the sound of his zipper. Without looking at him, she gave a sigh of relief. It had brought him back to his senses.

She couldn't have been more wrong.