Monday...
Fox walked the through subway. Fox looked at his watch. It was a quarter past three. He still had plenty of time. He didn't need to be in such a rush. He was going to be meeting some friends later that afternnoon for their weekly poker night. They would all be gathering at the home of his best friend from prep school, Dylan Banning. Fox was feeling lucky today. Something about today seemed different from other days. Everything seemed to be going his way. Hopefully the cards would be in his favor tonight and he wouldn't have to call his Father bale him out as usual. He hated calling and begging him for money. In fact, he hated everything about his father. When he got right down to it, he hated everything about the Crane's. The only plus to being a Crane was the money and as Fox had learned the hard way, money couldn't buy you everything. Most importantly it couldn't buy you love.
Fox sliced his way through the crowd. He accidently knocked an older ladies pocketbook off of her shoulder and bent down to pick it up for her, "I'm sorry."
When he turned back in the direction he was headed a beautiful, long haired woman stood in front of him. Fox had never seen anything like her and for once he was at a loss for words.
"Excuse me, but do you know what time it is?" She asked.
"It's going to cost you." Fox smiled.
"Is that a fact?" She returned his smile licking her lips. "What's the price?"
"You're name..."
"Teresa Lopez-Fitzgerald." She held out a hand.
"Wait, I'm not finished."
"Oh, excuse me. Go right ahead."
Fox smiled mischeviously, "Before I was so rudely interrupted I was going to ask for your name, number, and a date with me tomorrow night. Seeing as your name is Teresa, that leaves you with giving me your number and telling me what time I can pick you up tomorrow night."
"Hmm, how do I know you're not some serial killer or something like that? For all I know you could be the next Jeffrey Dauhmer." She crossed her arms playfully in front of her.
He rubbed his hands together. "You do look quite tasty." Fox said eying her petite frame.
She laughed, "Are you always this forward?"
"Only with beautiful woman, and you my dear Teresa are one beautiful lady."
"Seems I'm at a disadvantage here. I don't even know your name yet."
"Fox Crane."
"Crane, huh. Not sure if I'm ready to head back into a relationship with a Crane. That is why I'm here in New York."
"Is that a fact?" He grimmaced. "What's your story?" 'Damn', he thought to himself, just when he thought he had her hooked.
"Well, let's just say I dated Ethan Crane, better known as Ethan Winthrop to the good people of Harmony now. Then I ran off to Bermuda in a last ditch effort to make Julian take him back as his son. He got me drunk and pregnant. Then married me."
Fox frowned, "Ouch!"
"Oh, that's not the best part. I later found out that I was never married to Julian and it was all just one big practical joke."
"Sounds like my father."
"So, you're the new heir they're all talking about?"
"In the flesh."
"You're nothing like I imagined."
"What did you imagine?"
"Honestly, I'm not sure, but you're better than I could have ever imagined."
He grinned devishly, "Now, we're getting somewhere."
"Speaking of going somewhere, look, I've got to be going. I'm meeting some friends from school for dinner." She tried to walk away.
"Hold up! You're not getting off so easily. We had a deal."
She sighed, "I should honestly have my head checked for this, but you seem harmless enough. Besides, it would be nice to talk to someone originally from Harmony."
"Yeah, even though I only spent a few years of my life there."
"Sounds like we've both been screwed over by the Cranes."
He nodded. "You can say that again."
"Tomorrow night?" Teresa asked.
"How about I pick you up at nine?"
"Sounds great." Teresa pulled out a small piece of paper and jotted down her phone number and brief directions to her apartment. "Here's my number and address. Call me if you need help getting there."
Fox looked down at the address. "That won't be a problem, I only live a couple of blocks up from you. You've landed yourself a nice apartment."
She smiled, "No, Crane money landed me a nice apartment. Julian and Rebecca paid me to leave town. What they didn't know was that I was ready to leave. I hated taking their money, but..."
"Why not, seeing as they screwed you over?"
"Exactly."
He grinned, "I think that's why I enjoy wasting away the Crane fortune at gambling."
"We're two of a kind then." She looked at her watch again. "I should get going. See you tomorrow around nine."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Fox walked the through subway. Fox looked at his watch. It was a quarter past three. He still had plenty of time. He didn't need to be in such a rush. He was going to be meeting some friends later that afternnoon for their weekly poker night. They would all be gathering at the home of his best friend from prep school, Dylan Banning. Fox was feeling lucky today. Something about today seemed different from other days. Everything seemed to be going his way. Hopefully the cards would be in his favor tonight and he wouldn't have to call his Father bale him out as usual. He hated calling and begging him for money. In fact, he hated everything about his father. When he got right down to it, he hated everything about the Crane's. The only plus to being a Crane was the money and as Fox had learned the hard way, money couldn't buy you everything. Most importantly it couldn't buy you love.
Fox sliced his way through the crowd. He accidently knocked an older ladies pocketbook off of her shoulder and bent down to pick it up for her, "I'm sorry."
When he turned back in the direction he was headed a beautiful, long haired woman stood in front of him. Fox had never seen anything like her and for once he was at a loss for words.
"Excuse me, but do you know what time it is?" She asked.
"It's going to cost you." Fox smiled.
"Is that a fact?" She returned his smile licking her lips. "What's the price?"
"You're name..."
"Teresa Lopez-Fitzgerald." She held out a hand.
"Wait, I'm not finished."
"Oh, excuse me. Go right ahead."
Fox smiled mischeviously, "Before I was so rudely interrupted I was going to ask for your name, number, and a date with me tomorrow night. Seeing as your name is Teresa, that leaves you with giving me your number and telling me what time I can pick you up tomorrow night."
"Hmm, how do I know you're not some serial killer or something like that? For all I know you could be the next Jeffrey Dauhmer." She crossed her arms playfully in front of her.
He rubbed his hands together. "You do look quite tasty." Fox said eying her petite frame.
She laughed, "Are you always this forward?"
"Only with beautiful woman, and you my dear Teresa are one beautiful lady."
"Seems I'm at a disadvantage here. I don't even know your name yet."
"Fox Crane."
"Crane, huh. Not sure if I'm ready to head back into a relationship with a Crane. That is why I'm here in New York."
"Is that a fact?" He grimmaced. "What's your story?" 'Damn', he thought to himself, just when he thought he had her hooked.
"Well, let's just say I dated Ethan Crane, better known as Ethan Winthrop to the good people of Harmony now. Then I ran off to Bermuda in a last ditch effort to make Julian take him back as his son. He got me drunk and pregnant. Then married me."
Fox frowned, "Ouch!"
"Oh, that's not the best part. I later found out that I was never married to Julian and it was all just one big practical joke."
"Sounds like my father."
"So, you're the new heir they're all talking about?"
"In the flesh."
"You're nothing like I imagined."
"What did you imagine?"
"Honestly, I'm not sure, but you're better than I could have ever imagined."
He grinned devishly, "Now, we're getting somewhere."
"Speaking of going somewhere, look, I've got to be going. I'm meeting some friends from school for dinner." She tried to walk away.
"Hold up! You're not getting off so easily. We had a deal."
She sighed, "I should honestly have my head checked for this, but you seem harmless enough. Besides, it would be nice to talk to someone originally from Harmony."
"Yeah, even though I only spent a few years of my life there."
"Sounds like we've both been screwed over by the Cranes."
He nodded. "You can say that again."
"Tomorrow night?" Teresa asked.
"How about I pick you up at nine?"
"Sounds great." Teresa pulled out a small piece of paper and jotted down her phone number and brief directions to her apartment. "Here's my number and address. Call me if you need help getting there."
Fox looked down at the address. "That won't be a problem, I only live a couple of blocks up from you. You've landed yourself a nice apartment."
She smiled, "No, Crane money landed me a nice apartment. Julian and Rebecca paid me to leave town. What they didn't know was that I was ready to leave. I hated taking their money, but..."
"Why not, seeing as they screwed you over?"
"Exactly."
He grinned, "I think that's why I enjoy wasting away the Crane fortune at gambling."
"We're two of a kind then." She looked at her watch again. "I should get going. See you tomorrow around nine."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."