"Ok, will you tell me about this road to nowhere?"
"Well." She began. "You can only find it on a motorcycle speeding so fast you can't even hear your own thoughts. It was our escape from everything. One night......."
He watched her face light up as she spoke of riding his motorcycle. "You really like my bike don't you." He asked. He was confused when she began laughing so hard her eyes were tearing up. He loved the sound. She had seemed so sad when she came to see him last time and he loved to see her happy. "What?"
"It's just." She started trying to compose herself. "You always teased me that I was using you for your bike."
"Were you?" He asked smiling at her.
"Maybe." She said mischievously.
"We'll have to go on a ride when I get out of here."
"I knew there was a reason I was visiting you." She said jokingly.
He studied her. She was beautiful. They got along great and had this connection he couldn't explain. He was defiantly attracted to her. He wondered were they ever more than friends, and if not, why? Why the hell had he married the annoying blonde? He glanced at her hands and saw no rings on her fingers. He tried to ask Sonny and Carly about their relationship but, they avoided the questions saying it was complicated and that he should ask Liz. "When I woke up you said you were just a friend." he said.
She nodded suddenly uncomfortable. She had been telling him about there friendship but didn't really know how to explain their 'relationship' or lack there of.
"Were we ever more than friends?" He asked.
"It's complicated." She answered.
"Why? I mean did we date or our we dating now. I know I'm married but Carly said I was in the middle of a divorce."
"I guess you could say we were never just friends." She answered.
"Did I, I mean do I, were we in love?" He asked.
"We .. I... I have to go." She got up and rushed from the room fleeing the questions she knew would come. All the details she wanted to avoid. Rick, Courtney, Zander, Carly, Sonny's 'death', and everything else. She realized she was acting like a child. She should just go back and finish the conversation. She started back thinking of what to say. Should she tell him they were in love? He did say he loved her, but they were in a burning building at the time. If she told him would he feel sorry for her and only want to be with her out of pity. If he never regained his memory and she wanted to start over with him would they be able to after she told him the truth? She finally made it back to his door. She walked in and he looked up surprised she came back.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." He said.
"It's not your fault. I just was caught of guard. I shouldn't have run out like that."
"It's ok. I'm glad you came back."
