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"Wake up," a voice interrupted Georgie's sleep. She groaned and rubbing her eyes she rolled over to find Dillon.

"Why?" she whispered.

"I want to show you something, come on get up," he tugged on her hand, and she half-willingly allowed herself to be pulled from her soft bed and down the hallway to the back porch.

They had been away for exactly one week and with each day that past, she felt better and better.

When she stepped onto the porch, she felt the rain hit her face. Annoyed, she stepped back inside the doorway and turned to him.

"You got me up to show me the rain?" she narrowed her eyes at him "What am I missing here?"

"We're going out in the rain," he took her hand, pulling her outside and down the porch staircase, onto the beach.

"What is going on Dillon? Do you have a fever or something?" she yelled over the crashing waves.

Suddenly, he stopped in the middle of the beach, inches away from the ocean water, and turned to face her.

She raised an eyebrow in confusion. This better be good.

"Dance with me."

"What?"

"I want you to dance with me."

"In the rain?" she surveyed her surroundings.

"Yes," he reached for her hand and wrapped her arm around his neck. Her nightgown blew around her as the warm wind picked up and the rain fell a little harder.

"You have lost your mind," she laughed, looking up at her husband.

"I've always wanted to do this with you."

"What movie is this from?" she questioned with a smirk.

"Nothing," he shook his head "Just mine and yours."

"You never cease to amaze me, Mr. Quartermaine," she kidded, before he kissed her, the rain running down both of their faces.

"You know something Mrs. Quartermaine," he said matter of factly, as he spun her around "I was born to kiss you."

"Oh," she nodded with a smile "Well, I was born to kiss you back."

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Maxie carefully folded her clean laundry into the basket before she headed to the bedroom to put it away. Dillon had insisted she stay in the penthouse, with the guards to protect her just in case. They had called her a couple of times. Georgie was all giddy and love-struck, just like when they had been teenagers. Dillon seemed at peace for the first time since that night. Maxie hated the words envy and jealousy, they sounded so bad, but that was how she felt about them every now and then. They were happy, and thank God for Leo, everything would hopefully stay that way. While she would never wish anything bad upon her sister and brother-in-law, she couldn't help but wish that she had inherited some of their happiness.

"Ms. Jones?"

"Yes?" Maxie called out to Jimmy.

"Ryan is here to see you."

Maxie let out a deep sigh. Didn't Dillon's accountant know that they were away? Surely Dillon had told him. That last thing she needed was to attempt to make conversation with someone she barely even knew.

"Let him in."

Ryan came through the front door with a large suitcase.

"Um?" Maxie raised an eyebrow "What's with the bag?"

"Oh, didn't Dillon tell you? He asked me to come here for a few days, help get some of his accounts in order, he told me I could stay here in the other guestroom. He said you wouldn't mind."

"Oh," Maxie was taken aback and more than a little irritated. Dillon was going to pay for this one. She liked being alone.

"If that's not all right, I'll be more than happy to get a hotel."

"No," she interrupted him. Even though she wanted that more than anything, she wasn't going to be rude.

"All right," he stood there for a second, looking around the room.

"Oh, it's um down the hall, second door on the right," Maxie pointed it out and he disappeared from view.

She quickly picked up the phone and before long she was connected.

"Dillon? What in the hell is your accountant doing here?"

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"Was she mad?" Georgie asked, sitting at the breakfast table, when Dillon hung up.

"Oh yeah," he laughed.

"I told you that you should have told her about it," Georgie shook her head taking a bite of her grapefruit "She's doesn't like surprises."

"Hey, it might be good for her," Dillon shrugged, returning to his seat across from her "Who knows, they might end up liking each other."

Georgie narrowed her eyes at her husband.

"Are you trying to play matchmaker?"

"No, I'm just saying that they might get along, that's all."

"Dillon, Ryan is all business, and Maxie is very far from that," she shook her head "We'll be lucky if they're both still there when we get home."

"Well, let's not worry about it right now," he insisted, collecting his dishes and putting them in the sink "Let's go outside."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Georgie shook her head. She had been fighting her morning sickness, barely able to stomach her grapefruit and toast.

"Ok, how about a movie?"

Georgie nodded. She didn't really feel like that either, but Dillon wanted to make this trip fun for her and she hated to disappoint him. Besides, by lunchtime the nausea would pass and she'd feel like going out on the beach again.

"Ok, what will it be?" he came up behind her and lifted her out of the chair, carrying her into the living room.

"Hm," she thought it over.

"Don't say it," he kidded her.

"Dirty Dancing."

"Georgie," he whined. He wasn't sure he could even count the number of times over the years they had watched that movie together.

"Oh come on, I'm sick," she pouted.

With little resistance, Dillon sat her down on the couch and put in the dvd.

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Dillon kissed the top of Georgie's head as she lay beside him on the couch. She had fallen asleep about halfway through the movie. He carefully moved her head off his shoulder and lay her down on the couch.

Going into the kitchen, he loaded their dishes into the washer and then walked onto the back porch, looking out onto the beach.

When he was a kid, growing up in hotels all around the world with his mother, he had dreamed of a life like this. Well, murder and cover-up excluded. Granted, he never thought of himself as the mobster type, that was for the movies but he had wanted a good life for himself. A stable income, that didn't come from the Quartermaines, a marriage to the only woman he ever loved and he had wanted to feel important.

"Dillon?" he heard Georgie's sleep voice beckon to him from the back door "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he shook his head, walking toward her.

"We didn't finish the movie," she grinned "Come on."

He sighed, pretending to be annoyed, and allowed her to grab his hand and pull him back inside.

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Maxie pulled herself out of bed the next morning and stumbled down the hallway. She was due to work at the clinic in an hour and she had to find something for breakfast. Just as she walked into the kitchen, she saw Ryan. He was standing over the stove stirring eggs in a frying pan.

"Just in time," he glanced up at her "I'm making breakfast before I get started on the accounts."

"You cook?" Maxie furrowed her brow.

"Of course, while I think hotel food is all well and good, it doesn't get tiring after a while."

"You stay in hotels a lot?" Maxie asked, as she sat down at the bar in the kitchen.

"Yes, work related of course," he smiled "I travel a lot. What do you do?"

"Oh, I'm a receptionist at the Port Charles Cancer Facility."

"Oh, so you work with Georgie."

"Yeah, she helped get me the job," Maxie nodded "So how long have you known Dillon?"

"Ever since he moved to New York City," Ryan evenly divided the eggs onto two plates and went to get the toast out of the toaster.

"Do you ever get scared?"

"About what?"

"Well, Dillon's job, it can be dangerous."

"No more than any other business," Ryan joked "Any businessman will kill occasionally to get a profit."

Maxie's eyes widened.

"I'm kidding," he smiled at her, sitting the plate in front of her.

"Thanks," she eagerly began eating it; she was going to be late.

"How is it?" he sat down beside her "How did I do?"

"It's good," she nodded.

Ryan smiled as he watched her. She was very beautiful, definitely not in his league but beautiful none the less.





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