A/N: I completely agree with Gracie—Nat is evil. LOL Until next time—hey
Nat, update soon, pleeeease—PCGirl.
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"Do you know you and Caleb had me so worried all day yesterday? I'm surprised I didn't drop a tray of drinks on someone. Don't you ever plan a stupid ploy like that without telling me first," spoke Jasmine in a very stern voice but grinning at the same time.
Rafe couldn't help but smile, "I'm sorry—we just realized it was the first step in the plan. We weren't even sure what we were going to say—just let whatever insult we could think of flow."
"Well, for ad libbing they were pretty good insults," she said, still grinning at the elephant comment Caleb had made. "So what is the next step?"
"I have no clue," he laughed as he saw Lucy come in, and he motioned over to the private area, and gave a gesture to Jasmine that they wouldn't need anything.
"What is going on?" asked Lucy, as she watched her cousin pull out some papers and set them down on the table in front of them.
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"Is something bothering you?" asked Ian as he walked up next to Chris. "No, let me guess—Elizabeth wants George to make another appearance soon, and you want to figure out what to wear," he laughed.
"No, this has nothing to do with Elizabeth or George," he said rolling his eyes.
"Then what gives—you've been in deep thought the whole day."
"If you could find out where a person was—and we're talking instantly, skip all the Private Eye mumbo jumbo—would you do it?"
"Depends on the person and the situation. I mean are we talking old friend you've lost touch with, a colleague you need a consultation with, or a long lost love?"
"Try a little bit of all three."
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"I need you to sign these papers. Here and here," he said pointing to the two lines next to where he had already signed.
"Rafe, this is completely Romanian, and I have no idea what I'm signing."
"What it says isn't important."
"No, first you tell me what it says and then I will think about signing."
He took the papers from her hands and looked at them himself. "It's for Kovich Manor—I'm selling it."
"No, you won't—you can't--I won't let you. Rafe this is your home, where you grew up."
"No Lucy, wherever Alison is—that's where my home is now. This place is just a place filled with memories of the past—I'm not dwelling on the past, I'm looking toward the future, my future with the woman I love."
"You are so romantic," she said smiling at him before becoming stern again, "but I'm still not signing."
"Fine, what am I going to do with a place 3,000 miles that is about to crumble into itself? Did you know that Caleb was so scared for Livvie's safety that's why she found the stupid book? When they went to open the front door they barely touched it and it fell into the middle of the foyer."
"We can fix it up, it can be a vacation house—but I won't sell it."
"You have another way for me and Alison to be able to afford a house then?"
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"Who are you talking about Ramsey?"
"Julie Devlin—Christina's mother. I mean I've got this relationship with Elizabeth, and that's all fine and dandy, but some information just came to light and when I heard of this possibility she was the first person I thought of."
"But she only had a few months to live—what two years ago?"
"Yeah, but you know we never heard about her death—never got a notification."
"She was probably all alone, and didn't list a next of kin."
"You don't seem to think this information in interesting in the least, do you?"
"No, not really," grinned Ian.
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"This is why you are doing this? Because you need money for the house? Rafe, why don't you just ask me for it?"
"Because I don't take hand-outs. So will you please sign the papers?"
"No, because I have the perfect solution. Don't say no right away—hear me out ok?"
"Ok," he said giving her a big smile.
"I sold you the warehouse for the gym, correct? Well, what if I were to buy it back from you—you can still keep the gym up and running, don't worry about that. You take the money for the warehouse and put that towards a down payment."
"But we still owe you money for the warehouse."
"That debt is now paid in full. Rafe, please let me do this for you—you are my family, and that means more than anything to me. Please?" she said as she sat there giving him a begging look before he finally gave her his mega- watt smile and gave into her demands.
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"Ian, this is very interesting—let's just say for a second that Eve could be alive."
"But she's not," he said, as his voice raised a bit.
"It's called a hypothetical situation."
"I know what it is, but it's ridiculous to bring up something we know won't happen."
"Fine, let's say—Arianna. Wouldn't you like to know how your ex-wife is doing?"
"Not really," said Ian as he scratched the back of his neck with the edges of his mouth curling up to a smile.
"You really are no help at all."
"Yeah, I know it," he said finally laughing. "So what are you going to do about finding Julie?"
"I'm not sure, but when I figure it out I'll let you know."
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"Do you know you and Caleb had me so worried all day yesterday? I'm surprised I didn't drop a tray of drinks on someone. Don't you ever plan a stupid ploy like that without telling me first," spoke Jasmine in a very stern voice but grinning at the same time.
Rafe couldn't help but smile, "I'm sorry—we just realized it was the first step in the plan. We weren't even sure what we were going to say—just let whatever insult we could think of flow."
"Well, for ad libbing they were pretty good insults," she said, still grinning at the elephant comment Caleb had made. "So what is the next step?"
"I have no clue," he laughed as he saw Lucy come in, and he motioned over to the private area, and gave a gesture to Jasmine that they wouldn't need anything.
"What is going on?" asked Lucy, as she watched her cousin pull out some papers and set them down on the table in front of them.
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"Is something bothering you?" asked Ian as he walked up next to Chris. "No, let me guess—Elizabeth wants George to make another appearance soon, and you want to figure out what to wear," he laughed.
"No, this has nothing to do with Elizabeth or George," he said rolling his eyes.
"Then what gives—you've been in deep thought the whole day."
"If you could find out where a person was—and we're talking instantly, skip all the Private Eye mumbo jumbo—would you do it?"
"Depends on the person and the situation. I mean are we talking old friend you've lost touch with, a colleague you need a consultation with, or a long lost love?"
"Try a little bit of all three."
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"I need you to sign these papers. Here and here," he said pointing to the two lines next to where he had already signed.
"Rafe, this is completely Romanian, and I have no idea what I'm signing."
"What it says isn't important."
"No, first you tell me what it says and then I will think about signing."
He took the papers from her hands and looked at them himself. "It's for Kovich Manor—I'm selling it."
"No, you won't—you can't--I won't let you. Rafe this is your home, where you grew up."
"No Lucy, wherever Alison is—that's where my home is now. This place is just a place filled with memories of the past—I'm not dwelling on the past, I'm looking toward the future, my future with the woman I love."
"You are so romantic," she said smiling at him before becoming stern again, "but I'm still not signing."
"Fine, what am I going to do with a place 3,000 miles that is about to crumble into itself? Did you know that Caleb was so scared for Livvie's safety that's why she found the stupid book? When they went to open the front door they barely touched it and it fell into the middle of the foyer."
"We can fix it up, it can be a vacation house—but I won't sell it."
"You have another way for me and Alison to be able to afford a house then?"
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"Who are you talking about Ramsey?"
"Julie Devlin—Christina's mother. I mean I've got this relationship with Elizabeth, and that's all fine and dandy, but some information just came to light and when I heard of this possibility she was the first person I thought of."
"But she only had a few months to live—what two years ago?"
"Yeah, but you know we never heard about her death—never got a notification."
"She was probably all alone, and didn't list a next of kin."
"You don't seem to think this information in interesting in the least, do you?"
"No, not really," grinned Ian.
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"This is why you are doing this? Because you need money for the house? Rafe, why don't you just ask me for it?"
"Because I don't take hand-outs. So will you please sign the papers?"
"No, because I have the perfect solution. Don't say no right away—hear me out ok?"
"Ok," he said giving her a big smile.
"I sold you the warehouse for the gym, correct? Well, what if I were to buy it back from you—you can still keep the gym up and running, don't worry about that. You take the money for the warehouse and put that towards a down payment."
"But we still owe you money for the warehouse."
"That debt is now paid in full. Rafe, please let me do this for you—you are my family, and that means more than anything to me. Please?" she said as she sat there giving him a begging look before he finally gave her his mega- watt smile and gave into her demands.
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"Ian, this is very interesting—let's just say for a second that Eve could be alive."
"But she's not," he said, as his voice raised a bit.
"It's called a hypothetical situation."
"I know what it is, but it's ridiculous to bring up something we know won't happen."
"Fine, let's say—Arianna. Wouldn't you like to know how your ex-wife is doing?"
"Not really," said Ian as he scratched the back of his neck with the edges of his mouth curling up to a smile.
"You really are no help at all."
"Yeah, I know it," he said finally laughing. "So what are you going to do about finding Julie?"
"I'm not sure, but when I figure it out I'll let you know."
