A/N: Here's one—I'll put up 42 soon, just because I finally can. LOL. Until then—PCGirl.

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"If you love me so much, why didn't you tell me where you were going?"

"Because—it was something I had to do myself Elizabeth. It was like when you went to London, it wasn't my business to go with you, it was only when I found out you felt you couldn't come back to me that I went. And I'm hoping that you would do the same thing if it were me—pull me back to reality."

"I—wow, I feel like such an ass now."

"Good," he grinned as he sat down next to her on the couch. He took the letter from her and began to read it out loud, "Chris, I'm writing this not from beyond the grave, but my living room outside of Chicago at 2 am. I survived, but you always knew I was a survivor—and so are you. I'm hoping you took my previous advice and found someone who understands you like I do. You deserve to have happiness Chris—and part of the happiness I have now is because of you. Thank you for all you've done.

Love,

Julie

PS. Another reason for my happiness is enclosed—ask Lucy for an explanation.

"So what was it that made you think I had another wife from that letter?" he asked, taking the picture of Daniel and her in his hand and looking at it.

"I said before that I had overreacted, ok? I don't know the story behind Julie, but I guess I thought you were still in love with her."

"Well, would you like for me to tell you about her?"

"Sure, if you want."

"Julie and I married for one reason, and one reason only—so I didn't have to testify against her in the murder trial."

"Murder?"

"Oh yeah, she was brainwashed into killing people like they were described in Kevin's novel, but that doesn't matter—so I married her, and then—well things grew from there. When she took Christina and left me here, I thought my heart would never love again, and it didn't, until you. You healed me Elizabeth," he said pulling her in and kissing the top of her head. "So what were you doing originally in my office?"

"Oh—I completely forgot to tell you about my plan."

"Your plan?"

"Yeah, I was thinking of becoming a full time, fashion designer," she smiled.

"Oh no, no no and NO!"

"Don't worry, you won't have to try and promote these as George, I'm going to promote the line myself."

"And what type of line would that be?"

"Children's—well at first just baby clothes and then as the twins grow up we'll get into older children's clothes. I've been looking for outfits for them, and just don't like a lot of the stuff I'm seeing."

"You could have surprised me since I saw your Wyndham's credit card bill for last month."

"Hush. Anyways, I thought that since I seemed to have an eye for design with workout clothes I may try my hand at children's also. It'd make me feel like I'm making it up to Alison also. So what do you think?"

"I think as long as I don't have to do any promotional stunts then I'm fine with the idea."

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"So are you going to be ok on your own?" asked Lucy.

"Oh yeah, I'll be fine. I mean it's just for a little bit until we get everything straight."

"You know if you want to move there to be with her, I'm sure we can explain it to Christina why you have to leave."

"Don't worry, Lucy—I'm not leaving you or Christina."

"No, you wouldn't dream of doing that, right Dr. Collins?" said Ian.

"Hey," smiled Lucy as she went to give him a kiss, but he kept looking at Kevin.

"Christina is my daughter, and I want to be here for her for as long as possible—and the same with Livvie."

"Right," he said finally looking at Lucy, "So what are you here for?"

"Oh me? Elizabeth wanted to meet me here—she was thinking of doing a children's clothing line and wanted me to help her out a bit."

"Are you going to join her? I mean you still have those sketches and stuff from the Serena line, right?" asked Kevin.

"I didn't think about it, but I might. Have you seen Elizabeth around?" she asked looking at Ian.

"I think I saw her slip into Chris' office earlier. Why don't I walk you over there?"

"Thanks," she said as she turned to smile at Kevin and leave.

"So what was Kevin talking about before?" asked Ian.

"Oh, Cindy got this promotion in Houston, and we were discussing whether he would move there to be with her."

"Maybe that would be a good thing."

"I suppose," she shrugged. "Listen, I was thinking—how about if I were to drop the kids off with someone tonight and we have the evening to ourselves. Hmmm?"

"Actually, I can't—I promised to work a double shift. But maybe tomorrow night, ok?"

"Alright. Well, I'll see you sometime tomorrow then?" she said as he gave her a smile and left.

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"What did you just ask, Jasmine?" asked Jack as he looked at her and then Frank for some help.

"I heard you say something was worth giving a shot because someone was cute—who is it?"

"It's, ugh, well."

"Hey, I bet there is a customer out there that probably needs help—you two take a few minutes to chat, I can handle it—I promise," grinned Frank as he left.

"So who were you talking about?" said Jasmine, now having a hand on a hip and a slight smile on her face.

"Oh—nobody specific," he said as he began to look around for something to do.

"Ok, because I was wanting to tell you something I've been wanting to say for awhile now," she said as she began to walk closer and watched him backing up straight into the coats and watched him get tangled inside them and they all fell to the floor. "Why are you so jumpy Jack?"

"I guess I'm just embarrassed that you heard what I said. That's all," he said as he watched her leaned down to pick up the coats.

"No reason to be embarrassed, unless I knew who the girl was," she said looking up at him and smiling. "Can you help me up?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said pulling her up and she came directly against him. "So what was it you came back here for in the first place?"

"No reason really," she said as she pulled his head towards her and gave him a deep kiss before pulling away and walking back into the bar.

He just stood there in shock for a minute, still tasting her kiss before it dawned on him what had just happened and ran out to the bar, "Jasmine--." He said not seeing her around. "Where did she go?" he said looking at Frank.

"Out the door I think."

"Great," he said running around and out the door. He saw her sitting on the bench, "Hey—what are you doing out here?"

"I had to get out of there. Listen, I'm sorry for what I did earlier, and teasing you like that. You are my boss, and I shouldn't have done that."

"Well, hmmm," he said walking back and forth in front of her like he was in a deep concentration. "There's only one thing to do now Jasmine."

"What?" she said looking up at him.

"This," he said grabbing her hand and pulling her up off the bench and against him again as he pulled her into a kiss.