"I'm sorry, Scarlett. I never thought that I would see you again after your work was done at Fort Bragg. I just told Conrad some stories that I had envisioned you and I playing out," he said as he dodged another incoming fist. He grabbed her arm and held it tightly. "You ought to not be beating on me like this. It could cause some rumors to start floating around," Falcon warned.
She wrenched her arm out of his grasp. "Enjoy this while you can. You have no idea what you just did."
Falcon backed away from her to give him ample reaction room if he needed to dodge her anger again. "Look, Feisty, Duke is not going to care about the stories I told him. He is involved with some hot chick and doesn't pay the three of you ladies here any mind. I don't know why he got so abruptly pissed earlier but don't kid yourself, sister. My brother is so smitten over some girl that he'll forget about you and I, and things will be back to normal before too long."
Scarlett looked at him with pure hatred in her eyes. "You have no idea do you? Well, for your information, I would be that 'hot chick' that Conrad is so smitten over and thanks to you, it just went up in flames." Her voice was ragged and rough, and she struggled to keep her emotions and tears at bay.
Falcon's eyes got big. "You...you are Conrad's girlfriend. Oh my God! I never knew," he stammered as he backed further away from her.
Scarlett stayed rooted to the place where she was standing. She couldn't move, even if she wanted too. It took all the strength she could muster to stay upright and in control. Falcon's revelation of her and Duke's relationship only stung deeper.
Falcon continued, "I'm so sorry. I never thought that he would ever cross paths with you, and so I figured some little daydreams from me that I shared with him would not hurt anybody. Honest, I didn't mean any harm. God!" He smacked his head with the palm of his hand. He had not only screwed up his life, but this time he screwed up his brother's and a fellow teammate's life.
Trying to regain some self-esteem, she replied, "I don't even want to know what you told him. My imagination is in overdrive right now anyway. How could you? You lied, Vincent, and more importantly, how are you going to fix it?" She asked him outright.
"I don't know, but I'll think of a way and talk to Duke myself. I'll make it right, don't worry," he answered her, not sure if he just got a reprieve from her temper or issued a death sentence from his brother once the truth came out.
"That does worry me. If my memory serves me right, you screwed up more things than you ever fixed, but I'm letting you handle this. You lied; now you can face Duke's wrath," she revealed as she turned around and left the room.
Only time would tell if Falcon could correct his falsehoods. Once the ashes were sifted through, would that spark be rekindled or would it smolder and extinguish itself?