After tucking the children into bed, Theresa collapsed on her own bed with a huge grin appearing across her face. She had found the solution to her problem, but now she needed to make sure it would all come together. 'Dylan,' she thought as the grin on her face grew even wider. The memories in her mind seemed to race whenever she thought of him. It had been so long since she last saw him and the way things turned out between them made Theresa wonder if he would even help her. As she searched her room for his phone number she recalled that one cold and lonely January night.

A layer of light snow had fallen, completely covering every inch of the ground. The cold, crisp January wind blew, sweeping through the tree branches as the sun began to set early, leaving a sky full of warm and friendly pinks and gold as the sun drew to an end for the night. The pace at which the snowflakes fell began to speed up a bit as the size of them did as well. The moon was almost full and as the night drew closer, love or something like it could be heard floating through the air.

With watchful eyes he sat studying her every move, watching her hips sway from side to side as she sensually slid her tongue along her lips, making them moist. There was no need to tell either of them what kind of effect they made on each other. Each of them possessed a certain something that drove the other crazy from sexual tension.

They had the chance to give in to the attraction that was between them both. Fox was off to London on another one of his business trips. Theresa found Fox traveling more and more these days and with him not around her the spot beside her at night became quite lonely. Too lonely for Theresa's liking.

She dragged her finger playfully along the marble counter top as she walked past him with her swaying hips, giving him a wink and wicked smile as well while looking like the devil herself. He wouldn't let her get away that easy though. He grabbed a hold of her hand and quickly spun her around so she was facing him directly in the eyes. She stared up into his green eyes as he looked down into her big, brown eyes. An instant connection between them made it seem as though they were old friends and that their souls were roaming this earth in different bodies. At last they had found each other, even if it was just for that one night.

"We can't do this," Dylan said moving closer, craving her voluptuous lips just to touch his. "You're married," he reminded her half carelessly. Married women were not exactly Dylan Banning's type, but she...she was too perfect to pass up getting to know.

"And you're his best friend," she smiled, turning her back to him, as her brow arose. She took control and wrapped his muscular arms around her petite waist. They were only inches apart and she could feel him breathing down the back of her neck. She wanted nothing more for him to take her into the bedroom. It had been so long since she last ached so much for someone's touch. How could he or any man in their right mind deny her of that?

With her heart fluttering wildly, she grabbed his face in her hands and began to stroke his mouth to ecstasy. Her moans managed to escape her mouth as her tongue caressed his, invoking emotions that neither one of them knew existed. Theresa moved forward, pushing him to the floor, as their tongues continued to explore one another's mouth. Dylan laid on top of the hard, cold wooden floor as her petite figure found refuge on him.

"Wait..." he said breathlessly as he pulled his lips away from her. It almost seemed sinful for him to do such a thing. Theresa looked at him with wonder and awe as she tried to figure out what his next actions would be. His fingers moved upwards to her shirt. He tucked his fingers underneath her shirt as he gently began to pull it over her head. She slid each strap down each shoulder, doing it slowly to drive him even more crazy. She leaned forward as her voluptuous breasts were revealed before his eye for the first time. With Fox she had felt somewhat shy, but with Dylan it didn't matter.

They expected to have some kind of an interruption, but not one so soon. As Dylan slipped out from his shirt the phone on the end table rang. Theresa groaned as she picked herself up and answered the phone.

"Hello," she said half out of breath.

"Theresa, honey, I'm calling to let you know our plane is about to land," Fox said as he gazed down at a picture of Theresa. He longed to see her face, to kiss her lips. It had been a little over three weeks since he last saw her and the distance between them was now taking a toll on him.

"Really?" she smiled as Dylan sensually placed kisses along her neck. Fox and Dylan were exact opposites when it came to making love. Dylan made Theresa feel so worthy. She felt like a queen with him, where as with Fox she felt like his whore. When he wanted it, she gave it to him unquestioningly. That's not real love and Theresa new it, but still she went along with it. After all she had taken a vow.

"I miss you," he said, "I can't wait until Monday. I just want to hold you in my arms and never let you go."

"I miss you too, baby. Listen I've got to go. I hear Little Ethan calling me. I'll talk to you real soon. Bye," and before Fox had a chance to say anything else she had hung up. Turning her attention to Dylan once more she asked, "Now where were we?"

I woke up today in London As the plane was touching down And all I could think about was monday And maybe ill be back around

Monday. It was the only day that seemed to matter to Fox very much. After waiting over three weeks to see her, the wait would finally be over on Monday. 'Just 4 more days,' he thought with excitement. He promised while sitting through one of many boring business meetings that the first thing he was going to do when he got home was hold her in his arms. Fox knew Theresa had her own suspicions as to what Fox was really up to. He only wished that Alistair would permit him to bring her along with him.

'No wives are allowed on business trips,' he explained to Fox quite clearly soon after he and Theresa were married.

Since Alistair didn't allow it, Fox didn't know how to prove his loyalty to her. He wanted her to trust him fully, but he even admitted that in his case it seemed hard to do.

If this keeps me away much longer I dont know what i will do You've got to understand its a hard life That im going through

Fox glanced up at the sky, and as one star seemed to stick out for him he said softly to himself, "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish, I wish tonight..." Fox paused for a moment. He didn't need to wish for anything material, the Cranes had plenty of money to satisfy him in that area, but the one thing the Cranes couldn't prevent was something happening to prevent him staying away from home any longer. Fox was exhausted physically and mentally from his long trip. The only thing he wanted to do was go home. He wasn't sure what he would do if he had to stay away any longer. He did consider leaving CI. He knew it was taking a toll on him and his marriage, but he also knew that he was trying to be somebody. He wanted people to know him not just as a Crane heir but something more. But still...he wanted to be with his wife more often.

Theresa understood that Fox was needed away from home at times, but what she didn't understand was why she couldn't go with him. There were so many aspects about Fox's job that she didn't understand. She wanted to understand, so that she could be there to support him, but she was constantly being left in the dark.

And when the night falls in around me I dont think ill make it through Ill use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you

As Fox collapsed in the first seat he saw in his hotel room, he pulled out the picture of Theresa that he had. The picture was becoming faded and the paper was worn out. Fox had taken that picture with him everywhere he traveled. If she couldn't be there in person, she would be there with him in some way. He studied the photo carefully of her, that way he could picture every strand of hair, every inch of her face while he slept. The nights were the hardest for him. It was always then when he considered leaving CI the most. He loved the power which came with the job, but he wasn't sure how much more of this he could handle.

Well L.A is getting kinda crazy And New York is getting kinda cold I keep my head from geting lazy I just cant wait to get back home

No matter where Fox traveled to it wasn't home. They could easily have become his home, but there was one thing that none of the cities or countries he went to had...and that was her. Fox was sick of traveling, he was actually growing to despise it. He had been anxiously counting down the days until he would return. Getting home as all he seemed to think about.

And all these days I spend away Ill make up for this I swear I need your love to hold me up When its all too much to bear

Fox thought about the different ways in which he could make this up to Theresa. Material things he knew was not the way to go. What he needed was time alone with her. He found that impossible though with Alistair breathing down his neck every moment. Theresa had been there always for him, no matter how he may have hurt her.

And when the night falls in around me I dont think ill make it through Ill use your light to guide the way Cause all I think about is you

Fox climbed into bed. It was not his own, but still Theresa would be with him. Before turning off the lights, Fox kissed Theresa's picture and laid it beside him on a pillow, which laid on the side that Theresa always slept on. "Good night, Theresa," he said turning out the lights.

Theresa's fingers trembled with fear as she dialed the old familiar number. She hadn't been so nervous in a long time. This phone call held her future and everything would work out just fine as long as he agreed to help her.

"Hello?" she heard a deep, familiar voice say.

Theresa sat blankly staring down at the phone. What was she doing? Could she possibly be doing this? She snapped back once realizing that this was her only hope. "Dylan?"

"Yes, whose this?" he asked as he ran his fingers through his golden brown locks of hair.

"It's me...Theresa."

"Theresa," he said startled a bit. She had his attention though. He wondered what she could possibly want of him. Things had been so awkward between them towards the end of their affair. She broke his heart, making it almost impossible for him to ever love again.

"I need your help," she said slowly. "When we slept together, it was around the time I became pregnant. Now I'm not sure if you've been keeping up with the papers, but Fox and I are..."

"Divorced," he said finishing her sentence. "I've been keeping up with you, Theresa. I wanted to hop on the first flight to Harmony when I found out, but I wasn't sure how you would feel," he honestly told her the words she wanted to hear.

She smiled as she continued on asking her favor, "Yes, well then you must know that Fox is trying to keep me from my children. Listen, Dylan, Alex and Alexis might not be Fox's. They might be yours."

"Are you sure?" he asked now more shocked than ever. Just thinking that he could be a father, a father of Theresa's children in fact sent excitement throughout his body. For once in the longest time, he found himself smiling.

"I'm positive. I've always thought that, but since I was with Fox I didn't want to ruin our marriage."

Dylan laughed interrupting her, "So if I'm their father, you can keep them, right?"

"Yes," she said so softly that he barely heard her.

"And if I'm not the father...?"

"If you're not, you will be. I'll just change the DNA tests and that will be that. I can't do it without you though."

Dylan thought for a moment. She needed him and just maybe now that she was single, there could be hope for them both. Without much hesitation he said, "I'll help you." A deal with the devil was made and was about to ruin the lives of many people.