As part of the plan to make Max jealous, Fran suggested that Greg come over to the mansion to run over her lines with her. Fran knew that their kissing scene bothered Max, so she thought seeing it right in his own living room might be a good way to start the process.

The following day was Saturday, so there were no rehearsals. At around 3:00, the Sheffield's doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Fran called as Niles headed toward the door.

"Who is he?" Niles asked.

"What do you mean, 'who is he'?" Fran asked. "Why does it have to be a he?"

"Anytime you volunteer to get the door, it's either a man or a celebrity. Mr. Sheffield doesn't have any appointments today, so that means you must be expecting a date," Niles said.

"Who are you, Columbo?" Fran asked as she turned to open the door.

"Hi, Fran," Greg said.

"Hi," Fran replied. "Greg, this is Niles, our butler. Niles, this is Greg Logan, my co-star from the play."

"Nice to meet you," Greg said. "Fran, I can't believe you've got a butler."

"That's the perks of working for a millionaire," Fran said with a smile.

"Can I get you anything?" Niles asked Greg.

"Oh, no, thanks," Greg said. "Fran and I are just going to go over some lines."

"I'll be in the kitchen," Niles said as he left.

For the next half hour or so, Fran and Greg went over various scenes from the play. "You know, Fran, you're very good at this," Greg said as they sat down to take a break. "Are you sure this is your first play?".

Fran laughed. "Other than a couple plays in school. Well, actually, that's not true. I was in an off-Broadway production of 'Romeo and Juliet' last year."

"YOU did Shakespeare?" Greg asked. "No offense, but you don't exactly seem the type."

"I guess not," Fran agreed. "But one good thing did come out of it. Mr. Sheffield offered to rehearse with me. We did the balcony scene." Fran sighed.

Just at that moment, Maxwell emerged from his office. "Miss Fine, do you think you could take Grace to her therapy session on Monday?" he asked. Then he noticed Greg. "What brings you here?"

"Fran invited me over," Greg replied. "She thought maybe it would be good to run our lines some more. I just couldn't resist the chance to get to know her better."

"Want to watch us?" Fran suggested. "We were just going over that scene we started at rehearsal the other day."

"No, thank you, Miss Fine. I have a great deal of paperwork to do," Max said politely. He thought he had seen quite enough of those two 'acting' at rehearsal. He wasn't sure his stomach could handle any more. Without a word, he went back into his office.

"What do we do now?" Greg asked. "How are we supposed to make him jealous if he's just going to avoid us?"

"Believe me, he's plenty jealous right now," Fran laughed. "I can tell it's bothering him that you're even here. But just to be on the safe side, why don't you stay for dinner?"

Greg agreed, and about an hour later, the Sheffields, Fran, and Greg sat down to eat. Maggie took one look at their guest and whispered to Fran, "Do you think you could find one of him in MY size?"

"I told you he was cute," Fran replied. Greg looked slightly embarrassed at their compliments. Max noticed that the actor was blushing. "Oh, don't mind them. You know how women are."

"It's OK, Mr. Sheffield. I'm used to it," Greg said with a smile.

Hoping to start a conversation, Fran announced, "Mr. Sheffield, did you know that Greg used to be an understudy in 'Cats'?"

Max shot her a deadly look. "No, Miss Fine, I did not."

"It's true," Greg said. "I actually got to go on a few times. With so many performances, cast members kept getting burnt out."

"Well, I'm glad to see you've finally progressed to playing actual humans," Max quipped.

Greg laughed, but he gave Fran a slightly confused look. "Mr. Sheffield isn't too fond of Andrew Lloyd-Webber. He was offered the chance to produce 'Cats' and turned it down," Fran explained.

"Ouch," Greg said. There was an uncomfortable silence.

Max finally broke it by asking his children, "So, what did you three do today?"

"I went to the mall," Maggie replied.

"I had baseball practice," Brighton said.

"I had group therapy," Grace said.

"So, Greg," Brighton asked. "How's the play coming? Is Fran any good?"

"Actually, yes," Greg said. "I'm really enjoying working with her."

Fran giggled. "Thanks," she said.

Greg smiled. "With those looks, and that personality, it isn't hard to act like I'm attracted to her. I'm amazed that some guy hasn't already married her."

"Believe me honey, you're not the only one amazed there's no ring on this finger," Fran retorted as she held her left hand up.

The children giggled. "Don't worry Fran, I have no doubt you'll find Mr. Right. Who knows he could be right under your nose," Greg replied with a smile.

Max almost choked on his food. 'What the devil did that mean? Is this Greg really after Miss Fine?' he thought.

"Are you OK, daddy?" Maggie asked.

"Yes, Yes I'm fine. Went down the wrong pipe is all," Max quickly said. Fran just beamed. She couldn't be happier with how this was playing out.

"We're done eating dad, can we be excused?" Brighton asked.

"Yes, of course," Max replied.

"Bye, Greg. It was nice to meet you," Maggie said as she got up from table. "Yeah, see you later," Brighton added.

As the three Sheffield children left the room, Greg said, "Well I guess I should be going too. Thanks for dinner Mr. Sheffield, and I'll see you Monday Fran."

"Wait, I'll walk you to the door, Greg, " Fran said as the two got up and left.

Niles was busy clearing the table, when Maxwell asked "Niles, what do you think of Greg?"

Niles had to laugh to himself, 'He we go' he thought. "He seemed nice sir," Niles answered.

"A little too nice, don't you think," Maxwell snapped back. "And what was with that comment about Mr. Right being right under Miss Fine's nose?

"Oh, sir you don't know if he was talking about himself," Niles replied.

"And just who would he be talking about then Niles?" Maxwell said, not believing for a second Greg wasn't after Miss Fine.

"Maybe he meant YOU!" Niles said. He had heard Miss Fine and Greg's little conversation earlier, and was now onto their little plan.

Max was talking a sip of tea, when Niles let that bombshell drop. "ME!" Max exclaimed as he spit out his sip of tea. "Why the devil would he be talking about me?"

"Oh, sir, must I really spell it out for you?" Niles asked. 'How could such a smart man be so stupid?' he thought. 'He can't even see what's right in front of his face.'

"What the devil are you talking about, Niles?" Why was everyone so convinced he and Miss Fine were right for each other?

Niles sighed. Apparently he did have to explain it. "Isn't it possible that Miss Fine is aware of your feelings for her, even if you aren't, and is merely using Mr. Logan to make you jealous?"

"That's ridiculous. Any idiot could see that Greg was flirting with her!" Max exclaimed. "And of course Miss Fine enjoyed every minute of it." Max made a disgusted face.

"Sir, Mr. Logan is an actor. Perhaps he was ACTING that way in an effort to make you jealous," Niles said.

"You're bloody insane, you know that?" Max asked. "Why does everything have to be about me and Miss Fine getting together?"

Niles sighed again. He couldn't listen to this anymore. He gathered up the dinner dishes and walked into the kitchen, leaving his boss alone with his thoughts. All he could hope for now was that Maxwell would come to his senses and realize what he had.

Max retreated back to his office feeling just as confused as before. 'Well, Niles was no help,' he thought. "What I need to do is get another opinion," Maxwell said aloud. "I know, I'll get C.C.'s thoughts on Greg. She is a woman after all, despite what Niles says."

Max then picked up the phone and called C.C. to invite her over to work tomorrow. "C.C., this is Maxwell. Can you come over tomorrow so we can go over these last minute contracts? Yes, 1pm will be fine. OK, see you then."