When did you get here?" Tru asked confused.

"I got here just in time to see that bastard attacking you." He let out a frustrated growl and shoved his hand through his head.

"Which bastard?" Tru asked as a picture of both Matt and Jack flashed though her mind.

"The boat guy, Matt. Why didn't you tell me what was going on down here? I had to hear about it from Jack of all people."

"Jack? You talked to Jack? Where is he? Do you know what he was doing?"

"Wait, slow down Tru. Yes I talked to him. He told everything that's been going on."

Tru briefly wondered if Jack had told Harrison "everything" that had happened between the two of them. But judging by the fact that Harrison was sitting next to her, and not in a jail cell for beating Jack to death, she figured he withheld certain information from him.

"I guess Jack neglected to tell you why he really came here." Tru smiled grimly lowering her gaze.

"Actually he did tell me." Harrison replied calmly.

Tru head shot up in surprise.

"Well, I overheard dad arguing with him about it, then I took off here with every intention of beating him to death."

Tru smiled as he repeated the same words she had thought, and then what he said finally dawned on her.

"D-Dad, what do you mean?" She sputtered

Harrison let out a sigh in shook his head, suddenly looking years older than he really was.

"I mean just that. Dad's been involved this whole time. He hired Jack to do the exact opposite of what you've been doing." He paused clearly angry. "Jack's been trying to get out of it for a while, but Dad's been threatening to terminate him." Harrison stressed the word terminate, and Tru gulped.

"How do you know all of this?"

"Well besides the phone call I overheard I decided to do a little detective work. It seems father dearest has been up to this for a long time. The file he had on you was so extensive they even cataloged your favorite color of underwear. You never struck me as a pink kind of girl."

"Well as flattering as that is how you did find out about Jack?

"Well…" Harrison cleared his throat. "He told me."

Tru opened her mouth to yell at him for being foolish enough to believe Jack of all people.

"Plus." Harrison continued ignoring her sputtering outrage. "Being the keen private eye that I am, I bugged dad's phone. So I heard as Jack point blank refused to hurt you, and then proceeded to tell dad that if he so much as hurt a hair on you head he'd put an end to not only his career, but also his life. It was all very Clint Eastwood."

"What about Matt?"

"Oh that bastard he's sitting in a jail cell right now praying that he doesn't make bail, because then he won't have bars to separate me from him."

"So that's it, it's over." Tru asked.

"It's over."

"Thank God." Silent tears leaked out of her eyes as she lay her head back down to the pillow. Harrison gave her hand a squeeze letting her know her was there for her, but Tru couldn't help thinking how she wished that it Jack in his place.

A/N: Com'on guyz did you really think I would make Jack the bad guy. He's was to sexy to be all bad. Thanx's for your faithful reviews ya'll sure do know how to make a girl blush. Reese