Kirsten's sitting in her office at the Newport Group. It's night. Her lonely car is the only one in the parking lot. Another car pulls up next to it. Kirsten is sitting in a nice chair in her office w/ an anxious look on her face. And not good anxious, like about to get a shot anxious. Why didn't she listen to Sandy? What would Carter do? Why was she doing this at night when no one was there? She couldn't answer any of these questions with answers that didn't ask more questions. One answer for all of them: bail. All she had to do was leave. Drive away to her house where Sandy would be waiting. He would comfort her. That's exactly what she'll do. A knock on door. 'Shoot!' Too late.

"Come in." Kirsten said, shakily.

Carter comes in. "I'm so glad that you called."

"We have to talk." Kirsten said dryly. She motions to a seat across from her. "Sit down."

"Can't I sit beside you?" Carter asked anxiously.

"I'd rather you not."

Carter sits in the seat Kirsten recommended, slightly defeated.

"I think it would be best if you leave Newport." Kirsten said suddenly, semi-surprised she had been able to say it.

"You can't just kick me out of Newport. Especially when there's something going on between us. I love you, Kirsten. And last year---" Carter said shifting in his seat.

"I love Sandy. And last year I was a drunk and—and--- confused. Things were difficult."

"Yeah and Sandy was the reason for that. And I was there for you."

Kirsten looked at him shocked. "You took advantage of the situation! And me! Don't you dare talk about Sandy that way. You'd better be glad I'm talking to you and not him. He is not happy about you coming to town and-----"

"You told him!" Carter interrupted, shocked. His mind was racing. Sandy was from the Bronx. The only other person Carter had met from the Bronx had a short temper and was quick to punch. Punch hard.

Kirsten broke his thoughts. "He's my husband of course I told him!" She noticed how antsy Carter had gotten. Maybe this way she could scare him out of Newport.

"Well last year you were telling me things." Carter said looking at his hands sadly.

"And that was a mistake. Why did you come back? After all this time?"

Carter looks up into her eyes. Gosh her eyes. He loved her eyes. He stood up and sat beside her. She looks forward in her chair obviously uncomfortable. Her breathing picks up but she tries to keep in under control and not show just how uncomfortable she truly was.

"I realized how much I need you—how much I want you." His hands got closer to her and rested on the arm of the chair. "I missed you and I don't think it was a mistake. And neither is this."

'Wait', Kirsten thought, 'what does that mean, And neither is this,..?' Kirsten was still looking forward trying to figure out what he meant. Too late. Carter leans into her and puts his lips on hers. 'What the---' Kirsten can't finish the thought. Her whole concentration is now on not letting Carter do anything to her. He starts trying to pry her lips open w/ his. Her lips are trying to stay closed but his are pressing hers so much that it hurts and they open slightly beyond her physical control. She is being pressured down into the seat. Her hands are trying so hard to get him off of her. Finally he weakens when his lips leave her to breathe. Kirsten jumps out of the chair, incredibly shaken up.

"LEAVE NOW!" She screams, too shocked to do anything else.

"No. I can tell that you don't really want me to."

"OH REALLY THAT'S WHY I PUSHED YOU AWAY?" Tears begin to burn her eyes.

"You didn't want to. That was Sandy doing that. You wanted to kiss me."

Kirsten calms herself so she's not screaming. "It was Sandy. Because I love him. Only him. NOT YOU! Now leave." A few tears escape.

"I can't. Not until you admit you love me."

"Fine." Kirsten breaths out, physically shaking.

Carter smiles triumphantly.

"I'll leave." She grabs her purse and jacket.

"No I can't let you." He grabs her arm tightly.

"LET GO OF ME!" She struggles free from his grip. She looks in his eyes and Carter sees the hate, pain, and fear in her eyes. Knowing he put them there, he finally realizes exactly what he has done. He is now in hysterics.

"Oh God! Kirsten! Don't tell Sandy."

Kirsten thinks, 'Maybe this will get him to leave.' "He has the right to know. I can't feel safe now. And neither should you. If I were you I'd leave town. For good."

She leaves the Newport Groupwhile Carter sits in a chair w/ his head in his hands.