"I'm happy Sean could convince you to have dinner with us," Julia said smiling while she gave Christian a glass of wine.

"Yes, I'm happy as well," he admitted. After what had happened the last few hours, he was really happy not to have to be alone, "we should go see Myers again and tell him what we know," he said deep in thought.

"We know something?" Sean asked surprised.

"That Kit and Quentin are siblings," Christian gave the prompt answer, "not a small trivial detail."

"He is too busy polishing his ego," Sean grunted scornfully, "I would hardly believe he would be interested in the findings of mere mortals like us!"

"Would I be right when I assume that you don't like him all that much, or?" Christian said grinning.

"Was that a poetic question?" Sean rolled his eyes.

"You know what I don't understand? Why did nobody notice that Quentin wasn't dead?" Christian asked scrunching his forehead.

"You saw today how the police works," Sean said, "they don't care about victims or criminals. The main thing is to look good in the eyes of the media."

"I wish Kimber left me at least an address where I could find her in case of an emergency," Christian stared on the untouched plate in front of him, "I'm sorry Julia! I am sure your cooking is wonderful, but I have no appetite at all."

Julia nodded sympathetically, "it's completely understandable under the circumstances. What do you want to do now?"

Christian shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "no idea."

Sean looked at him indignantly, "do you want to simply watch again as Kimber gets kidnapped for the second time?"

"No, of course not!" Christian defended himself against the accusation, "however, it's hardly a solution to publish a missing person announcement in the paper!"

"If it's about a life threatening situation, why not? Otherwise your only option is to wait until Quentin serves her head up on a silver plate for you!"

"Sean, that's enough!" Julia confronted her man furiously, "what's gotten into you?"

Christian shoved his plate to the side without saying a word and stood up. All the colour had disappeared from his face, "thanks for the meal, Julia! I believe it's better if I just go now," he took his jacket and went to the door.

"Wait, Christian!" Julia ran after him, "I'm sorry. I have no idea what's wrong with Sean," she said shaking her head, "I don't even recognise him like this."

"But I do," Christian looked back at Sean. He was sitting motionless on the chair, with his face buried into his palms. His mind seemed to be miles away, "it is because of Nikki."

"Nikki?" Julia looked at him confused.

"Nicole Moretti. She was under the protection of the FBI, and Sean gave her and her son a new face and let them stay over at his house, "he looked at Julia curiously, "did he never tell you about them?"

"Oh, yes, of course. I remember now. That was not long after our divorce, when Quentin and I..." she stopped mid sentence and looked down to the floor, "I was so stupid then! I really believed that he wants me. While I know today that he only used me."

"He used us all," Christian said bitterly, "he played me the whole time, abused our trust and laughed at us! I should've killed him myself back then, when I still had the chance!" He clenched his fists.

"Do you want to tell me about Nikki?" Julia brought the topic up again.

Christian cleared his throat, "she was killed. A contract killer lurked in the house and shot her."

"Here in the house?" Julia asked shocked.

Christian nodded.

"How awful!" Julia looked deeply shaken, "I had no idea."

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but I thought you already knew about Nikki."

Julia shook her head, "Sean didn't say much about her. I knew they cared about each other. Maybe a bit too much..."

"He never stopped loving you," Christian defended his friend, "he always wanted you."

"I know," she laughed, "the same way you always wanted Kimber."

"Not always," Christian let out a sigh, "I realised much too late how much she really means to me," he turned towards Sean again and he was relieved to find that he had left the room. He looked deeply into Julia's eyes, "about what happened on the day of the wedding," he said slowly..."I'm sorry. I was confused, perplexed, scared and sorry we missed that chance once. I wanted..."

"Psst!" Julia put a finger over his lips to stop him talking, "that's the past. I knew what was going on with you. You don't have to say sorry. Maybe we both needed that kiss, a way to say good bye to the past," she put one hand on her hip laughing, "we had a chance eighteen years ago and we never used it. And what happened that day will always be our little secret."

"That would be nice," Christian sighed.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It seems somebody saw us."

"What? Who?" Julia asked surprised.

"Gina. All in all, she tried to convince Kimber I will only ever love one woman-you."

"Wonderful!"

"I will deal with it. No worries," Christian said soothingly.

"I don't doubt that. I only wonder how many other people did she tell already that you kissed another woman on your wedding day!"

"Yeah, I'd like to know that too," Christian said deep in thought. He gave Julia a friendly kiss on the cheek, "I have to go. Explain Sean please that...no, don't explain anything. Just tell him I'll call tomorrow."

Christian opened the door and left the house.