When she had finally opened the door, Kimber thought she was experiencing deja vu. He had stood before her door just like that, holding the same flowers. Two years have passed since then, and she had changed a lot during that time. She would not fall into his arms so willingly and kiss him immediately, although every cell in her body was yearning for it.

"Christian..." That was all she managed.

He smiled only with half of his mouth turned up and raised the flower bouquet up in her direction a bit awkwardly, "they need water, or they'll conk out," he decided for the comment, as he couldn't think of anything better to say as a way of greeting, since all the sentences he had previously thought of had elapsed and were gone from his mind at the sight of her. He could only stare back the whole time and felt totally clumsy and stupid for it.

Kimber took the bouquet of white Calla lilies and immersed her nose in the flower petals. She had longed for this to happen just as much as she feared it. Getting to see him again so suddenly threw all her plans to behave coldly with him.

"How...did you find me?" She stammered.

"It wasn't so difficult when I knew Alicia's last name," he explained smiling.

Kimber nodded. She felt naked under his scrutinizing look. She checked herself perplexed. If she would've known he was coming, she would've put something else on.

Christian couldn't take his eyes off her. He could tell how skinny she became despite the large jogging ware she had on. Her hair was let down and Christian saw that the bald patches on her head were slowly disappearing.

"You'd better come in," Kimber invited him in, "the owner of the house doesn't like it if we have male visitors."

"I already took care of her," Christian said.

Kimber looked at him scrunching her forehead, "what do you mean by took care?"

"I gave her six hundred dollars for two month rent," Christian explained. He stepped in and looked around, "you can't stay here," he said with a firm voice, "I'll find another apartment for you in a better neighbourhood."

His words were like a cold shower for Kimber. She put the flowers aside and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her eyes sparkled angrily, "what were you thinking? You show up here without any notice and want to have a claim to sort my life out right away! I don't need your help! Alicia and me, we were doing fine here without you," she took a deep breath before continuing, "she gave me a home when it didn't go all that well for me. Without her I would've ended up on the streets!"

"You couldn't want to call this ramshackle hut home," Christian said snidely.

Kimber put her hands on her hips, "why did you come at all? To let me know what a poor, pitiful yeast I am without you?" She approached him and looked firmly into his eyes. Her voice was trembling slightly from suppressed anger as she talked back, "you still think that a man with money can get anything he wants, don't you Christian? But I'm not for sale!"

Christian realised what a grave mistake he had made. He forgot for a moment what she went through and what the reason for their split was, "Jesus, Kimber, please listen to me!" He begged.

"Get out Christian! If not, I'll call the police!"

"You wouldn't do that."

"Just try me," Kimber stood her ground defiantly, "I could claim you tried to break in. Without any hassle in this neighbourhood."

"But I want to talk to you!" Christian said despairingly.

"I don't want to talk to you!"

He made a few steps towards her, Kimber moved back away from him, "go Christian!"

He shook his head while continuing to walk towards her.

Kimber avoided him further and further till she felt the wall behind herself. She lifted her hands out of instinct to ward him off, but his hands were like chains on her wrists. Kimber knew it was useless to try to fight him off and she didn't even want to. Her pulse rate fastened as he slowly bent over her. The smell of his aftershave befogged her senses.

"Listen to me, only for a minute!" He pleaded with her. His breathing became uneven and his voice wavered a little, "Quentin is alive!" He let her know, "he only staged his death and he came back to Miami. He killed two people and I thought he maybe came back for you. I only came because of this. I had to warn you," he let Kimber abruptly go and stepped one back, "that was what I wanted to tell you and then..." He said almost loosing his voice, "...I would leave you alone," he turned around and left the apartment without looking back once more.

Kimber stood there as if awestruck, completely shocked by his statement. Only one thought ruled her mind. Christian was gone and this time it was maybe forever. Her legs gave out and so dropped to the floor crying.

Christian left the building almost running. When he sat in his car, he was completely immersed in his thoughts, he didn't even notice that his car wasn't locked. He reproached himself making Kimber confront the truth so openly and brutally, but she gave him no other alternatives. He drove his hand through his hair sighing. He totally blew it-again! Sean will probably rejoice when he will tell him about what had happened. He had warned him after all how he shouldn't put any pressure on Kimber. Why couldn't he listen to others for once, Christian chided himself. He put his hands on the steering wheel groaning and he let his head fall onto it. It was a deadly mistake, as he had to quickly acknowledge.

He felt a pinch as the needle of the syringe filled anaesthetics went into his neck. For a minute he tried to fight the feeling of weakness and helplessness that took over him all of a sudden, but he had to give it up eventually. Christian fell onto his steering wheel lifelessly.