Walt sat in his cabin, his feet up on his coffee table. He had been reading but the book had fallen to his lap as his hands relaxed and his eyes drifted shut. His eyes opened slowly as his head dipped and shook him back awake. Stifling a yawn, he laid the book on the table and rose. He checked his watch. It wasn't all that late at eight o'clock. His mind debated between sitting back down on the couch or going out to the porch. He had decided on the porch, thinking the cooler air would rouse his mind a bit. He glanced around the room for his discarded boots. Locating them, he pulled them on and stretched to his full height, trying to loosen the muscles in his back. He was ambling slowly towards the door when there was a knock.

Walt frowned. He didn't get many visitors. Cady had developed a habit of calling him first. He was sure he would have heard Henry's truck. He crossed the door and pulled it open. Words failed to form when he saw her standing there. He hadn't spoken to or seen her since the evening they had decided to part ways. If he were being honest, so much had happened since then, she hadn't really even crossed his mind. It seemed like an eternity ago, though it clearly wasn't. She offered him a small smile and seemed a bit unsure in her appearance at his door.

"Hello, Walt."

Her voice brought him back to the moment and out of his thoughts of the past.

"Donna."

He stood staring at her and she nodded towards his living room.

"May I come in?"

"Oh...uh...yeah."

He stepped back, allowing her entrance. Before he closed the door, his eyes swept over the dark landscape. He noticed she had parked on the far side of his Bronco. Her car was hard to see in the shadows and darkness. The door closed and he turned to her, unsure of why she was here. She used his hesitation to speak first.

"How are you?"

"I'm okay."

She nodded.

"I read in the paper that you retired."

"Yep."

"And you won your wrongful death lawsuit."

"Yep."

She smiled a little. Walt ran his hand over his hair.

"What are you doing here, Donna?"

Her smile faded a bit.

"Always right to the point. I've been debating coming to see you for a while. I didn't like how we left things between us, Walt. It felt unfinished."

"Uh huh."

"I've been thinking about you...a lot...actually."

Walt opened his mouth to stop her when the door swung open. In his confusion and listening to Donna, he had missed the familiar sound of her truck barreling down the road. She strode into the cabin already sliding her jacket off her shoulders.

"Sorry, I'm late. I got stuck on a ca..."

She stopped abruptly and her voice faded as her eyes settled on the two of them standing there near the fireplace. He could see her mind turning and trying to piece together what she was seeing. She dropped her jacket over the back of the couch.

"What is this?"

Walt searched for the correct explanation but it was Donna who spoke up first.

"Do you normally just come in without knocking? You seem to have issues with boundaries."

Walt saw the look that flashed through Vic's eyes and he saw her stiffen. He had become somewhat of an expert on her body language.

"I have boundary issues? Why are you here?"

The older woman crossed her arms over her chest.

"That's not really your business."

Vic tilted her head to one side.

"Oh, I think it is."

Her eyes snapped to Walt and he could see the questions there. Donna saw the look that passed between them and took a step back, as though she were trying to see a larger picture.

"I see."

She looked to Walt.

"You and she are..."

She motioned between the two of them. He nodded.

"Yeah."

"And that's why you seemed so...okay then. I suppose I will be going."

She paused in front of Walt.

"I have to say I'm a little surprised you went there, Walt. I thought maybe you were smarter than that."

Vic opened her mouth but thought better and just shook her head. Donna cast her a glance on her way to the door.

"Deputy."

"Doctor."

Walt cringed a bit, grateful when the door closed behind Donna. Vic jerked her head in the direction of the door.

"What the hell?"

He shrugged somewhat helplessly.

"She just showed up."

Vic moved and sat on the couch, stretching her legs out.

"What did she want?"

"Uh...she didn't get that far but she said we felt unfinished."

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"So she was here to try and get you back."

Walt sat next to her on the couch.

"In all honesty, she never really had me."

Her smile was full on then.

"So I've heard. Next time, just turn her away at the door."

"I doubt there will be a next time."

"Good."

"Were you jealous?"

His voice had a teasing lilt to it.

"Jealous? Of her?"

Her eyes searched his for a moment before she leaned in and kissed him. It was the type of kiss she excelled at where he was concerned. Her fingers wound through his hair as her tongue prodded it's way into his mouth. He felt like he would explode, suffocate, or both. She pulled back and released his head. There was a wicked smile on her face.

"Not a chance."