Chapter 6:

Note: Hello everyone! Thank you again for reading my fiction it makes me super happy! I wanted to tell you that it's still a Henrigail fiction, don't worry, despite what will happen in this chapter or in the others! Please don't hate me haha! I would like to remind you that this is an M fiction. Do not read if you are sensitive to that. Enjoy!

Abigail felt like everyone in town was watching her. She did not know if it was in her imagination or if it was real. She walked with her head down. She had always walked with her head held high, but Theo seemed to have pushed her back when she was 16.

Without realizing it, she opened the door to her office and walked inside. She closed it behind her to find Theo sitting on her desk. He was waiting for her.

"Are you feeling well?"

Abigail nodded slowly.

"I'm fine, yes." She put down her bag and started to take off her coat.

"Wait, let me." he whispered as he approached Abigail.

He took off her coat and hung it up. Abigail watched him. He came back to her and, without saying a word, kissed her. Abigail did not try to resist. She did not want to resist.

Theo hugged her, kissing her. He licked her lips, and she opened her mouth excitedly. Abigail felt the call of her own body. She needed attention. She really wanted it.

The kiss ignited quickly. Theo lifted Abigail off the ground and sat her on her desk. He kissed her neck passionately. He impatiently lowered Abigail's body, he lifted her skirts and stuck his head under them to reach into her feminine core, freeing her from her constricting clothes. When he ran his tongue over her sex, Abigail jumped violently. She had forgotten what it was. It was good. It was amazing. She had also forgotten that she had never felt as much pleasure with her husband as with Theo. Abigail gripped the edge of the desk with her right hand, and her lover's hair with her left hand. She moaned with pleasure throwing her head back. She felt close to the edge, but Theo would not let her finish. He stood up, kissed Abigail again, unzipped his pants.

"It's been a long time…" Abigail whispered warning Theo.

"I won't hurt you; I promise."

Theo looked Abigail in the eye and gently entered her. They moaned in unison. Theo accelerated his pelvic movements. They kissed again, carried away by the pure pleasure of the flesh. Abigail grabbed Theo's hair again. The latter lowered his hand to make Abigail come, feeling himself go before her. When he touched her, she reached her peak. Feeling her walls tighten around him he left in turn. We could not hear more than moans and gasps of satisfaction. After a few moments of silence where the couple came to their senses, Theo looked up from Abigail's shoulder to look at her. She had bright eyes.

"You're, okay?"

Abigail nodded, sighing in relief. She felt good. It had been so long since she had been touched like that. That she had not felt cherished. That she had not been taken care of that way.

Theo slowly withdrew and moved away from Abigail to get dressed. Abigail came down from the desk and tried to look presentable, although her hair was totally undone. Theo also had his hair completely messy, despite trying to straighten it out.

Theo winked at Abigail, approached her, kissed her, opened the door, and walked out. When the door closed, Abigail stood there staring at the door. She was slowly realizing what had just happened. Of what they had done. She felt guilty. She needed physical attention. She felt like she used Theo who seemed happy to be with her. He seemed to think she felt something for him. But deep down, even if she wanted to believe it, she felt above all a nostalgia and a physical attraction that took precedence over the rest.

She then sat down at her desk, still disheveled, just as the door to her office opened to let Rosemary in.

Rosemary had walked over to Abigail's office to discuss Dottie's actions and her shop. She saw at that moment, Theodore Richardson come out of Abigail's office with disheveled hair and totally disoriented. He walked past her and greeted her quickly before heading towards the saloon.

Rosemary was confused at this reaction but was much less so when she entered Abigail's office and saw her in the same way. She guessed without much difficulty what had happened here. It disturbed her immensely and made her extremely uncomfortable to think of Abigail in this way. She had the unpleasant impression of not knowing her friend since this Mr. Richardson had arrived in town.

Rosemary blushed at the thought of what she understood but tried not to show it. After all, she was an actress once, a great actress. She knew exactly how not to show her discomfort and make Abigail even more confused than she already seemed at this very moment.

"Abigail! I absolutely need your help with Dottie Ramsay's shop!" she began.

Theodore sat alone at a table in the saloon. It was nearly 3pm and very few people frequented this place at this time. He was sipping a glass of whiskey completely lost in thought. He realized what had happened between Abigail and him a few times before and he was completely shaken. He was crazy about her and just thinking about what they had done made him smile. But Theo still managed to feel guilty at the same time.

He did not have time to finish his thoughts as someone suddenly sat down at his table. Richardson looked up at the person in question and was surprised to find it was Sheriff Avery who – since he had met him at Abigail's cafe the day before – did not seem to really like him.

"Are you okay Sheriff Avery?" asked Theo confused.

"Everything is fine Mr. Richardson." Bill replied innocently, crossing his legs. "I just wanted us to talk a little bit. After all, you're new in town and you're a friend of Abigail."

Theodore sat back in his seat, uncomfortably.

"Where did you say you lived before you came here?"

"Oh I… I lived 10 years in Hartford, Connecticut. Before that, I lived in France."

"Where in France exactly?"

Richardson frowned and leaned over the table. "Is this an interrogation, Sheriff?"

"Not at all, Mr. Richardson. I lived for a while in France. In Marseille in fact. I thought maybe we lived in the same town." Bill just shrugged casually.

"Oh. No, actually, I lived in Paris, in the eighth district. Pretty classic, isn't it?"

"It is a beautiful city." the sheriff said simply. "And what were you doing in Paris and Hartford?"

"I am an artist, sir. I did exhibitions with my partner." Theo was silent for a few moments before continuing: "Speaking of which, I haven't had time to discuss this with Abigail, but my investor and I would like to organize an exhibition of my works in Hope Valley. We used to do it in different cities. Michael Vance – he has been my investor for 25 years – he will arrive in a few weeks while I complete my works on the city. Hope Valley will just have to pay a small amount if you agree of course. And you will recover three times as much when the exhibition is over."

"I suggest you see this with Abigail, I'm just the sheriff here, I'm not the one making those kinds of decisions." Bill said, getting up from his chair and walking towards the saloon door.

Theodore was watching him walk towards the door when he turned to him again.

"How did you know Abigail was here? She never told us about you."

"I don't think anyone knows absolutely everything about their loved ones; and we hadn't seen each other for years anyway." began Theo. "I discovered an article a few weeks ago about the mining disaster. I saw Abigail's name there and I saw a picture, so I came here."

Bill nodded, peering at Theodore. Then he gave him a final nod and left the saloon. Richardson kept his eyes fixed on the door for a few moments before blowing a sigh of relief that he no longer had to answer the man's questions.

That same evening at the Coulter house, Rosemary and Lee were discussing their respective day in their living room.

"Oh! You're never going to believe what I'm about to tell you Lee!" exclaimed Rosemary.

"Still try." smiled Lee.

He knew his wife had a knack for getting excited about things that were not necessarily worth it. But that was what he was always loved the most about her. Her enthusiasm in everything.

"I went to see Abigail at her office today about Dottie's shop interests." began Rosemary. "And you'll never guess. When I arrived, Mr. Richardson was coming out of Abigail's office completely disheveled. His hair was completely messy. And, when I walked into Abigail's office, she was sitting there, and she looked exactly the same as her friend."

Rosemary waited for some reaction from her husband which did not happen. He did not seem to understand at all what his wife meant. He frowned in confusion.

His wife sighed:

"Lee! That means they had an "intimate" moment if you know what I mean. I was lucky not to have arrived a few minutes earlier."

"Oh no! Rose, please!" exclaimed Lee, who had just understood his wife's allusions. "You can't talk about Abigail that way."

"But I didn't say anything bad, only that they had an intimate moment."

"But it's inappropriate Rosemary."

Lee winced as he said that. He did not want to imagine his friend like that. He felt that something was wrong with this Mr. Richardson, but he did not want to venture on that subject. This was about Abigail's life and if she wanted to confide, it would be by herself.

Rosemary lowered her head guiltily. It is true that it was very intimate to tell that. But she felt like there was great chemistry between Theo and Abigail and she found it intoxicating.

"I'm sorry Lee." Rosemary whispered. "I just find them really…intoxicating and mysterious…You understand?"

"I understand very well." Lee nodded.

He hugged his wife to calm her waking spirit.

Note: Haha! No Henry in this chapter, but don't worry, he's coming. He wouldn't just stand idly by. Yes?