Chapter Two
Rebecca couldn't sleep. She was at her father's house. After everything that had happened at the parade, Rebecca wanted to be with her family. Well, with Chelsea and Robert, anyway. Damon was there, too. Rebecca's dad still had a "No Sex In The House" rule, but he was okay with Damon staying the night.
But back to Rebecca not sleeping. She'd taken John's ring from him after she'd snapped his neck but before she'd tossed him into the fire. And now she was holding that ring in the palm of her hand and she felt as if the metal was burning a hole into her skin.
She kept hearing the snap as she'd twisted John's neck hard enough to break it. She kept seeing the light go out of his eyes before she'd pushed him down the stairs into the flames.
Unbidden and unwelcome, tears fell from her eyes and she sniffled. Instantly, Damon's hand landed on hers. He'd had his eyes closed, but he hadn't been sleeping.
"Becca . . ."
"Hm?" she grunted.
"Talk to me."
Rebecca knew he wanted her to tell him what was wrong. She really didn't know how to explain it to him.
"I don't know how."
"Start at the beginning," he prompted.
"Okay," she said meekly. "Well, ever since the incident with Chase . . . and when John helped him take Chelsea and kidnap me, I've wanted John dead. And now he is. I killed him. I thought it would make me feel better, but it doesn't. It really doesn't." Rebecca let out a sob. "All I have is this voice in my head telling me that I killed someone. I knew it was wrong and I did it anyway. And when Elena and Jeremy find out . . . they're never gonna forgive me."
"That's not true."
Damon knew her friends wouldn't abandon her completely. They may get mad at her for a while, but they would eventually forgive her.
"I didn't think I'd care that I killed him, because I hated him, I really did. But I do care. All I can think about is that I shouldn't have done it, and now I have all this guilt that I don't know how to get rid of."
"I'm . . . I'm sorry. I don't know how to help you with this," Damon said, which wasn't true. He knew how to get rid of the guilt, but he didn't want her doing it. He didn't want her to use her humanity switch like he had; he didn't want that for her. He didn't want her to suddenly not care and then wake up one day and realize she'd turned into an awful person. "I've almost forgotten what it's like to feel guilty about that."
"Yeah . . . I just . . . I don't know how to explain what I'm thinking."
"You?" Damon said, trying to lighten the mood. "What about your word vomit?"
When Rebecca didn't smile, Damon pulled Rebecca closer so half of her body was on his. She had her face against his chest and he held her as her body convulsed with her sobs.
"Hey, what you did was perfectly normal and nothing you should be ashamed of. You're a vampire now. And you're new. If you lose control, it's -"
"But I didn't lose control!" Rebecca muttered angrily. "I was perfectly in control and that's the problem. I didn't snap, and I'm not a Ripper. I knew what I was doing and . . ."
Damon listened as she trailed off. She felt guilty because John's death had been premeditated. And it hadn't been self-defense. Until now . . . she'd never killed anyone without it being to protect herself.
Damon sat them both up and cupped her face so she had to look at him.
"Becca, listen to me. John helped Chase kidnap you, helped put you in a position that would've gotten you seriously hurt had you not known how to defend yourself. He helped get to Chelsea. Doesn't matter if he brought her back or not, he still took her. You had every right to take him out for doing that. Chelsea is like . . . like a daughter and you're a predator now. He was a threat to all of us and, like you said tonight at Elena's, if you hadn't done it, I would have."
Damon saw that Rebecca knew and understood all that. It was just getting her to believe it that was the problem. He hated it when Rebecca cried. It made him feel like he wasn't doing something right.
Rebecca clenched the material of his shirt and whimpered a little.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just a little messed up right now. John . . . and Caroline . . ."
"Caroline will be fine. You know how vampire blood works."
"Yeah, I do. Then there's Katherine, who -"
"You don't need to worry about her."
"Don't I?" Rebecca asked softly. "She took you from me last time, Damon. She can't have you back. I don't care why she's here."
Damon looked at her in shock. "Rebecca, there's . . . She compelled me away from you. You know that. Are you honestly worried about that?"
"She already tried to kiss you, Damon. She . . . she . . ."
"And I stopped her," Damon said. "I will always stop her."
"Good. And . . . I have a confession to make."
"Uh-oh. What?"
"I fed from Ric. He let me feed from him earlier tonight. I know that when a person is willing to let a vampire feed from them it creates a sort of bond and I needed you to know about it. I didn't want anyone else telling you, and I definitely didn't want you to find out accidentally from Ric, so . . ."
Damon pulled her closer. He didn't know what Rebecca expected him to do. He wasn't jealous and he wasn't angry. If Ric had allowed her to feed from him, then it was probably for a good reason. Rebecca must've taken him bringing her closer as a sign of possessiveness, though, because she was quick to say, "He did it to save my life. So I wouldn't get caught."
"I'm not angry, Becca. If he saved your life then I'm grateful. I owe him. But, on a curious note, what kind of bond do you think you formed with him?"
Rebecca smiled a little and Damon felt it against his chest.
"A comfortable one. Like he's an older brother or something. Maybe even a very cool uncle."
Damon began petting her back soothingly. "Good."
"You don't have anything to worry about," she said. "I'm all yours."
Damon pressed his lips to her hair and scooted closer to her - if that were possible - and turned so he could face her.
"You should get some sleep. You've gotta go to the hospital and then you're supposed to meet me at the Lockwood mansion for the memorial thing."
Right. Elena had called her about an hour after Rebecca had gotten home and had told them that Mrs. Lockwood was holding a memorial to her husband the next day. It seemed a little soon to Rebecca, but she guessed Carol just wanted to get everything out of the way.
"I love you," Damon whispered.
"I love you, too," Rebecca returned the sentiment. "I also love that you can say it first now without feeling weird about it."
The next morning Rebecca woke up, woke Chelsea up, and got them both ready. Damon had left already since he had to help Carol with the memorial.
Rebecca arrived at the hospital the same time Bonnie did - Matt was already there; he'd stayed there with Liz all night.
"How is Caroline today?" Bonnie asked.
"Come see for yourself," Matt said. By the tone of his voice Rebecca could tell that the vampire blood had done its job.
Bonnie followed Matt, and Rebecca followed Bonnie. Chelsea seemed a little shy. She wasn't used to the hospital. When they got to Caroline's room, Rebecca smiled because Caroline was fine. She was awake and watching TV.
"Jersey Shore is on," the blond said, sitting up and smiling.
"Care! Care!" Chelsea exclaimed.
"Chelsea!" Caroline exclaimed back.
Bonnie rushed toward her friend and pulled her into a fierce hug.
"Ooh, careful. Still a little sore." Caroline's face scrunched up in pain.
"Sorry," Bonnie said, pulling away.
"It's okay." Caroline smiled again. "But they say I'm healing really quick."
Rebecca watched as Bonnie's eyes filled up with tears. Caroline noticed, too.
"My turn," Matt said, leaning down for a brief kiss from his girlfriend.
"Aw, isn't he cute?" Caroline asked. Then to Bonnie, "Why're you crying?"
Bonnie looked embarrassed and Matt slipped an arm around Bonnie's shoulders.
"Oh, Bon," Matt said.
"I'm just happy you're okay."
"We all are," Rebecca said. She poked her sister's stomach gently to get a few giggles out of her. "Aren't we, Chels?"
"Oh, I love you guys."
"We love you," Bonnie said.
Rebecca was glad Caroline was okay, but this did not get Bonnie off the hook for lying to them. They wouldn't be in this situation if Bonnie hadn't lied.
Damon was not having fun. He was basically playing referee between Liz and Carol. Liz had shown up about five minutes ago. She'd said Caroline was fine; she was occupied with Matt and Bonnie and Rebecca.
"I wanna know exactly who's responsible for killing my husband," Carol said.
"I'm looking into it, but you have to be straight with me," Liz said. "Is there any reason Richard was affected by the vampire device?"
"What're you implying? That he was one of them?"
"No, no," Damon said. "No one's implying that."
"Your deputies screwed up, plain and simple," Carol said to Liz. "Which makes you responsible."
"Your husband is the one who helped John Gilbert execute his idiot plan in the first place," Liz said.
"Liz -" Damon said.
Great, the two women were playing the blame game. And both had valid points. Richard had been the one to help John, and the deputies had screwed up.
"Someone got my husband killed."
"Hey," Damon said. "We're all on edge here. You've suffered a great loss. The whole town has. But we have to stick together, okay? Trust each other. We'll get through this."
Both women nodded at Damon and he nodded back. Damon had meant what he'd said. The town did need to stick together and trust each other. They were going to have a hell of a time getting past the death of the mayor. Damon was going to have a hard time figuring out what the mayor had been, what Tyler was.
Maybe he could get Rebecca to ask for Diana's help again. The woman really did owe Rebecca her life.
Rebecca left the hospital with Bonnie when Caroline fell asleep. Caroline had lost a lot of blood and the vampire blood wouldn't fix that. She had to replenish the fluid on her own.
Outside the hospital, Bonnie stopped Rebecca at her car. Rebecca began putting Chelsea into her car seat.
"Becca . . ." Bonnie said pleadingly. "Please talk to me. I'm sorry I lied to you, but -"
"Don't, Bonnie. I'm . . . I'm just glad Caroline's okay. Please don't lie to me again, okay? At least not about something like that."
Rebecca really didn't want to talk about what had happened because she didn't want to think about it.
After that Rebecca left for the Lockwood mansion with Bonnie following her. Rebecca pulled up behind a black Ford Bronco. Rebecca got out of her car and got Chelsea out of the car seat. She watched Bonnie get out of her car and then she saw the man from the Bronco get out.
The man looked familiar. Brown hair, hazel eyes on the green side, gapped teeth, surfer boy looks.
"So the black sheep returns," Tyler, who was standing at the door greeting people, said to the man.
"Tyler?" the man said.
"Yeah."
"What happened to you? In my mind, you're 12 years old."
"That's two years older than the last time you saw me, Uncle Mason."
Mason! Rebecca thought. Mason Lockwood!
He had been fun to play with when she'd been a kid. He had been a great baby-sitter; he hadn't been strict at all.
Rebecca watched Tyler and Mason hug and then she walked up to the two guys and waited for Tyler to notice her. It didn't take Tyler long.
"Hey, Becca."
"Hey, Ty."
"Becca?" Mason said, his eyes wide. "Little Becky?"
Rebecca cringed. "I hate that name."
She hugged Tyler and then Tyler showed her, Bonnie, and Mason inside. Chelsea was shy around Mason because she didn't know him. Rebecca found Damon as soon as she walked in. He was to the side talking with Liz, but he looked her way and smiled a little.
Rebecca smiled back. She was going to help Mason find Carol and then she was going to go talk to Liz and Damon.
"Thank you for coming, Mason," Carol said when they found her. "It's so good to see you."
"You too. I wish I had come sooner. I hate the way I left things with my brother."
"Well, we always think there's gonna be more time, but . . ."
Before Carol could start sobbing, Mason grabbed her and pulled her into a hug. Rebecca gestured that she was going to leave them to it and Mason nodded.
Damon had been watching Rebecca with some guy that was hugging Carol. Rebecca seemed to know him, but Damon had never seen the man before.
"Hey, who's the guy with Carol?" he asked Liz.
"That's the mayor's younger brother, Mason Lockwood."
"Is he on the council? Like John was when he rolled in?"
"No, he's nothing like John," Liz said. "For one, he's not an ass. He's not a believer either. He wants nothing to do with the council. He's too preoccupied with finding the perfect wave."
"Hm. Thanks."
Liz walked away, but Rebecca came to stand beside him with Chelsea. Damon smiled when the girl reached for him, but his heart clenched painfully because he knew that he and Rebecca might not have her much longer. Ever since Chase had used Chelsea against them, Rebecca had become hell bent on doing what was best for Chelsea; the problem was they didn't know if it was to keep her with them all the time or to send her away with Robert when he moved so she would get away from all the supernatural drama. If it was up to him, he'd keep her always.
But . . . with Katherine in town . . . Rebecca might change her mind a million times before settling on what she thought was best.
"How's our baby girl doin'?" Damon asked softly, taking Chelsea from Rebecca.
Rebecca smiled at his antics. Chelsea was happy to be in Damon's arms. Chelsea was giggling and it made Rebecca's stomach clench happily - it was an everything's good clench.
"Who's Mason?" Damon asked.
"He used to babysit me. He was fun."
"He's also a Lockwood." Damon stared at her intensely. "Be careful."
Bonnie, who had politely paid her respects to Carol and Tyler, came up to them. She looked solely at Damon before speaking.
"Did you know the Gilbert device affected Tyler Lockwood?"
"Well, I know it took the mayor down," Damon said. "Rebecca told me the rest."
Damon, with Chelsea still in his arms, walked toward the dining room. Rebecca and Bonnie followed him. There were refreshments laid out on the table. Damon grabbed a grape and Rebecca grabbed a strawberry. When the juice hit Rebecca's tongue she let out a glorious moan and let the liquid roll over her whole tongue.
Damon forgot all about Bonnie when he saw Rebecca's pleasure face. He felt a twitch in his jeans because of the sound she'd made. He felt another twitch when she blushed. Rebecca had obviously realized she'd made a very suggestive noise.
"Sorry," she muttered. "I'm not used to human food since . . ."
Hm. Human food. Whipped cream, honey, melted chocolate. Those three things plus a bed and unlimited time could call for a very fun-filled evening.
"Don't you wanna know why?" Bonnie asked, pulling Damon back to the present. The present where he felt like adjusting himself in his steadily tightening pants.
"Yes, Bonnie, I would love to know why a non-vampire was tortured by the vampire torture device that you let John Gilbert use against us."
Damon picked up another grape.
"Speaking of your guilt, how's Caroline?"
"She's much better," Bonnie said fiercely.
"You're welcome."
"No, you're welcome."
"Why am I welcome?"
"You lived to see another day."
"No good deed goes unpunished with you, does it?" Damon asked.
Damon seemed amused while Rebecca was pissed. Bonnie was always picking on Damon. It made Rebecca super angry. A very low growling sound was coming from Rebecca's throat. It should've been a warning for the witch to back off.
"It doesn't undo the bad. I know what you are, Damon. You might have Rebecca and the sheriff and everybody else fooled, but not me. One wrong move and I'm gonna take you out."
"Now you need to stop with the witch's brew. You're startin' to believe your own press."
The only thing keeping Rebecca in control was the fact that Damon wasn't really threatened by Bonnie. Right now all Bonnie was doing was talking.
"Hm . . ." Bonnie smirked.
Rebecca didn't know what Bonnie was doing until Damon grabbed onto his head and started grunting. If Rebecca hadn't been a vampire herself, Chelsea would've dropped to the floor. Chelsea, having been jolted none too gently, started crying. Wailing almost, it was so loud.
"Bonnie!" Rebecca hissed. "Stop it!"
The predator part of Rebecca was telling her to kill Bonnie. Now. Bonnie was hurting Rebecca's mate and had unintentionally almost caused Chelsea to be hurt.
But . . . Bonnie . . . Rebecca couldn't kill Bonnie. They had been friends since . . . since the sandbox age.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Bonnie said sarcastically, sounding smug. "You were saying?"
Damon stopped grunting and holding his head. Rebecca guessed that meant his head was no longer hurting.
"Damon?" she said softly.
"I'm okay."
"Good."
Rebecca, however, wasn't. She was thirsty - her anger had made her throat burn with thirst. It was a thirst, a craving, she'd never had before. It was specific. Bonnie had pissed her off, so it was Bonnie's blood Rebecca wanted. But she wouldn't allow herself to have it. It was still a good thing Bonnie left the room, though, because the witch was a temptation.
Damon had been watching Rebecca struggle with her thirst for the past ten minutes. It seemed Bonnie drove Rebecca's blood lust crazy. The veins were slowly becoming apparent under her eyes. Damon understood her mood completely. Bonnie had been hurting him. He was her mate, her equal. The part of her that was connected to her vampire side wanted to kill anything that threatened him. His predator side felt the same about her.
Then there was Chelsea. If Bonnie had inadvertently caused him to hurt Chelsea, Damon would've killed the witch himself. Damon pulled his two girls closer. Rebecca because he was going to hide her face against his chest, and Chelsea because he'd almost dropped her and he needed to know she was okay.
The little girl gently touched his head where he'd been pressing to try and take the pain away. It was almost like Chelsea knew he'd been hurting a few short minutes ago
"Day," she said, in her baby voice. "Ow?"
Damon grabbed Chelsea's hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss her little baby fingers. He didn't know what was going on with Chelsea, but something was, because no baby was this perceptive. Or he'd never heard of one being like this before.
"Day's okay," he assured her, using her nickname for him. "I'm okay."
He felt Rebecca turn her head and he looked down at her. Rebecca was smiling peacefully now. She no longer looked angry or ready to attack the first witch she happened to see.
"Oh, my God. Damon drives me crazy."
Bonnie had stormed away in a huff after almost making Rebecca attack her. Couldn't Rebecca see why Bonnie was angry at Damon? Rebecca was a vampire now. Damon had turned her into a predator - an animal that would kill to survive.
Bonnie had seen Elena and had headed straight for her. Elena looked at her when she spoke, so Bonnie continued.
"He's walkin' around like he's some kind of hero for healing Caroline and . . ." Bonnie trailed off because she didn't really know what else to say. As far as Bonnie knew, Elena was friends with Damon, which meant Bonnie wouldn't get much help from her.
"Whatever. Hateful Damon moment over."
Elena smiled and Bonnie returned it. Bonnie touched Elena's arm only to get the shock of a lifetime. That cold, death-like feeling she got from vampires was now radiating off of Elena.
Oh, God.
"Um, I've gotta find Tyler. Pay my respects. I'll be back."
"Okay," Elena said, nodding.
Bonnie hurried back inside and dialed Elena's phone. She was hoping the vampire she'd just talked to wasn't Elena but Katherine.
"Hello?" Elena answered.
"Elena, where are you?"
"Bonnie, I know, I'm late. I'm getting in the car now. I'll be there in five."
Bonnie hung up when the line went dead. Elena wasn't there yet, so Katherine was here in town. She wondered if the others knew? If they didn't, she had to let them know. When Bonnie turned around she almost screamed. The Elena look-alike was there.
"We haven't officially met. I'm Katherine."
Bonnie had never understood Rebecca when she'd said you could tell the difference between Elena and Katherine because of their eyes. But now . . . Bonnie understood. Katherine's eyes were cold and held a sort of distant amusement.
"I know who you are," Bonnie said.
"Of course you do." Katherine smiled. "You're the best friend, right? I've been putting all the pieces of Elena's life together. Isobel told me it was a bit of a puzzle. I do know who Jenna and Jeremy are. I've met the delicious ex-boyfriend, Matt, who's sweet on Caroline. And then there's you. The vampire-hating Bennett witch. Did I do good?"
"You missed one," Bonnie said, backing away toward the door.
"Oh, yes. Rebecca. Vampire Slayer turned vampire. How's that working out for her? Is the guilt eating away at her yet? It will, you know. Slayer's are born with an annoying quality called good intentions, which, of course, is magnified now that she's a vampire."
"Rebecca doesn't kill humans," Bonnie defended her friend.
"Really?" Katherine smirked. "What do you think happened to John Gilbert? Ask her what she did with his ring."
What? No. Rebecca wouldn't have killed John. She didn't kill people.
Bonnie went to run, but Katherine ran in front of her. Bonnie gathered all her strength and sent a burst of magic towards Katherine's brain. She imagined Katherine's blood vessels going pop over and over again.
Katherine grabbed her head and started groaning. It lasted for about five seconds and then Katherine was fine.
"I've been around a long time, Bonnie. You're gonna have to do better than that."
Suddenly Bonnie was pressed up against the wall, Katherine holding her there by her throat. Reacting instinctively, Bonnie made the door open so Katherine couldn't do anything without exposing herself.
"Nice," the brunette complimented.
"Katherine," a male voice said.
"Stefan."
"Leave her alone," he said firmly.
"Okay," Katherine said easily, letting Bonnie go.
Bonnie watched Katherine walk past Stefan and then Stefan followed the lunatic.
Stefan had arrived at the Lockwood mansion a few minutes before and he'd heard Katherine talking to Bonnie. He'd known it wasn't Elena because Elena hadn't even left her house yet.
Katherine had had Bonnie against the wall, choking her. But she'd let her go when Stefan had told her to.
"What're you doing here?" Stefan asked, following her to the refreshment table.
"After the way you treated me last night I thought a public place would be less violent."
Katherine grabbed a glass of red wine and took a sip.
"You're takin' this a little far, don't you think? Elena could walk in at any moment."
"Mm, but that's part of the fun, Stefan. Damon's here, somewhere. I've been avoiding him."
The brunette picked a cherry from a batch of the fruit and would've eaten it had Matt not walked up to them.
"Hey, guys," Matt said.
"Hi, Matt."
Stefan was surprised that Katherine had slipped into Elena mode so easily, but she sounded exactly like her.
"I, uh, heard that Caroline's doing much better. Her recovery was practically miraculous. You must be so relieved."
"I am," Matt said, nodding. "Thanks, Elena."
Matt walked away, probably going to find Tyler, and then Katherine dropped the Elena act.
"Oh, his eyes are so blue."
"You need to leave now," Stefan said firmly.
"You're hurting my feelings, Stefan," Katherine sing-songed. "Though, to be honest, Damon wasn't that happy to see me either. Then again, he thought I was your girlfriend, so . . ."
"Katherine, I'm not doing this with you."
"Okay. How about we don't have a couple's fight in front of your friends? Walk with me."
"Just tell me what you're doing here."
"Maybe I missed you." Katherine sounded sincere, but Stefan knew she was a master liar. "Is that an acceptable reason?"
Katherine was so different from Elena. Elena had confidence, yes, but Katherine . . . she was dripping with conceit. She was over confident. If Stefan were to look up vanity in the dictionary, Katherine's picture would be right beside it.
"What game are you playing?"
"Why? You wanna play with me?" Katherine asked, grinning, smiling genuinely. Humor was very apparent in her eyes.
Stefan was reminded of why he'd fallen for her charms in 1864. She had a very likable personality when she was in a playful mood.
"I don't know," Stefan said, deciding to play along. "How can I play if I don't know the rules."
"No rules, Stefan. Don't you remember? No rules."
Katherine walked around him and stopped at the entrance. She held her hand out for Stefan to take. Stefan looked at her and shook his head. He walked past her without attempting to grab her hand. All he was thinking was that he had to get Katherine away from everyone. If he upset her, someone innocent would pay the price.
"Looks like the whole town has turned out," Jenna said.
Jeremy, Jenna, and Elena had run into Rebecca, Damon, and Chelsea, and they were talking near the entrance of the Lockwood mansion.
"Yeah, well, he is . . . he was the mayor," Elena said.
"Why don't they save it for the funeral?" Jeremy asked.
"It's what people do," Jenna explained. "The Lockwoods were there for us when we went through this. And it'll be quick. We'll drop off the food, pay our respects, go."
"In and out? Sounds like a plan."
Jenna, who had some kind of casserole in her hands, went to place the dish on a table, and Jeremy went off on his own. Rebecca really wanted to follow him so she took Chelsea from Damon and went after her friend.
Elena had stayed behind to talk to Damon. Damon, who looked a little guilty.
"Hey, how're you doing?" she asked.
"Great, Elena. Walkin' on sunshine. Thanks for asking."
"Damon . . ."
"Elena . . ." he mimicked.
"We should be able to talk about this. Damon, we're close enough now. I really wanna know how you're doing."
She looked up at him with big brown eyes and Damon wondered how in the world he'd thought Katherine had been Elena the other night. Their eyes were so different.
"Okay. We talked, you tried to kiss me. Or I thought you tried to kiss me. Doppelganger high jinks ensued. How do you think I'm doing?"
"I think that you're hurt," Elena said bluntly. "I think you thought I was betraying you and Rebecca."
"I don't get hurt, Elena."
"No, you don't admit that you get hurt. You get angry and you cover it up and then you do something stupid."
Damon wondered why they were having this conversation. Elena hadn't been the one to try to kiss him, so he didn't really understand her place in it. Unless . . .
"You're scared," he accused. "You think Katherine's gonna send me off the deep end, don't you?"
Elena didn't answer, so Damon figured he was speaking the truth.
"I don't need her for that," Damon said. "And why - why is it such a surprise that I thought you would kiss me?"
Elena stared at him blankly.
"I've taken you to a dance, Elena. And . . . taken into context that I thought it was you making the moves the other night . . . a lot of stuff that's happened in the last few weeks took on a different meaning."
"Oh . . ." Elena nodded. "I, uh . . . I guess that makes sense. But I'm with Stefan, Damon. I . . . I wouldn't have . . . and even if Stefan weren't in the picture . . . I would never hurt Rebecca that way."
Damon knew that now, but he hadn't known Katherine was back at the time. He couldn't have known that Elena wasn't the one on the porch. Now that he knew Katherine was back, he needed to find out why she'd been trying to kiss him in the first place.
Was it just a game, or did she want something from him?