Amanda's heart leapt for joy when the elevators opened and she caught sight of William Abbott strolling across the lobby, as if he were in absolutely no hurry at all. For a brief second she flattered herself thinking maybe he left hoping she'd follow, but for all he knew, she could still be in the meeting with Devon and Jill, deflecting attention away from her appearance while arguing her case in between. And besides when he left abruptly she got the distinct impression it was because he no longer wanted to be in her presence. He certainly wasn't moving like he had an important errand to run. He left the penthouse to get away from her.

"William!" She called out and he stopped dead in his tracks, but did not turn around. She could see him shake his head-probably in exasperation when he realized she was on his tail. Her heels click-clacked on the marble flooring as she hustled to catch up. He only turned fully around to face her when she was right up on him.

"I'm sorry, but have we met?" he asked, his face expressionless. He was a great actor. Anyone passing by would think they were truly strangers.

"Okay, I deserve that." Amanda responded, out of breath from her dash across the lobby. "I just wanted to thank you for not saying anything about last night. You could have really blown up my spot. Not that last night or my resemblance to this Hilary person makes any difference. If the pages of the will are fake then they're fake and…"

"I'm really not interested in hearing another recitation of your claims against my friend, so I'll be on my way. You enjoy the rest of your day." He turned to leave.

Amanda grabbed his arm. "Wait, I just ran half a mile in heels to catch up with you. The least you can do is give me a minute."

"Funny you should say that because I would have given you all the time in the world if you'd stuck around this morning." His eyes narrowed. "Frankly, I'm surprised you're admitting that was you with me last night...Ms Sinclair or do you have another alias?"

Amanda felt her entire body become tense. Handling Devon and Jill had been easier. With them she could use logic and the law, but when it came to personal matters, she sucked. "Of course it was me. It couldn't very well have been Hilary Curtis with you that's for sure since she's dead." Leave it to her to say the most insensitive thing imaginable.

William shook his head and without responding started to walk away again. Amanda click-clacked behind him trying to keep up. "William, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that. And I'm sorry for leaving the way I did this morning. I woke up and didn't know what to do, and I had this case to prepare for. I didn't want a whole awkward morning after thing between us. I thought it would be best if I just left. I should have said something to you or left a note or something. It wasn't right and I am sorry."

William stopped walking again so abruptly she almost bumped into him. He faced her giving her a slow once over from the top of her perfectly coiffed hair down to her black pumps. "That's a reasonable explanation. Apology accepted," he said.

Amanda let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "Thank you," she said. "So we're good?"

"We are most definitely good," he nodded, his gaze roaming over her again in a way that made Amanda's body flush with heat. She expected him to continue walking, but instead he stayed put. "Hey, can I give you a ride somewhere?" he asked, surprising her.

A family made up of two adults and three kids came into the lobby just then and bought with them activity and laughter. Amanda smiled wistfully at the children. A boy and two girls. The perfect family she'd have one day as soon as she found Mr. Perfect.

"Amanda?" Billy said, jolting her out of her mini daydream. "Can I give you a lift?"

"Oh no, that's alright I just want to go somewhere to decompress after that super intense meeting. Not to mention I'm still a bit hungover. I was just going to get a cab and tell them to drop me at the nearest coffee house."

"I can take you to a great coffee house."

"I don't want you to go out of your way."

Billy chuckled.

"What's so funny."

"You reminded me of something you said last night."

Last night. She still couldn't remember a thing after the lights went out. While Amanda had to admit she was very glad to run into Billy again under better-well not necessarily better since the scene in Devon Hamilton's pent house was completely bizarre-but at least less sordid circumstances. At least they were both completely clothed and not in a seedy motel room after doing God only knows what. Most likely, the best case scenario was she made a complete idiot out of herself. Worst case scenario, they had sex.

Amanda backed away from him a few paces and waved her hand. "Well, it was nice seeing you again, William. I'm glad we were able to clear up that little misunderstanding. I'll get a cab, it's really no problem."

"Come on. You'll be waiting forever for a cab. Meanwhile you could be having the best coffee in Genoa City in fifteen minutes."

Amanda couldn't help but to smile. She liked Billy alot. Even when she gave him the fake name last night she liked him. Pranking and teasing were sometimes the way she flirted when she really felt comfortable with a guy. Another red flag that should have told her Ripley was not the man for her. Ripley had no sense of humor at all.

"The best coffee in Genoa City?" Amanda put a finger on her chin. "Since you're not offering mediocre or so-so coffee, that must mean you truly have forgiven me for the fake name, running out this morning and any other wrong doings I racked up over the last 12 hours."

"Well that's interesting I didn't think a woman as driven as you would admit to being wrong and even apologize. From my experience those are rare qualities."

"Please don't make the mistake of thinking you know all there is to know about me based on what you saw in Devon Hamilton's penthouse just now. I have layers."

"So I noticed last night."

Amanda thought of the way she woke up. In bra, panties and his t-shirt. Heat blossomed in her chest and rose up to her face. She stared down at her shoes, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. Then a sudden pain erupted in her calf, "Ouch,' she leaned down to massage her leg causing her bag to slide off of her shoulder and onto the floor.

"What's wrong?" Billy asked, his voice laced with concern. He leaned over to touch her shoulder.

"I think it's a muscle cramp. I should not have been running in these shoes."

"Can you put weight on it?"

Amanda straightened her back and attempted to take a step, but pain surged up her leg again.

"That settles it,"Billy said. "You're definitely coming with me." Without another word, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her out to his car.