I felt completely responsible and it was another strike in my book against the man who had fathered me.

"Stop." Randy stuck his finger to my lips. "Not tonight." Bringing up his abrupt demotion didn't interest him and I could not understand how he could be so wonderful to me. He should have been angry with me for the same reasons I was angry with myself. I had run off, leaving him to feel the brunt of Vince's guilt and grief stricken anger.

Randy seemed to have really missed me. He held me close on the dance floor of a club that Eve had insisted I go to with her. He nuzzled his chin in the nook of my neck and when I caught his reflection in the glass behind us, his eyes were closed and he seemed to be taking in the scent of my hair.

I had no experience with love except for what I had seen in movies, but it seemed like Randy was exhibiting all the signs of being in love with me. Still, I didn't see how it was possible. Perhaps he felt something for me, but it couldn't be love because love involved one's entire heart and part of his still belonged to his ex.

I sipped my drinks that night. I didn't want to be drunk. I wanted to enjoy and remember the way his kiss felt and how his hands touched me. I wanted to make sure that my memories where accurate. I just wish Randy had done the same because when he trapped me against the wall and traced his fingertips under the short, black dress I had worn, I began to suspect that he wouldn't have done the same if he was sober.

The good girl in me would have done the right thing and stopped him. I should have helped him into a car and taken him home. I should have politely refused him and then helped him into bed. Yet, knowing all the right things to do, I assumed the predator's role and I helped to ignite the fire inside of him. I traced his body over his shirt. I took my time and watched his every reaction closely. I wanted to learn him. I wanted to know what turned him on.

I kissed his neck and that seemed to be the point that drove him off the edge because he kissed me with a hard passion that took my breath away and then took my hand. I was nearly running to keep up with the speed he used to get out of that club.

Our making out continued in the taxi like lost souls that had just found each other for the first time after traveling from two parallel points of the earth. Our lust drawn to each other like magnets to metal. His lips didn't part from mine as he paid the driver and they did not pause longer than it took for us to exit the vehicle.

Inside the RV he picked me up and carried me into his room and our clothes fell away. The moment was romantic and nothing like the drunken stupor in which we had first fallen with.

He entered me gently. His eyes always locked on mine. His hands constantly roamed and I felt wave after wave or heat and chills all at the same time.

I slept in a deep peace until my phone woke me. It was right beside me and I didn't have to try and move Randy's draped arm.

"Hello?

"Abbi, we need to talk."

"Why Vince?" I snapped.

"Just get on your computer for a video conference." I could hear the growl in his voice and it didn't appeal to me at all especially after his abandonment, but I moaned and did what he asked. Otherwise he would bug me all day and I wanted to get it over with so I could spend my remaining time with Randy.

I didn't move more than it took for me to maneuver Randy's laptop from the side table. I turned it on and logged on with my own screen name. But I have to admit that I partly stayed beside Randy out of spite. I knew Vince would see him lying next to me and he would not be happy.

"Really? Orton, Abbi?" he mouthed first thing. "I don't like it."

"You don't have to. What did you want?"

"This is what I wanted." He snapped. "I want you to stay away from Orton. He's bad news."

"Or what, Vince? I don't think you could demote him any further." I snapped back. "How could you do that? You have had nothing to do with me all my life and now you want to but in. Well, I don't need you to tell me who I should and should like."

"Randy's current position has nothing to do with you, although it didn't help matters. Is that the reason he gave you? That right there should tell you what kind of a man he is because he was taken out of the ring because he failed another wellness test. He's lucky I didn't' fire him."

"It's just pot, Vince. It's not really a big deal. Those guys are in so much pain …." I tried to appeal to him.

"It's not weed, Abbi. He's on much much more and he's usually drunk. Honestly, I need him in the ring, but I think rehab is where he'll end up first and I care about you. And I'm telling you to stay away from him before he does something to hurt you like he did his ex."

I had no idea what Vince meant, but I wasn't going to let him tell me what to do.
"You've always been good at staying out of my life, why don't you just keep doing it."