Hope looked over at Chelsea, a knowing grin on her face. She raised an eyebrow, "So, did you have a good time while we were gone?" "Hope, he showed up late last night, drunk out of his mind. He passed out on the couch. Nothing happened." Chelsea hurried to explain. "Chels, calm down. I'm not mad and I'm certainly not going to judge either of you. I've known for a while now that Daniel has feelings for you." Hope told her softly, not wanting Bo to overhear their discussion. "You did? When did you find out?" Chelsea questioned her. "I've had a hunch ever since you were released from the hospital, when he dropped you as a patient." "Oh," Chelsea mumbled. "Chels, a word of advice though…" Hope started, walking over to Chelsea, "Be careful and take it slow, okay. If he truly makes you happy, then I'll support you fully. I know your father isn't going to like this, but quite frankly, it's none of his business. He and I are quite a few years apart and Lord knows we overcame our fair share of challenges to be together. If Daniel's really what you want and you think you can make each other happy, then go for it." "Thank you so much Hope," Chelsea said as she hugged her tightly. Bo walked out of the kitchen, holding Hopes tea, "What's this all about?" shooting a grin at them. "Nothing Brady, we were just having some girl talk," Hope replied with a chuckle. "Yeah, girl talk, dad." Chelsea said as she grinned at Hope.

"Ok, I have some things I need to take care of today, so I'm going to go get dressed." Chelsea told them, turning towards the stairs. "Shouldn't you be resting?" Bo questioned her. "Dad, if I spend anymore time 'resting,' you're going to have to commit me." she told him as she rolled her eyes playfully. "Seriously, I need to go talk to Grandma Kate, she told me she might have a job opening that I would be interested in." "Alright, I suppose we'll let ya out of the house for that," Bo said with a chuckle. "Thanks dad," she laughed and went up the stairs to her room.

The humidity from the previous nights storm still hung heavily in the air as Daniel hurried down the drive away from the Brady home. His head was swimming with memories of last night and the events of this morning. He walked down the damp sidewalk lost in his thoughts. He felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. She knew how he felt now and they could move forward. But he had to take things slowly. He still had some doubts and concerns in the back of his mind that just wouldn't go away. First of all there was the age thing, he was almost twice her age. Not to mention the fact that she had been his patient. Chelsea obviously didn't care about these things, but they still bothered him a bit. What if she was just infatuated with him because he had saved her life. Or because he was a 'hot shot' doctor. No, he thought, he remembered the way she had looked at him that day in the park. Before she had even known who he was, he had seen the twinkle in her eyes. He knew she was the woman he was meant to be with. He just needed to trust his heart. But he wasn't sure he could. He had trusted it last time and look at the way it had ended. Daniel shook his head, no that wasn't his fault. He had done everything in his power to save Rebecca. He had called in favor after favor, trying to find something, anything that would save her. It just wasn't meant to be.

Daniel finally looked up and realized he had arrived at the Salem Inn. He walked in and went up to his room. He sat down on the large bed and rubbed his face. He let out a low moan, he couldn't stop thinking about her. She had invaded every part of his brain and of course, his heart. "Alright Jonas, pull it together, you've got to get to work," he muttered to himself. Daniel showered, dressed and got ready for work. He needed to talk to Lexie. He was finally prepared to stay put for a while. Accepting the job offer was the first step towards settling down and it scared the hell of out of him. But he knew Chelsea would be there for him, she would help him thru this. She had been able to do what no other woman had, convince him to stop running. He couldn't bare the thought of not having her around. He couldn't bare the thought of never seeing her smile at him with the joy and desire in her eyes. He couldn't bare the thought of never hearing her laugh again. And of course there were the kisses. He could no longer deny the passion, desire or electricity he felt when they kissed or were even in close proximity to each other. He finally felt alive. After so many years of just 'surfing' thru life, he actually had something to look forward to when he woke up in the morning.