Saturday 4 am

LAINEY and Ned moved to the bed in the middle of the night. His hands moved lightly over her skin dragging her into a sensual haze. She started to forget all her fears, all her doubts, all the reasons she was afraid to love.

She started to open her heart a little bit more.

Later she woke up alone. She could hear a guitar strumming in some other part of the gatehouse. Wrapped in a blanket, she wandered downstairs.

Lainey could hear him softly singing, "Because she is the sweetest thing, the sweetest thing, my god she is the sweetest thing..."

"Hey there," she whispered when she saw him on the couch.

"Hey gorgeous," he gave her a sexy grin. "You caught me. I'm working on a song for you."

"Can I hear it?"

"One day, I promise. Come here."

She went to the couch and into his arms. His mouth found hers.

"Lainey," he said in a ragged breath "tell me you don't regret this... any of it."

"I will never regret you, Ned." And with her lips she did her best to make him believe.

(Then you reached into my heart
and you found the melody.


And if there ever was somebody
who made me believe in me,
it was you.
It was you.

It was your song that made me sing.


It was your voice that gave me wings.


And it was your light that shined
guiding my heart

to find
this place where I

belong.


It was your song.) ( Garth Brooks)

Saturday 4 30 am

MILO didn't really ever think someone like Emily would notice him. He didn't think he was handsome enough or interesting in any way compared to a prince or a internationally known mob boss.

But when she looked in his eyes, like she was now, he forget to feel not good enough.

She made him feel a million times more than he knew he was.

It was late at night, neither of them knew what time it was because her apartment had no clock. Which was fine because there was no electricity to power it anyway.

He held her in his arms on the blanket on the floor, with a candle burning low nearby.

They had shared a few kisses the night before and some more today but now they were just talking, softly, in the dark about hopes and dreams and what ifs.

"What if," Emily asked "you could live anywhere in the world? Where would it be?"

"Next door to you."

"Such a charmer," she told him in her low and flirty voice. He loved when she said those words in that way.

"Seriously, Em, why would I want to be anywhere else?"

She blinked back tears and thought, God I am sliding into this too fast. But I can't resist him. I just can't...

"Milo?"

"Yes?"

"Are you afraid of love?"

"Uh..."

"Because I am. I am afraid of loving anyone again. Even someone perfect like you."

"I'm not perfect."

"That is for me to decide."

Long moments passed, she rested her head on his chest and just tried to not think too much.

He finally said, "No, Em, I'm not afraid."

"Will you be able to be brave enough for both of us?"

"It's my job."

She begged him, her words a plea, "Be serious."

"If that is what you need, then yes, I will be brave for you and me both."

Emily looked up again, gazing at him with so much of her heart in her eyes that Milo could not help but kiss her again.

Later they fell asleep, fully clothed, wrapped in each other's arms on a hard wood floor.

(Dreams can come true
with God's great angels like you


It was your song
It was your song
It's always been your song) ( Garth Brooks)

SUNDAY 11 am

Emily was saying good bye to Milo in the hallway when a woman came up the stairs and called out, "Hey My My."

Emily gave her a who the hell are you look.

Milo smiled at the stranger. "How you doing, Mellie?"

"Better now that you are here." She beamed at him.

"Melana Carson meet Emily Quatermaine. She just moved in Patrick's old place."

Emily shook her hand, trying hard to appear pleasant but her smile was strained.

"You'll love it here," Melana said "The building is full of hot guys like Milo."

"Hmm," is all Emily said.

Melana took her keys out of her purse and said, "Well I have to get going. I just came home to change before I go for a run. You want to join me?"

She looked right at Milo, ignoring Emily.

"Not today," he answered "But thanks for thinking of me."

Melana smiled at him in a way that made it clear she thought of him often. When she was gone Emily whispered to Milo, "She was flirting with you!"

"That's just her personality."

"She wants you."

Milo shrugged.

Emily couldn't believe this. Someone wanted her Milo. That perky brunette jogger was out to steal her man.

Oh hell no, she thought.


Noon

Pete knocked on Patrick's hotel room door. When his best friend opened it, Pete cried "Help!"

"Are you sick?"

"Yes. I'm afflicted." Pete walked in.

"Then you should be at the hospital. Or is this a Pete freak out based on nothing?"

"I take offense."

"So what did you do? Watch the discovery channel again and decide you have a rare but fatal disease? I told you to delete that channel."

Patrick picked up a nerf ball and started shooting at a basketball hoop he had hooked on top of the bathroom door.

"It's not that this time. It's..." Pete looked around like the cops were about to bust in and arrest him. Then he whispered, "love."

"Love?" Patrick whispered the word back. "Since when do you talk or even think about love?"

"I caught it."

"It's not like a cold," Patrick said

"Well I never had it till I came to this town. I think it was going around at the Charity Ball and I caught it."

Patrick threw the nerf ball and hit Pete in the head. "That was a dumb ass thing to do," Patrick told him.

Pete let out a breath. "And the worse part is... man, I don't want to get cured."

Patrick's mouth dropped. This was worse than he thought.

Coming up- Emily wants Jason and Milo to bond. The whole idea makes Jason's head hurt.