1Okay, I'm switching this up a bit....I'm in a weird mood tonight so not sure where this is for sure going but I have some ideas... it's DEF going to be tying into my Denise & Jack story, so there MAY be a Denise and Getty relationship but there might just be friendship.... I don't know yet.. I will say there is NO MAC relationship...we are safe there... he's cute but too young.!

The air rushed around her like it was trying to swallow her whole as she followed the winding road around the lake. Feeling the rush of being carefree and wild for the moment made her smile. She laughed as they came to a straight stretch and the man following her passed to gain the lead. She could hear him laughing in the headpiece as he waived at her.

"Show off." She spoke to him through her mic.

"Come on, I know a great place up ahead." Getty motioned with his hand.

"Great place for what?" She laughed.

"This and that." He answered as he slowed his motorcycle for a left turn.

"I think I'll just head back Getty." Her safe side was taking over again.

"No, it's a café Denise." He answered as he pulled to a stop in front of a small out of the way café.

"This and That. Cute." She laughed as she stopped beside him and removed her helmet.

"Had you worried didn't I?" He smirked.

"Yes you did actually." He held the door open for her as she entered the café.

As she found a table and sat down, she stole a glance at the man sitting further down the isle of tables. He was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, short regulation haircut and had a black leather jacket and helmet next to him in the booth. He glanced up from his coffee cup and smiled at her. Her dark eyes twinkled as she met his blue ones and smiled back.

"Coffee?" A young woman asked as they sat down at the table.

"Please." Getty turned his cup over for her to fill.

"Ice tea please?" Denise asked her laughing quietly as the young woman nodded but kept her eyes on Getty.

As Denise browsed the menu, she caught Getty's eyes drifting back to the waitress. She smiled and shook her head. Men, they are all the same. Put a cute girl in front of any of them and they melt like butter. She glanced again over Getty's shoulder at the handsome man facing her, watching her. When the waitress filled his cup, he thanked her but never let his eyes leave Denise.

"I'll have a Chef Salad please, ranch dressing, with a little extra cheese on the side?" Getty placed his order.

"BLT with seasoned french fries please. White bread. Do you have pink sauce?" Denise asked as the waitress smiled and nodded yes.

I didn't take you as a BLT kind of girl."

"If they are made right, they are excellent. It's always a test to see who makes the best one." She laughed.

As the waitress served the mysterious man at the other table, she noticed he was having the same exact thing she ordered. Strange she thought. Most men don't go for BLT's these days. Either they were healthy salad men, or flat out give me meat type of men. She watched as he took a bite, then suddenly gave her a thumbs up and pointed to his plate. She laughed as Getty turned to see what was so amusing.

"Friend of yours?" He asked.

"Nope, never seen him before. At least I don't think so. He seems familiar though." She searched her mind for a tall, handsome man on a.... She glanced out the window at the only other bike in the parking lot... Harley. Of course, he's a Harley man, DOH~!

"So where do we go from here Denise?" Getty became serious.

"Back to town?" She answered and moved her tea as their food was delivered.

"I meant with us. There's something, I can feel it. I know you can too. That kiss..."

"Happened. Im not going to say it didn't. However, im still married Getty, I can't kiss you even though the feelings I feel for you are there. I need time to sort this out." She said as fast as she could and then took a bite of her sandwich praying to God he heard her word for word and didn't ask her to repeat it.

"Denise..." He started.

"Please can we just eat and ride and enjoy a friendship?" She asked.

"There's more to this isn't there?" He asked.

"Stop analyzing it so deep. It happened okay? Move on, we won't let the situation happen again. I... I can't do this Getty. I feel like I have already cheated on my husband by the feelings and the kiss. I acted in the hallway and I should not of. When I walked out that door I should of kept going."

"But you didn't."

"No, I didn't. I paused to catch my breath, then you opened the door and all hell broke loose."

"The hospital is buzzing by now im sure." He laughed.

"Oh you can count on that." She had finished her meal and pushed the plate to the side. Watching him carefully, she frowned. "Please understand Getty. It can't happen again. Friends. That's all we can be."

"Do you love him?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I love him, he's my husband." She was becoming mad now.

"Anyone can have a marriage Denise. The question is DO you love him?" He asked.

Denise leaned back against the red cushioned seat and looked around the café. Anyone can have a marriage. She had never thought about it that close. She loved Frank, she did, but it seemed lately they had drifted further away from each other than ever. The same things they had in common so many years ago were totally different now. When had it happened? Why had it happened?

"I thought I did." She whispered and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Don't change Denise. Promise me that. Just stay the same laughing, fun and crazy Denise I know. It looks good on you." He answered as he stood and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Ill try." She whispered as he walked away to pay the bill.

She glanced again at the Harley man walking by the table and smiled as he winked. "Damn." She quietly cursed herself. "I like Harley's."

She watched the man place his helmet on his head and straddle the bike. He started it and sat there for just one more moment, staring back at her. With a gentle wave, he pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the city.

"I need a vacation. I need a tribe meeting. I need....a vacation at Betty's!" She grabbed her jacket and helmet and headed out the door, bound and determined to figure this out tonight, so help her God.