"Kris, I love you, and you know that. I know you love Junior, and always will; but at least think about us since you can't have Junior."
"Is that what you really want?" Kris questioned, laying down.
"Yeah, I do," Matt assured her. "Even if you don't love me best, at least I can have you."
"Matt, you don't want to always be second best. You want a girl who loves you more than anyone." Kris shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't be with you." Matt got up from his spot, and suddenly kissed Kris. She tried forcing him off, but he wouldn't allow her.
"Matt!" A sudden voice entered the mix. Matt pulled away to see Pablo glaring at him. "I don't know what you're trying to do, but when a lady pushes you away, it usually means that she's not interested." Matt, reddening from embarrassment by the second, left the room immediately, making his way downstairs.
"You ok?" Pablo questioned, taking a seat next to her.
"Yeah," Kris assured him. "Exciting day."
"He'll get over it," Pablo stated as though reading her mind. "He'll realize that you're not interested, and then move on. It's what guys do."
"Just like Junior," Kris added.
"What did you tell him?" Pablo questioned. Kris looked at him for a moment. "Matt said that he was upset…"
"Oh." Kris didn't know how to explain it to Pablo. "You said you wouldn't ask questions about what happened over the past year."
"So this is about what happened over the past year?" Pablo inquired.
"No," Kris insisted. "It's about what I told Junior about the last year."
"Did you lie to him?" Kris avoided eye contact. "Lies only lead to more, Kris."
"No, this one ends it. He'll never speak to me again."
"Is that what you want?" She bit her bottom lip before speaking.
"Yeah," It was more to assure herself more so than Pablo. "Now I can focus on the ranch, and getting my jockeys license back, and-"
"Let's just worry about getting you healed," Pablo joked, patting her belly lightly. It stung slightly, but she hid it with a laugh.
"Maybe I can take Flame for a light ride tomorrow?" Kris questioned, hope in her voice. Pablo grinned.
"You'll have to come over to the Davis' with me to see him, and I'm not sure that you should be riding in your condition-"
"Don't even start, Pablo," Kris instructed. "I won't have anyone babying me become of some stupid injury."
"Kris, you almost died." There was tension in the air.
"But I didn't." Pablo smiled again.
"You camp girls never die." Kris smirked.
"Darn shame." Pablo took Kris' hands and lifted her up from the bed. Together, they walked downstairs to find Jean in the kitchen.
"Where'd Matt go?" Pablo asked.
"To talk to Junior," Jean explained. Kris let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, Kris, I'm sorry."
"No," Kris assured her. "It's not even about Junior. It's just that I was thinking about Wildfire."
Kris excused herself from the room, explaining that she needed a bit of fresh air. However, once she was sure that she was out of sight, she burst into a run. Junior would tell Matt, Matt would tell Jean and Pablo, Jean and Pablo would fire Kris.
Kris found herself staggering the further she ran, but she had to get to Junior and Matt before Junior told him.
"Please don't give up on me," she begged her body, feeling the stitches beginning to rip open. "I need this. I need this more than anything." Kris forced herself to continue on; despite her wounds breaking open, despite her vision becoming hazy, despite her feet losing their steadiness.
Kris couldn't see anything, her vision was black. "Don't pass out," she commanded herself. She was grasping for dear life to a fence which she couldn't identify. "Dang it, Junior doesn't even live on Davis anymore!" She inwardly scolded herself for being so forgetful. She'd run off in a hurry, without thinking twice about what could happen to her. All she wanted to do was stop Matt from finding out the lie that she'd told Junior.