Emilene stopped when she saw the pretty copper haired brunette come out of Tom's room. The girl had a huge smirk across her heavily made up face; her eyes didn't leave the girl as she came closer. The brunette pushed the button on the elevator and turned to Emilene.

"Is it still raining outside? I knew I should have brought a coat or something." The girl snidely remarked, eyeing Emilene up and down. "You better change out of those clothes, before you get sick. We wouldn't want that."

That pissed Emilene off, she eyed the girl down and scoffed at her. "Perhaps you should have worn something, before coming outside."

She heard the brunette mutter something nasty under her breath as she entered the elevator.

Emilene stood in front of Tom's door, this time she didn't know whether to pound the door down and scream at him, or to knock and ask what his problem was. She didn't care; she started to pound on his door. A few seconds went by and he didn't answer, so she pounded again. This time a door did open, behind her stood Bill looking half asleep.

"Emma? Emma! You are soaked! Please come in and let me get you some towels so you can dry yourself!" Bill went to her and tried to turn her around.

"No." she replied coldly.

"What? But you will get sick!"

She turned to face Bill and he saw anger covered her face. "Emma what is wrong?"

"What is wrong? What is WRONG?! Your DAMN brother just had some… some brunette in his room. He couldn't even wait until I was gone to have her come over!"

She was screaming now, her anguish could be heard through her sobs. Bill pulled her into a tight hug; inside he was angry with Tom. Angry because a nice girl came along and Tom found a way to screw it up. Bill knew that Tom would not know what he lost, Bill was jealous. Not of Tom, but that someone like Emma would open herself up, just to be hurt. After what she went through as a child, she didn't deserve it. Bill had some choice words for Tom, but for now they would have to wait until the morning.

A soft sound of a door unlocking was heard behind the two, and Tom stood in his doorway.

"What is going on Bill?" Tom looked at his brother while rubbing his eyes.

Bill spun around with Emilene sobbing in his arms. "Care to explain why you had some brunette walk out of your room just now?"

Tom's hand dropped from his eye. She saw her leave? He didn't even know how to begin.

"Well while you sit there and come up with an excuse, Emma happened to see her leave your room. You are ridiculous Tom, do you know that?"

Tom's hands balled into fists. Bill was right; he was not only ridiculous, but also pathetic. There wasn't anything he could say the make things right. "I… I am sorry. She called and…"

"Cut the crap Tom, its not me you need to apologize too." The twins' eyes both lowered to Emilene.

She pushed herself away from Bill and looked straight at Tom. "I don't want you to ever contact me again. You disgust me."

She turned and made her way back to the elevator, ignoring Tom's pleas for her to come back. She ignored the stares in the hotel lobby as she walked by, she knew she looked a mess, her hair wet and matted against her face, her clothes soaking wet against her skin and her make up running down her face. She walked back out into the rain and made the six-block walk home.

Bill couldn't look at his twin, he was so angry at him and how he treated women. But this time it really struck a nerve, Emma was someone special and Tom didn't deserve her.

"Bill, I didn't… I mean…"

Bill raised up his hand. "Save it Tom, make sure you are up and ready for the drive to the airport. We have to be there by noon."

Bill turned on his heel and walked back into is room, slamming the door behind him as he entered. He went back into his bedroom and got back under the warm covers. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed his cell phone.

I don't want our friendship to go sour because of this. If you ever want to talk you know how to reach me. – Bill

Tom couldn't believe that Emma came back and worse of all, ran into Bridgett. He wanted to run after Emma and tell her that Bridgett didn't mean anything to him. That her skin wasn't soft like Emma's, how her hair didn't have the faint smell of coconut and that her kisses were not a sweet vanilla like hers. He wanted Emma back with him; he wanted to make it right. But now he realized the consequence of his actions, he couldn't sleep with this on his conscience. He knew he broke her fragile heart and it pained him. But could he really not go and continue to fulfill his sexual desires? He knew he had some serious contemplating to do and didn't know if he was up for the challenge.