PART NINETEEN: Talk

Yes, she felt same in his arms. Yes, she loved the feeling of his skin against hers. Yes, she wanted him. But she was also a woman who had learn to count only in herself. She had been burned by love. More times than one. She got used to keep it all to herself. She was not the kind person who would share her life.

"Lou… " she looked up at him.

"I'm not asking anything too difficult, am I?"

"Does it real matter?" her question got nothing but silence "Can't we just enjoy what we are having right now? No talk about the past?" once she got silence as her only reply. "But no, there was no one after you."

"Is it that hard? Talk about the past… talk about your life?"

"We have been through this before. And we ended up fighting."

"We fought because you wouldn't talk, Catherine!" he said as he got up from his seat. "You didn't tell me how about when you were kidnapped! You never mentioned that you own a share your father's hotel! And you'd probably never tell me you were leaving for DC if I hadn't caught you saying it! You'd hardly talk about your daughters unless I'd ask you! I'd either find out things through other people or because it would show up in a case! You don't talk! It's not a hard thing to do!" he had rose his voice without even noticing.

"We have been through this, Lou. I don't know why. I just… I'm not the type of person to go around talking about her life. "

"I'm not asking you to go around talking about life. I just want you to share your life with. I want to be part of your life. I want to feel I'm actually part of your life and not just some another guy."

"Do you really think you were just another guy?"

"How should I know? You don't talk!"

This time she didn't say a word. Somehow she knew he was right. Her actions were cutting him out of her life.

"And I foolish believed we could actually have a second chance." he picked his car keys and left.

Catherine stood staring at the door unsure what had just happened. The only thing she was sure of was that he had left. He just left.

She woke up the next morning only to find his side of bed the empty. His side. She wasn't sure there were sides after all. She got up and walked towards the kitchen only to find the Detective that was hunting her mind sleeping in the couch.

She made two cups of coffee and stand down next to him. He woke up when felt her weight in the couch and the smell of fresh coffee.

"You got me worried last night."

"Yeah… right" he said as he accepted the cup of coffee she was offering him.

"You could have slept in the bed. It's your house. I'd have slept in the couch."

"I gotta get to work so if you excuse me I have to go get a shower."

He was cold. He was heartless cold. But she couldn't blame him. He wanted to be part of her life. He had made it clear. This time there were no read in between lines. He had actually said those words "I want to be part of your life". And she had pushed him away. Again.