CHAPTER 2

"How did she sound when you told her I saw Dean and that he was moving back to Boston?" Seth asked his wife.

"She seemed...shocked. Surprised. Her eyes were looking everywhere except at me. She rapidly gathered her stuff and was leaving. I told her I was sorry for upsetting her, but she said I didn't. I don't know whether to believe her or not."

Seth walked over to his wifes side and pulled her into a one-arm hug. "Give her time, Shannon. Give it time to sink in," he said before placing a kiss on the side of her head. *DING*

"Oh. Supper's ready."

Shannon retrieved the oven mitts hanging above the sink. She went to put them on but Seth volunteered to take the eggplant parmesan out of the oven for her cause he 'didn't want those pretty little arms to get burned'. She gladly gave him the oven mitts and he took over. He opened the oven door and pulled out the meal, then sat it on the counter as Shannon closed the door to the oven. Seth let his nose take in the aroma of the decadent dish that his wife had prepared for supper that night.

"Smell delicious. You've outdone yourself yet again."

"Why, thank you, baby."

"You're welcome, baby. I'm afraid I might eat too much yet again."

"Oh, stop."

"Well, your cooking is so dad-blasted good I may need to start exercising to keep up this figure for my lovely lady."

"Who's your lovely lady? Do I know her?"

"Ha-ha. Very funny." Seth placed a kiss to the tip of Shannon's nose. "There is no other lovely lady in my life than you. And, of course, my mom."

"Okay."

Seth leaned in and loving kissed Shannon on the lips. He had her pushed against the pantry door, kissing her even more passionately when the doorbell rang.

Seth growled playfully. "I should have send out a notice to cancel the dinner tonight."

"Kayla's here. I'd better go let her in."

"We shall pick up where we left off later on tonight," he said wiggling his eyebrows. Seth began to walk out of the kitchen. "I had better go look for our other guest."

Shannon walked to the front door to let Kayla into the house.

"Come on in."

"Thanks, Shannon."

Kayla stepped inside as Shannon shut the door. "Where's Seth?"

"Oh, he's here."

"Well, he'd better be here if he wants his 6-pack of Miller Lite. And I bought these flowers for you too."

"Kayla, there beautiful. I love pink roses. I told you you didn't have to bring anything."

"When someone invites me over for supper and tells me not to bring anything, I respectfully disobey."

"Well, thank you. I'd better go find Seth."

"Is there any room in the fridge so this could get cold?"

"Bottom shelf by the milk."

Kayla walked into the kitchen to place the Miller Lite in the refrigerator. She saw the eggplant parmesan on the counter and sniffed.

"Mmm. That smells good."

Kayla saw a 4x6 picture of her, Shannon, Seth, and Dean when they were younger, hanging on the freezer door. She smiled at the memories of the 4 of them. Club DKS. She shook her head thinking how she missed those days. She opened the door to the fridge and placed the beer inside. She shut the door and turned around and was startled.

"OH!"

"WHOA!" the man yepled taking a step back. "I'm sorry, Kayla. I didn't mean to startle you."

"SHANNON! SETH!"

Kayla tried to run around the ottoman in the kitchen only to have this stranger block her path.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! No need to scream, Kayla."

"SHANNON!"

She tried to run the opposite direction, but the man blocked her there too.

"Will you just calm down and listen to me for a moment, please?"

"Who are you? How do you know Seth and Shannon? How do you know me?!"

"Just settle down and let me explain."

Kayla tried running again only to be grabbed from behind and taken down to the floor. Kayla grunted and struggled, trying to break free, but he would not release her. He had her on his back, his legs pinned on top of hers. He had her hands pinned above her head.

"GET OFF ME!"

Shannon and Seth walked into the room and were shocked to see what was transpiring.

"Just shup up and listen to me, Kayla, okay? Relax! It's me! Dean Ambrose!"

Kayla stopped moving. She panted heavily. Dean Ambrose? No, it couldn't be. He had longer hair the last time she saw him and he was clean shaven. This guy had short hair, a bit of scruff and...those eyes. Those blue eyes. It was those blue eyes she fell in love with many years ago. Although his appearance had changed, she recognized those blue eyes anywhere.

"Dean..." Kayla whispered before she blacked out on the floor.