"Just come visit me, Stupid!" Shannon practically yelled into the phone.

Kris chuckled as her sister lost her cool yet again. Sometimes she worried about her little nephew because of his mom's inability to deal with stressful situations for a long period of time. Shannon was frustrated with Kris. She was obviously confused as to what her next step might be and Shannon figured that sitting in her crummy apartment was going to bring her any revelations.

"Alright, Kris, you need to listen to me. Sitting on your beaten up couch is doing nothing for you. Right now, you need a change of scenery, a new job pool. Please, for the love of God, pack up your S-H-I-T and get you're A-S-S over here."

"Shannon, that kid is going to be the best damn speller in the world when he grows up. Alright, I give. I'll book a flight and get there as soon as possible. We can have girl nights and do each others hair and makeup and watch "Under the Tuscan Sun"."

"That's more like it kid. I'll see you when you get here. Matt's gonna flip. I win the bet we had going!"

"Who was going to get me on an airplane first? Real mature guys. I love you and I'm on the internet as we speak looking at flights. How about a 7:30 flight into Heathrow?"

"That is perfect. I love you and be safe. Call me with more details! Bye!"

"Bye Shan, love you."

The next couple of days before Kris' flight to England flew by. She got extended vacation leave, stopped her mail, and tried to calm her fraying nerves as she prepared to fly several thousand miles above the ground, over and ocean, in a hollow metal bird.

Even the misty air felt classy. Heathrow Airport lived up to every expectation and so did the accents. As promised, Shannon stood off in a corner waiting for her little sister.

"KRIS! Oh my God! You look fantastic! The way you sounded I expected something like a bag lady!"

"My dear Shannon, I have missed you. Haha, but seriously, I'm exhausted. I need sleep pronto."

Shannon and Kris took a cab from the airport back to Shannon's townhouse. It was quaint and tastefully decorated, just like Shannon. A tiny little boy peered through the glass at the door. Upon seeing the two women, he shyly fled from his post. Kris and Shannon walked in. A woman in her 60's greeted Shannon, promising her that Ben was lovely and no trouble at all. She smiled at Kris and then left.

"Kris, there's someone I want you to meet. Ben, say hello to Aunt Kris."

Kris knelt down to be eye level with Ben.

"Aunt Kris, Mommy says that you're depressed and we need to help you feel better," he said as he clung to his mother's legs.

Kris looked up at Shannon and gave her a disdainful glare.

"Do you know what will make me feel tons better? A hug from my favorite nephew! Did you get that racecar I sent you or did your daddy steal it?"

All shyness was erased from the boy. He launched himself from his mother's leg into Kris' arms.

"No! I have it! I keep it on my nightstand and I even brought it into show and tell!"

"Well go get it Bud!"

"Do you remember that sleep that I talked about?" Kris asked Shannon.

"Yea, what about it?"

"I won't be getting it anytime soon."

Shannon chuckled and walked into the kitchen, followed by Kris who eagerly awaited the Indianapolis Racecar to be presented to her.

A couple of hours later, Kris was passed out on the couch. Ben had given her a thorough explanation on how the real car would work, courtesy of his dad's laptop. Now, Ben was on the floor in front of the couch softly making car noises and running the toy along the carpet. The door opened.

In walked Steve. Steve had been the bane of Kris' existence for a while. She felt that Shannon wasn't thinking clearly, and when the news of Shannon's pregnancy was let out, Kris was about ready to hire a hit man. But conflicts in families get resolved one way or another and Steve was still alive. He walked in and was about to announce a loud "Darling, I'm home," when he spotted the American on his couch. He gingerly walked into the kitchen to quietly greet his wife.

Unfortunately, all caution was thrown to the wind when Peter Dunham showed up. The youngest Dunham son was slightly tipsy and bruised from a fight he had the previous night.

"'ello happy family! 'ow are we?"

Kris bolted up. The sudden movement caused dizziness and the new surrounding caused confusion. Clutching her head, she searched for the source of the noise.

Pete Dunham got his first look at the most attractive woman he had ever seen. Her soft curves were offset by her dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. Even in her confused state, Pete had never seen anyone so lovely.

"Hello love, didn't mean to wake you."

Kris was startled and embarrassed. Here was this guy with a completely hot body and the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen, and she was sleeping on a couch with her hair a mess and her clothes wrinkled.

"Oh, hey. I'm Kris by the way. Shannon and Matt's sister."

Pete sauntered over to the couch and stuck out his hand.

"Peter Dunham. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about the mysterious third Buckner."

"Yea, well…"

At about this time, Shannon and Steve walked into the room.

"Nice going Pete, you woke her up."

Steve crossed the room and grabbed his younger brother by the arm. As he pulled him away, Kris could hear "And what the hell do you want now…" cross Steve's lips.

Kris got up from the couch and stretched, pulling her arms above her head. From Pete's stance, he could see her shirt ride up to her mid drift, exposing her stomach and creating an ache in his own.

"Peter Dunham," Steve said, "No."