Scott was changing Holly's diaper when the doorbell rang. He hadn't been expecting any visitors. He finished redressing his daughter before picking her up and taking her with him to answer the bell.

He faltered when he opened the door. Cara was on the doorstep wearing a worried smile.

"Is this a bad time?" she asked.

Scott wanted to say yes, but he couldn't leave her freezing on her doorstep.

"No, I was just about to put Holly down. Could you use a coffee?"

"I can get the coffee." said Cara, gratefully stepping into the warm. "You deal with Holly."

…

Scott lingered longer than necessary by Holly's crib. He wasn't sure why Cara was here… he'd been avoiding her. Now the thought of her sitting in his lounge was making his palm sweat. He'd been denying the guilty attraction he'd been feeling for a while now. She wasn't making things any easier for him.

Scott took a deep breath. He couldn't keep hiding indefinitely, she'd start getting suspicious.

He came down stairs and stepping into the lounge.

"Sorry. Holly was a little restless." he said apologetically

"I understand." said Cara, turning from her seat on the couch. She pointed to the table. "Your coffee's here."

"Thank you." said Scott, but he held back from taking a seat. "So to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"I just wanted to see you." said Cara. "You've been hard to reach. I just wanted to know how you are doing. How Holly's doing…"

"Holly's great… but you saw that yesterday." said Scott. He was tense. He was trying hard not to let it show, but he wasn't being very successful.

Cara got up from the couch to stand in front of Scott.

"Is something wrong?" she asked with a frown.

Scott's grin turned a little fixed.

"Look I don't… um… Cara…"

"What is it?" she asked stepping closer and touching his hand. Scott pulled back.

"Cara I can't do this… I'm not that guy!"

"Scott?"

"This makes me sound like a ten year old… but I like you Cara. I like you more than I should… and I can't be that guy!"

Cara's eyes grew hooded, and she looked down. It was clear she knew how he was feeling.

"I know." she said guiltily, but then she tried to turn her look into an innocent smile. "But you need a friend."

"I've tried that." said Scott. "It just doesn't work."

"It's just… You're a nice guy. The nicest guy I know. Maybe because we shared such an intense time on that island… It's confused things between us…"

"Between us?" Scott asked. Was Cara feeling the same?

Cara licked her lips pensively.

"I know what to do." she said. "It worked with Ryan… cut through all the confusion."

"What."

Cara gripped the back of his neck, swooped in and kissed him.

Scott was startled by the move, but didn't pull away.

After a few beats they separated.

"What was that?" Scott asked.

"I was trying to prove we weren't really attracted to each other." said Cara, visibly swallowing.

Their eyes met; their breathing heavy…

Scott then leant in to kiss her back.

…