After Kayla left the room with Stephanie, Steve's eye immediately scanned the room to find Roman. Seeing him standing in the corner with Bo, Steve walked over.

"Quite the party, huh?" Steve said as he reached the two men.

"Yeah," Roman replied, looking around. "Jeannie made quite the haul for a one-year old."

"It does pay to be a Brady kid," Bo added.

"Right," Steve said. Looking around to make sure Kayla had not returned, Steve turned back to Roman. "You got any new information on Lawrence's attacks on Andrew?"

"Not yet," Roman replied. "But we'll catch the guy in a mistake soon enough."

"You know . . . I have some free time on my hands these days," Steve said. "Maybe I could look at your files and see if I can come up with anything new."

"You think I missed something?" Roman asked, clearly not happy with that implication.

"No," Steve replied. "But a fresh set of eyes, or at least a fresh eye, couldn't hurt, could it? I used to be a pretty good detective."

"'Used to be' is the operative phrase, partner," Roman said evenly. "Those files are police files and I can't just let you into them."

Steve grimaced. "Come on, Roman. You can make an exception and you know it."

Roman raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, Steve. But I want to nail Lawrence for good and that means doing things by the book. If I let you into those files, somebody is going to find out about it and use that to get Lawrence off the hook again."

Steve wanted to protest further, but he knew from experience that Roman was not going to budge. "Fine," Steve said angrily. "But you and I both know that Lawrence doesn't play by the book. And someday we're going to have to start playing by our own rules."

Not waiting for Roman to reply, Steve turned and walked away. He noticed that Kayla had still not returned. Looking around at the people enjoying the party, Steve grew more and more uncomfortable. As much as he tried to stop thinking about it, he could not help but wonder what had happened in this house during the time Kayla had lived here - and afterwards. He knew that Kayla had not slept with Shane, but that was cold comfort. He could picture them sitting in front of the fire together. Shane was holding Kayla, touching her - kissing her.

Steve shook his head to clear the image from his mind, but it would not go away. He had told Kayla that there was nothing to forgive and he had meant it. But he could not stop the pain and jealousy he felt welling up inside. He should have been the one holding Kayla and taking care of her - not Shane.

Knowing he was going to lose it if he did not do something quick, Steve headed out the door and into the foyer. Turning left, he headed down the hallway hoping to find Stephanie and Kayla. He had only taken a few steps when he heard Kayla's laugh. Smiling at the sound, Steve continued in the direction of the sound. Only a few steps later, the smile faded from his face as he realized Kayla was not alone. Another voice had joined in her laughter. Shane's voice.

Steve stopped, torn between wanting to storm into the room and wanting to get as far away as possible from the sound of his wife and Shane laughing together. As Steve stood there trying to decide what to do, he heard their conversation continue.

" . . . I did not cheat. I won that poker game fair and square," he heard Kayla say.

"Fair and square?" Shane replied. "You took advantage of the fact that I was distracted by Stephanie crying."

"It's not my fault you're such a big softy," Kayla said, giggling again. "I lost count of the times I would put her to bed and come back a few minutes later to find you holding her because she hadn't fallen asleep yet."

Steve felt his heart clinch as Shane and Kayla bantered about Stephanie. Every word was a stark reminder of what he had missed and of the fact that another man had taken his place in Stephanie's life. And in Kayla's life as well.

" . . . just lucky I figured out Stephanie had good taste in music," Shane was now saying. "It saved you from a lot of late nights when she didn't want to fall asleep."

"Okay, you got me there," Kayla replied. "And that music box you gave her for her birthday has been a lifesaver more than once."

Music box. Steve immediately flashed on the small, pink music box that currently resided on Stephanie's dresser. He recalled Kayla telling him that it was useful in getting Stephanie to sleep. But she didn't tell you where it came from, now did she?

" . . . don't pretend you didn't spoil Stephanie rotten," Steve heard Kayla say. "That doll you gave her at Christmas, the music box . . . you even wanted to take her to that horse show just so she would learn to love horses and the two of you could ride together someday."

"Well, why not?" Shane said. "She's a beautiful little girl, and I can already tell she'd make a fantastic rider."

"Really?" Kayla laughed. "Well in case you haven't noticed, the Johnson family doesn't have a big country estate with stables. So I think you are going to have to find another riding partner."

"The Johnson family may not have the estate and stables, but I do," Shane replied. "I'd be more than happy to provide Stephanie with riding lessons and a pony. It's the least I could do for you, and for Stephanie."

Steve felt his blood boil. His daughter did not need some blue-blooded Englishman to provide her with anything. Who did Donovan think he was anyway?

"Well . . . I think that decision can wait until Stephanie's actually old enough to sit a horse," Kayla said. "After all, she's still figuring out the whole walking thing."

"You're probably right," Shane said. "But it will be time before you know it. She's already growing up so fast."

"Yes she is," Kayla agreed. "And right now, this growing girl seems to need a change."

"Well, I guess that's my cue to leave," Shane said. "Enjoy the rest of the party, and don't forget what I said about the riding lessons."

Steve stepped back and leaned against the wall, waiting for Shane to appear. It was time that Mr. ISA understood that Stephanie had a father, that Kayla had a husband, and that Shane's services were no longer needed. They never should have been needed in the first place.

Shane walked out of the room and stopped suddenly when he saw Steve standing there. "Steve," he said, the surprise apparent on his face. "What are you doing out here?"

Steve leaned away from the wall and took a step towards Shane. "Just waiting for my wife." A dangerous smile appeared on his face. "I didn't want to interrupt your little walk down memory lane."

"Take it easy, Steve," Shane said. "Kayla and I were just talking."

"Oh . . . I heard your little talk." Steve's voice had an edge to it. "And now it's time for you and me to have our own little talk. We're going to get some things straight once and for all."