AN: I have been going through a lot of old docs from my days of posting fanfic on my own site and realized that I had never posted the completion of this story, so I'm now working on it since it's dated 1999. I will still be working on other stories while I work to complete this one as well.

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Lee flopped down on his bed. He was frustrated with the way the evening had gone. He was sure he could find the other man involved. If only that cop hadn't shown up. He couldn't exactly flash his badge around when he wasn't even supposed to be on this assignment. He didn't want to take the chance that he'd call The Agency for verification. He was sure there was something going on there. An attempted coup that big, one trying to overthrow an entire government couldn't have been planned by just two guys, especially two whose intelligence level just screamed "flunky."

He turned over and thought of Amanda. He felt responsible this whole thing. It was his fault she'd ended up with amnesia in the first place. He felt he owed it to her to find out for sure. He didn't want her being a target again. His thoughts then turned to the kiss they'd shared in his car. It had surprised him that she'd responded to him the way she did. Knowing Amanda, he thought she'd throw a big fit. He was glad she didn't though. Their cover would've been blown. He smiled as he thought of her warm body pressed against him. He went to sleep with that image in his mind.

Lee awoke with a start. "Where the hell did that come from?" he grumbled aloud. He'd just had the most amazing, intense, erotic dream about Amanda. "Get a grip on yourself, Stetson." he chided himself. "One innocent kiss and you're dreaming about getting her into bed." He shook off his thoughts and started getting ready for the day.

One hour and one very cold shower later, Lee was at the office, trying to put that vivid dream out of his mind. It wasn't working. Every time that he tried to get something done, he'd think about Amanda. The way she would run through the building in her Bombers uniform, the cute way she would throw ten thoughts into one sentence, wait a minute, he thought. Since when do I think anything about Amanda is cute? She's annoying and a royal pain in the ass. Just as he was convincing himself that he wasn't interested, his mind flashed back to the car last night. But she is a really good kisser. He resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to find out anything more about this supposedly closed case by staying at the office and left.

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Amanda woke up less than her usual perky morning self. She had slept fitfully, not being able to get Lee out of her mind. By the time she dragged herself out of bed, the boys had already gone off to school. As she walked into the kitchen, her mother noticed the drastic difference, but rather that question her, she decided to take a more subtle approach. "Still having those headaches, Dear?" she probed.

"Yeah, a little one," Amanda sighed. And one bigger headache named Lee Stetson, she thought.

"You know Amanda, I was thinking. The boys have their spring break coming up, maybe you need a vacation to get away from all of this stress."

"Maybe," Amanda said dismissively. What I really need is a vacation from men. I've got one in my life that just doesn't get how much I don't want him around and another who doesn't realize how much I do . She sighed again as she reflected back on the conversation she'd had with Lee when she had no memory; how he'd hedged when she'd asked him if they were involved and almost seemed disappointed when he'd told her that they weren't. Or was that just her vivid imagination? Was it just her being overly optimistic that there was something there that truly wasn't?

"Maybe you and Dean could take one together, rekindle the romance a bit?" she suggested.

When Amanda only sighed in response, Dotty decided the subtle approach wasn't getting her anywhere and opted to be more straightforward. "Amanda, is there the slightest chance if I asked you what was bothering, that you'd tell me?"

"Nothing's bothering me," she denied vehemently.

"I know that just isn't true. You've been moping around the house ever since you recovered your memory. It makes me wonder if you remembered something that you didn't want to."

Boy, is that the truth, Amanda thought. She now knew what was so emotionally complicated about Lee that made her forget him. She was in love with an emotionally unavailable man. Looking at her mother questioningly, she brushed it off, "Now, really, Mother, what could I possibly have remembered that I wouldn't want to remember? I mean, my life is an open book. There's nothing in it that I wouldn't-" She remembered what the doctor had said, that she'd forget things that were emotionally complicated, so it was no wonder that she'd forgotten both of the men in her life. Dean was emotionally complicated because there were no feelings there when she felt there should be. Lee, on the other hand, was emotionally complicated for just the opposite reason; there were too many feelings there that shouldn't be.

"Oh, I don't know," he mother interrupted. "Maybe something that you're not exactly proud of...like a liaison with Mr. Johnson, perhaps?"

"Mother, come on, there is no liaison with Mr. Johnson and there never had been and never will be," Amanda protested, still stunned that her mother would think that she'd stoop to having a clandestine love affair with a married man. She may be lonely and frustrated with her unfulfilling relationship, but still, she had standards and messing with married men was definitely out of the question.

"Not that I'd blame you," Dotty went on as if her daughter hadn't spoken. "I mean, Mr. Johnson is a very handsome man and I hear from Edna Gilstrap that he and Mrs. Johnson haven't shared the same bed since the baby was born...and the baby's ten now."

"Oh, Mother, really, you can't listen to every piece of neighborhood gossip that Edna Gilstrap spreads. I'm sure that's not true. I've seen them together at the PTA and they always seemed to still be on pretty good terms, you know, holding hands and-"

"Oh, please," Dotty scoffed. "That's just for show so the whole neighborhood doesn't know that they're only staying together for the children."

"Well, if that's the case, I think that's very sad for them...and their children," Amanda replied pointedly. "If a marriage isn't working, you shouldn't try to force it to work just for the sake of the children. That will only make things worse for everyone in the long run."

"You should know after what you went through with Joe," Dotty responded with a knowing look. "All the more reason that you shouldn't be involved in it."

"It seems to me that you're the one involved in it, since you seem to know all about it," Amanda fired back. "This is the first I've heard that there was even any kind of trouble between them."

"Oh, is it now?"

"Yes, Mother, it is," she stated firmly. "Look, I have a lot of clients to take care of today, so I have to go. I'll see you later." Again, Amanda made a hasty escape to avoid her mother's accusations. She shook her head as she made her way out to the driveway, trying to figure out where her mother came up with that wild idea. "Imagine me, having a secret like that." She let out a tiny sigh though as she thought of a much bigger secret that she did have. What exactly was she going to do about that?