���� The day was warm and humid; typical as any other.� The only difference was that today he had awakened next to Kaycee.� It was exactly where he wanted to be, needed to be.� He stared into her sleeping eyes and watched them flutter as though she were having a dream.� He felt a small jitter in his own heart while he watched and wondered what it meant.� Certainly he couldn't really be falling for her, could he?� Impossible, he thought.� It was a game to him and nothing more.� A game of revenge and he was determined to see it through until the very end.���
���� Everything was going according to his plan.� So far it had been quite easy.� The wine had loosened up her tongue and soon she was opening up to him about things he didn't think would come quite so easy.� Now, he was lying next to her staring into her sleeping eyes.�
���� Should I wake her up?� Or just leave a note and quietly sneak out?� He knew he would be back later in the afternoon so it wasn't like he was leaving her.� There was just something that he needed to do this morning.� Before he had a chance to decide, her body stirred and her eyes fluttered open.� For a moment she looked as though she were unsure of where she was, and then almost immediately she smiled into his seductive eyes.
���� "Good morning," he said "did you sleep well?"
���� "Like a baby, although I'm sure the wine had something to do with that."� She laughed.
���� "Listen, I'm really sorry about last night.� I didn't intend to dump my problems on your lap.� I guess the wine had me babbling more than I should have been."
���� "No need to apologize."� He climbed out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.� He was still dressed in his jeans and tank top.
����� At least I didn't jump into bed with the guy!
���� "Listen," he began "I have some errands to run this morning…"
���� "So…is this where you say, I had a good time but see ya?"
���� "Don't be ridiculous," he yelled from the bathroom, "I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon.�
���� She liked the sound of that.� Could it be possible, she wondered, that she could actually have feelings for a man other than Todd…and so soon?� She had only met him last night, yet she had felt like she'd known him forever.� And one thing was for sure…she definitely wanted to see him again.� She watched him come out of the bathroom and her heart nearly tripped over the beat.�
���� "Do you want to order breakfast before I have to leave?"
���� "No, I can order something a little bit later; besides, I don't want to keep you from anything."
���� "Well I guess I'll go back to my room then and get a shower before I have to leave."� He bent down over the bed and gave her a gentle kiss goodbye.
���� "Hey Nick."� From the front door, he turned around and looked at her.
���� "What did you mean last night when you said you had a solution to my problem?"
���� "We'll talk later."� He promised, and then left the room.
���� After he left, Kaycee stayed in bed for a while longer then took her time and crawled out from under the covers.� She covered her throbbing forehead with her hands and lingered towards the bathroom where she immediately popped two capsules of Tylenol.
���� She stood against the white sink for a few moments then turned on the cold water and splashed her face.� Afterwards, she settled back on the bed, picked up the phone and called room service.� While she waited, she replayed last night's conversation through her mind.�
���� How could I be so stupid?� She had no intention of discussing her personal life.� Yet she did it anyway…near drunk and weeping.�
���� And what did he mean when he said he had a solution to my problem?��
���� �Her thoughts were interrupted when room service knocked on the door.� Although she was no longer hungry and her head still ached, she picked through her breakfast and managed to eat a slice of toast and a couple bites of scrambled eggs.
���� When she finished, she removed the tray from her bed then lie back down and shut her eyes.
���� God, why did I have to be so stupid?
���� Soon, she drifted off to sleep wondering if she would ever see him again.
���� �When was safely behind the closed door in his own room, Nick plowed his hands through his bald head and let out a deep sigh of relief.�
���� He was hoping that with the amount of wine she had drank last night she would have forgotten his statement of solving her problems.� The moment he'd said it he knew he was rushing things.� Now he could only hope for the best and pray that she would accept his hospitality.
���� He showered, took his daily pill and then dressed in a pair of white shorts and dark blue shirt.� He placed a call to the taxi service.
���� �While he waited, he packed his bag with a pistol, a lunch of ham and Swiss on rye, along with a can of Pringles and two soft drinks.� He stepped into his Nikes, left the room and walked downstairs.� He went to the front desk first, and then he stepped outside where he waited in front of the hotel for his ride.
���� He arrived at the park, paid the driver then walked across the flawless lawn and took a seat on his usual bench and began watching the house across the street.�
���� The house looked quiet and unoccupied.� He checked the time on his watch.� Certainly someone was still there, he thought.� He took a can soda from his bag and popped open the top.
���� He had been born unloved and unwanted.� And like a used paper towel, he was simply thrown away.
� ���Although he couldn't be sure exactly who his birth parents were, he had done enough research that he now knew the truth.
���� Besides, when he was brought into the mortuary she hadn't turned him away.� Hell, she had given him the injection the day before so he could inject himself before he pulled his own trigger.� That meant something didn't it?� Or maybe it was the gun he had held to her head when he sought her out and finally found her.�
���� She'd kept him covered and tagged until the injection wore off, then immediately went to work patching up the non-fatal bullet wound.� When she was finished she sent him on his way, with the proper medications and bandages for his wounds, along with the promise that she would never have to see him again.� With two bodies in line for cremation, no one would be the wiser when his body wasn't placed in the incendiary.
���� He'd searched for her when he was healed, to no avail.� He'd been told she had packed up and moved out of state.�
���� With luck, he had once again found her and was now watching her house…waiting.
���� It was the moment he saw the side door of the house open, his heart lurched forward in excitement.
���� Calm down!
���� When he saw the red sedan pull away he took a few deep breaths in an effort to calm his ecstatic insides.� Thankfully it was working and instead of approaching the house right away he decided to eat one of the sandwiches instead.
���� He wadded up his empty sandwich bag, left the bench and casually walked to the nearest garbage bin where he deposited the baggie along with the empty can of soda.� He stood there for a moment, took another deep breath and then walked across the park lawn.
���� He approached the house as if he had been there many times before.� He wasn't nervous by any means.� Only excitement ran rampant through his body.� He couldn't wait to see her face when she opened the door for him.�
���� Would she even recognize me?�
���� He walked down the pathway on the side of the house glancing every so often curious to see if she was looking out through a window.
���� She wasn't.
���� He walked under the carport then climbed up the few steps leading to the door and knocked.