Before Sunset
by Senia

Chapter 6

The hallway was a madhouse of noise and activity.  People scurried about to
 find sharpened pencils, to look up last minute answers, to question more
 experienced friends about previous examines...  It was time for the bar
 exam.  Many of the people in the room had taken the test before, some two,
 three, even four times.  For Gregory Richards it was the first time.  He
 stood against the wall, looking calm and confidant in his modest suit and
 tie.  Some others had come casual, knowing that the exam would take hours
 and wanting to be as comfortable as possible.  Gregory believed in the ideal
 that if you wanted to succeed you dressed the part.  And no one wanted to
 succeed more than he did.
 
 The doors opened and everything went quiet.  This was the moment they'd all
 been preparing for.  One young man turned and rushed to the restroom,
 loosing whatever he had bothered eating for lunch.  Gregory strolled
 casually over and walked in, the first of the examanees to do so.  He passed
 his ID to the proctor, was wished luck, and pointed to a seat.  As the
 others were being checked in, Gregory sat calmly, appearing for all the
 world as if he were here for nothing more than a classroom lecture.
 
 Of course, no one could see inside Gregory's head...  The poise and
 confidence were well reahersed.  He had determined long ago that looking as
 if you knew were you were doing was very often enough to convince others you
 did.   Once in class, when arguing a case with another student, Gregory had
 simply made up a reference for another case, getting the student judge to
 rule in his favor.  It was a week later before the instructor, after hours
 of research and consulting with other lawyers, felt comfortable enough to
 call the student on it.  Gregory had smiled, shrugged, and insisted that he
 must have confused the matter...  He was, of course, warned against using
 such practices in a real courtroom, but he hadn't needed the warning.  He
 wasn't an idiot and had only done it to prove to himself that the other
 student was an ill prepared fool.
 
 He didn't even bother to glance up when the test was placed in front of him.
 Instead he arranged his pencils so that they were readily accessible and
 stretched his legs out in front of him.  As the proctor began to explain the
 rules and time limit on the test, Gregory listened intently.  He might be
 trying to look confidant, but he knew that the majority of those in the room
 would fail the exam.  The percentage of those taking it for the first time
 that would receive a passing score was significantly lower.  He had to pass
 it the first time.   He'd developed a reputation in the academic community,
 but it would only carry him so far.  He refused to be some research
 assistant, even for a few months, while waiting on the opportunity to take
 the exam again.  He had to pass.  He had to get on with a law firm, and not
 just any law firm.  It had to be a successful, big name firm.  He had no
 plans to join the circle of high society in Sunset Beach.  Gregory Richards
 planned to rule it....
 
 
 Sometime later Gregory placed the last answer on the form and glanced at the
 clock and then around the room.  Many had left, some within the first hour.
 Many more remained, some with their heads on the desks as if they had given
 up but didn' have the will power to walk out of the room.  He started to go
 back over the test, check his answers.  Instead, he calmly picked it up,
 walked to the proctor's table, and laid the exam in the completed pile along
 with the address card that would ensure the results reached him if he missed
 the posted results later that month.  To Gregory's knowledge, no one had
 ever misseed finding out well before the results were mailed.  Even if he
 didn't bother to check the postings himself he would know within a few hours
 of their being placed on the bulletin board if he had made it.  Either
 someone would race to find him in hopess of being the first to let him know
 he was know a full fledged member of the legal community, or he would see it
 in their faces when they did see him.  The same look that had been given to
 hundreds of would be lawyers when their name wasn't on the list.
 
 
 A month later - while Elaine slipped away for a weekend with AJ, Bette
 charmed her young intern, and Olivia realized her chance at a social life
 was slipping away in her effort to supply life's basic needs - a young,
 first year law student slowly walked to the main bulletin board at City
 Hall.  In his hands was the sealed envelope containing the names of all
 those who had successfully passed the bar.  He glanced around, knowing that
 soon the hall would be full of people anxiously searching for their name on
 the list.  He also knew that their would be a huge party somewhere tonight
 with all of those whose names were in this envelope celebrating their
 accomplishment.  Somewhere else would be all those who hadn't passed, most
 likely alone...  He pulled the sheets out and quickly pinned them to the
 board.  Within an hour word would be out....
 
 Gregory sat at the Waffle Shop sipping his coffee when he heard it.  The
 results are posted...  Names flew by.  Was Harrison on the list?  Jones?
 McIntosh?  No one there seemed to know yet...  They'd only just heard ot was
 listed.  Gregory glanced up.  Should he go?  He needed to know.  He HAD to
 know...  But would going ruin his confidant air?  If he was so sure he'd
 passed, would he need to check the list for his name?  For once Gregory
 pushed aside the arguments.  Sometime he would have to find out for certain.
 He could either walk over there and see for himself, or he could wait until
 someone found him.  He stood up slowly and approached the others, "I suggest
 we all stop speculating and go see for ourselves..."  he stated and turned
 to walk out, leaving each of them to decide whether to follow him or not.
 They all did.  Every one of them...

Chapter 7

By the time Gregory and his little band of anxious lawyer wannabees made it
 to the Hall there was already a large crowd around the board, fighting to
 see the names.  Timothy Prescott, who came from a family of lawyers and had
 failed the test no less than 6 times already to the eternal disgrace of his
 family,  finally took over.  "Okay!  Calm down, everybody...  Trust me, you
 are all going to get the results.  If you will just shut up and step back a
 second, I'll read the list off loud and clear.  Those of you who were here
 last year know that's the only way we are going to get this done in an
 organized manner..."  Prescott might not be lawyer material, but he was well
 liked and respected.  The crowd mumbled  a little, but things were
 significantly quieter.  Prescott grinned the little boy grin he was famous
 for, "Great...  I love power."  The crowd laughed and Prescott turned to
 read the names....
 
 Aaron, Adams, Anderson, Ascot...  For the first time in his life Gregory
 Richards whiched he had a different last name.  He listened intently to each
 name to be read off, placing a face with as many of them as he could, trying
 to call up the argument style and personality of each one.  These were the
 people he might face in court...
 
 Ramey, Randell, Reilly, Rienheardt, Roberts....   Gregory felt sick.  They
 passed his name.  Prescott was still reading steadily and several people
 were already turning to look at him.  He hadn't passed?  That wasn't
 possible...  He'd been confidant.  He knew the information.. The test hadn't
 even seemed particullarly difficult.  Could it be a joke?  Prescott wasn't
 beyond that, but then he hadn't hesitated at all.. He hadn't had time to see
 the name and decide to skip it, had he?  Everyone who turned saw only that
 Richards was still listening, as if waiting to hear what other friends had
 made it.  He still seemed calm and poised.  Was it possible he didn't
 understand?  They were certain he would have been upset.  Everyone expected
 Gregory Richards to pass.  If anyone passed, it should have been Richards...
 
 "Wallace, Williams, Young...  That's it.  Congrats to all of you who made
 it.  The rest of you..."  Prescott shrugged, "See you here next time."  An
 uneasy laugh went up.  How long would Prescott's family put up with his
 failure?  "Oh..."  He saw Gregory for the first time.  "Soorry, Richards.. I
 didn't see you back there.  You are wanted in the Chancellor's office.  Says
 here you should report there anytime between 8:30 AM and 6 PM."  He read
 from a small note attached to the list.
 
 Gregory frowned.  Why the Chancellor's office?  He knew the staff had
 expected him to pass as much as anyone.  Were they going to question him?
 Try to determine if something was wrong, if something had kept him from
 focusing?  Wasn't he humiliated enough without being grilled by a bunch of
 concerned buerocrats?  He turned and strolled away from the crowd as if
 everything in the world was waiting to do his bidding.  The crowd watched
 quietly.  Some had looks of pity, knowing how it stung to not hear your name
 called.  Others had looks of stunned awe.  They had respected and looked up
 to Richards, knowing he would be a powerful force in the legal world.  Still
 others wore smirks, delighted to see the self-assured young upstart defeated
 before he even got started.  "Party at the Watershed!"  Someone shouted,
 breaking the silence.  The hall was suddenly alive again with
 congratulations and revelry.  Slowly those who had passed made their way out
 of the building to celebrate.  Others went slowly home to descide their next
 course of action.  Gregory winced inside.  Things were not going as
 planned...
 
 
 "Come in."  Called the chancellor's voice at the sound of the knock.
 Gregory hesitated for a fraction of a second and pushed the door open.
 "Richards.  I've been waiting for you.  Didn't think it would take long for
 word to reach you.  Come in, please.  Close the door."  Gregory did as he
 was told and took the seat that was offered.  "I wish I cuold have found a
 better way of reaching you, but I couldn't get anyone at your house."
 Gregory nodded.  He hadn't been at his apartment since early that morning.
 "I must admit, the results of the exam caused a great deal of concern and
 discussion among the staff..."  The chancellor reached into his desk and
 pulled out a file.  "I defended you, but I'm afraid even I have my doubts.
 You will have to explain..."
 
 Gregory was confused.  Since when was a student expected to explain his
 inability to pass the bar?  He picked up the file that was lain before him.
 Inside were the results of his exam, the ones that should have been mailed
 to him.  He looked at the numbers and his heart beat faster.  He hadn't
 failed...  He had done remarkably well.  He'd not only passed the exam, but
 had gotten a score that seemed incredile even to him.  He looked up to see
 the Chancellor's eyes on him.  They thought he'd cheated... The realization
 hit him. What had been relief at seeing his score and knowing he hadn't
 failed turned to anger.  "I don't believe there is anything at all to
 explain."  He stood up.  "My academic record at this school more than speaks
 for itself.  Everyone expected me to do well...."
 
 "Not that well.  Mr. Richards, sit down.  I don't think you cheated.  I told
 you, I defended you to the board.  The fact remains that that is one of the
 highest scores I have ever seen on an exam.  Easily the highest by a first
 time examanee.  I don't think it is unreasonable that some members of the
 board would like to ensure the numbers are accurate."
 
 "And what do they want me to do?"
 
 The chancellor pressed a button and within minutes the office was crowded
 with members of legal staff.  For two hours they grilled Gregory on points
 of the law, recovering much of what was on the exam to see if he knew it by
 heart or had carried a concelied crib sheet into the exam.  Even those who
 hated the younger man, those who found him threatening, had to admit that he
 had a strong grasp on legal concepts.  The chancellor smiled,
 "Congratulations, Mr. Richards.  I'm sorry for the manner in which this was
 handled.  I am relieved however that I will never have to face you in a
 courtroom."  He nodded and Gregory Richards, attorny-at-law, walked out of
 the room.
 
 Chapter 8

Felicity Ascot pretended she was there to show her brother support.
 Truthfully she couldn't stand him.  Yes, his passing the bar would open
 doors and possibly push them to a better position financially, but she hated
 that he was a success.  It only magnified her own failures.  Not that
 Felicity couldn't do better in school if she was interested.  The fact was
 she hated it.  She had no desire to secure a degree and wouldn't havve gone
 at all except that her father's will had stipulated she was only to receive
 her monthly stipen as long as she was in school.  What she was really
 interested in were the other young men who would be there, particullarly
 those whose fathers hadn't managed to gamble away the family fortune.  She
 was disappointed to hear that the young Richards had failed the exam.  She
 had found him rather attractive and jad spent a great deal of time
 insinuating herself into his life.  He had seemed promising.  Everyone was
 certain he would go far...  Now she found she had wasted her time.  Well,
 she'd just have to see if one of the other recent graduates couldn't be
 charmed into sharing his pending fortune with her...
 
 
 When Gregory walked into the bar heads turned and conversations stopped.  No
 one had expected him to show up at the celebration.  Not after having failed
 the exam...  They were even more shocked when he casually strolled to the
 bar and ordered champaign for everyone.  Timothy Prescott, a multi-failee
 himself, strode over.  "That's right generous of you, Richards...  I didn't
 expect to see you here... Me, I'm always looking for an excuse to party.
 Fail or pass, this is a tradition for me.  But you..."  He shrugged, amused
 that he had just put the ever so arragont Richards in a catagory with
 himself.  He knew Richards looked down on him for his failure, even if the
 younger man was always polite.
 
 Gregory smiled and quietly pulled an envelop from his pocket, "Well, I
 believe this was a party to celebrate the entrance into the legal community
 all those who had recently been added to the state bar."
 
 Prescott frowned and opened the envelop.  It contained Gregory's exam
 results and the glass almost slipped from his hand.  The scores were
 unbelievable...  He looked up at Gregory, stunned and respecting the man
 despite himself, "Welcome to the party...."
 
 
 
 Del had heard the exam results were out.  The celebration parties were
 always a good time.  Especially when some of the social climbing females had
 a little too much to drink and could no longer distinguish between promising
 young lawyer and casual observer.  Any man in the area was able to pass
 himself off as a chance as an upper rung on the social ladder.  Not that Del
 needed the charade himself to atract females, but it was amusing to wonder
 what the poor woman must think in the morning when she woke up with a
 hangover next to the service station attendant.  What Del was interested in
 was the lawyers.  Many of them would be starting businesses, or representing
 thse already established.  Del wanted those contacts.  He needed them.  And
 so he was always there, to congratulate the men he hoped would make him
 rich.  And so, he left the house and went down to the bar.
 
 
 
 Olivia looked around annoyed.  Finally.. Finally she had a weekend off.  And
 what did everyone do?  They left...  Bette was out with her new boyfriend,
 the intern...  Elaine was away with AJ.  That hurt more than anything.  She
 knew AJ was interested in her, but she'd blown it.  Of course he was with
 Elaine.  Olivia certainly hadn't been available.  She'd been too concerned
 with working extra hours in an effort to earn enough money to buy the things
 she thought she'd need to really attract AJ's attention.  Real good, Liv.
 So you can buy a new dress.  Lot of good that will do while AJ and Elaine
 watch the sunrise over the lake.  She sat on the couch, a scowl on her face.
 
 
 Felicity smiled.  Gregory Richards...  So, he had passed after all.  And not
 only passed but, from the buzz that was quickly spreading through out the
 celebration, he had practically aced the exam.  She quickly disengaged
 herself from the already drunk Andrew Wallace and made her way over.
 "Congratulations, Gregory...  I was just heartbroken when they said you
 hadn't made it.  I couldn't for the life of me figure out what could have
 happened.  I wouldn't have been here at all if it weren't for my dear
 brother...  I so wanted to come find you.  Now I'm glad I was here, so we
 can celebrate together...."
 
 Gregory smiled.  He hated Felicity.  She was so fake.  She was, however,
 incredibly attractive.  And she had social standing.  He was smart enough to
 realize what she was after.  They would make a logical pair.  He would
 provide her with the money her father had squandereed and she would provide
 him entrance into the best homes.  If only he didn't want to choke her after
 spending more than a few hours in her company...  Tonight, however, he was
 feeling generous.  He slid his arm around her waist, "Then let's get started
 celebrating..."
 
 
 Del for once found the party boring.  Gregory Richards was the center of
 attention as the girls tried to catch his eye and the guys questioned him
 concerning what had happened with the test results.  Del couldn't get even
 the most ambitious of the young lawyers to discuss business with him.  And
 the girls.. Anyone worth spending time with knew exactly were to be,
 fighting Felicity for Gregory's attention.  He looked at his watch.  Olivia
 would be home by now.  At least he could have someone here.  And maybe he
 could introduce her to someone that would prove profitable to them both...
 He walked out, unnoticed.
 
 
 
 Olivia glanced up from her book when the door opened.  "Del!  Thank God.  I
 am so utterly bored..."
 
 "Well, my love, I am here to rescue you.  Quickly.. Run upstairs and get
 yourself changed.  Put on the most...  Forget it, let me pick something
 out."  He grabbed her hand and drug her upstairs.
 
 "Del, I am perfectly capable of dressing myself!"
 
 "Shut-up, Olivia.  You have to look just right..."
 
 "For what?  And don't tell me to shut up."
 
 Del ignored her as he pulled a dress from the closet and held it up, "Well..
 It would be nice if it had a bit more cleavage, but I guess it will do.  Now
 go, change..."  He pushed her toward the bathroom.
 
 Olivia was too relieved to be going out to argue.  She went quickly and
 changed then came out, "Shoud I put my hair up?"
 
 Del looked at her, lifted her hair and then let it fall, pulling it around
 her face.  "No.. But I wish you had let it grow..."
 
 "I'm starting to wonder what you are up to..."  She frowned.
 
 "Olivia... Don't you trust me?"  Del grinned.  He was answered with a
 knowing look that said he was the last person on Earth Olivia was liable to
 trust.  He didn't care.  He just shoved her towards the door.  She did look
 great.  She always did.  Perhaps, just perhaps this evening would prove
 profitable after all.  Maybe Olivia could even get everyone's attention opff
 of Gregory Richards for a few moments....
 

Chapter 9

Gregory was drunk.  Even he couldn't deny it.  Everyone wanted to buy him a
 drink.  Trying to get close right from the start, he thought.  He didn't
 mind.  He thrived on the attention.  And even drunk his mind worked well
 enough to realize that he would need many of these people in the future.
 Felicity clung to him possesively and he didn't care. She was popular and
 atractive, and extremly attentive...  He smiled when she whispered something
 into his ear...
 
 
 
 "Del, where exactly are we going?"
 
 "To a party.  The bar exam results were released today and there's a
 celebration downtown."
 
 "And why were we invited?"
 
 "We weren't...  But why should that stop us?"
 
 Olivia smiled in response.
 
 
 
 "Excuse me, gentlemen, but I think it is time to say goodnight."  Gregory
 smiled, declining the last offer for a drink and a toast to everyone's
 success.  He left his arm around Felicity's waist as they walked out of the
 bar.  Funny, after a number of drinks she wasn't nearly as annoying...
 
 
 
 Del drove into the parking lot just in time to see Gregory's car pull out.
 Good.  Maybe there was a chance to get someone's mind back on important
 matters.  Not that it wouldn't have been good for Gregory to meet Olivia,
 but he was too concious of his fragile standing in society to waste time
 with a nobody from England, no matter how attractive she was.  The best
 chance Del or Olivia had was inside.  Gregory's leaving was a plus in their
 favor.
 
 
 
 Felicity didn't wait until they were at Gregory's apartment to let him know
 exactly what she had in mind.  She leaned her body against, kissing his neck
 and nibbling at his ear as he drove.  She removed his tie and giggled as the
 thought struck her that she had never seen the man without one before.
 "What's so funny?"  He asked, smiling as she undid his shirt and ran her
 hand over his chest.
 
 "I was just thinking how formal and correct you are.  Makes me wonder..."
 
 Gregory looked at her, "I believe in being the best at whatever I choose to
 involve myself in.  Answer your question?"
 
 She let her eyes travel down his body, "Completly..."
 
 
 
 
 Perhaps bringing Olviia wasn't such a great idea after all, Del thought at
 first.  Then he thought ahead and smiled.  She was stealing the scene just
 as Gregory had done before.  All eyes were on her.  The men's with open
 admiration, the women's with open disdain.  He smiled.  If Olivia could
 catch one of the young heirs to a fortune it could open doors to him.  She
 would have to be greatful for his introduction...  He stayed close to her
 side, but left no doubt that Olivia was "like a sister" to him.  The first
 time he had insinuated such Olivia had given him an amused look.  She chose
 not to make the comments that came to mind.. They would wait until later.
 
 "How long exactly have you been in Sunset Beach, Ms. Blake?"
 "May I get you another drink, Ms. Blake?
 "Olivia, you don't mind if I call you Olivia, do you...?"
 
 Her head was spinning and she felt as if the smile would never again leave
 her face.  After a month of not going out for more than a quick lunch with
 Bette and Elaine, Olivia was delighted by all the attention.  She could have
 kissed Del for bringing her here.  And he was being wonderful, introducing
 her to everyone, acting like the big brother he proffessed to consider
 himself.  She wasn't sure at first what that had been about.  They both knew
 Del no more thought of her as a sister than did any of these other men.  But
 she had quickly realized that Del's plans were far more long range than
 whether he would ever convince her to sleep with him.  Yes, he wanted her,
 but he wasn't in love with her.  And his own ambitions for the future were
 more important.  Fortunatly for her, he saw there was some advantage in
 aiding her in her own quest for a place in the social elite.  As for
 herself, she would be delighted to help him, so long as it served her own
 purposes.
 
 
 
 Gregory watched Felicity move toward him.  Maybe he could learn to get along
 with her...  She was intellegent and beautiful.. His eyes traced over the
 scantily clad body and realized just how beautiful.  She slid her hands to
 his waistband and undid his slacks.  As they dropped to the floor, he
 stepped out of them and sat on the edge of the bed.  Pulling her towards
 him, he kissed the soft flesh of her flat stomach.  She pushed him back on
 the bed and lowered her body over his....
 
 
 
 Olivia stretched and smiled.  Last night she had felt much like she imagined
 Cinderella had felt, only better...  Poor Ciderella had only one prince
 enchanted by her and had to give up all the beautiful music and dancing at
 midnight.  Olivia's ball had not been quiet so elegant, but it had certainly
 lasted longer...  Del had finally drug her home well into the wee hours of
 the morning.  She glanced at the clock and realized it was early afternoon
 already.  She got of bed and showered quickly.  She wanted to find Bette and
 tell her all about her evening, and see how her date had gone of course...
 
 
 
 Gregory couldn't believe he had let this annoying creature spend the night
 at his apartment.  Sex was one thing, but he certainly should have shoved
 her out the door afterwards.  She'd practically taken over the bathroom and
 then complained tht he had nothing in the house for breakfast.  "And if I
 did have something, would you cook it?"  He'd asked sarcastically.
 
 "I'm sorry, Darling.. "  she'd crooned.  "I'm afraid I have been terribly
 spoiled.  I forget you live here all alone with no one to tka ecare of you."
 
 Gregory frowned.  He was glad he hadn't eaten.  If he had he certainly would
 be throwing up by now.  Couldn't she tell how patrinizingly annoying she
 was.  Annoying.. There was no othe word to describe her.  Her parents
 shouldn't have named her Felicity because she was making him anything but
 happy at the moment.  "If you are so hungry, Dear.."  The word was obviously
 meant sarcastically.  "Why don't you go out and get something.  I am certain
 there are any number of cafe's just waiting to serve you."
 
 Felicity was tactful enough not to push her luck to far.  She kissed him
 gently on the lips and smiled, "I suppose you are right...  You must have so
 much you need to do.  I'll call you."  She left quickly before he could say
 anything.

Chapter 10

 "I had such a wonderful time.   The cabin was right off the lake and
 isolated..."
 
 Olivia really didn't care to hear anymore.  She did love Elaine dearly, but
 listening to her go on and on about her weekend with AJ was unnerving.  It
 should have been me up there with AJ instead of here with a bunch of legal
 eagle-wanna-bes, she thought.  Her evening wasn't looking nearly so pleasant
 as it had this morning.  She and Bette had gone to the Waffle Shop to get
 breakfast and compare notes.  Elaine had come in just as they were about to
 leave so they'd sat back down.  First Bette had told Elain all the latest on
 her and the intern and now Elaine was gushing over how perfect things had
 been.  She tried to be happy for her friend, but the more she listened the
 more convinced she became that AJ and Elaine didn't belong together.
 
 "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."  All three ladies jumped at the sound of
 AJ's voice.  Elaine blushed.  Bette laughed.  Olivia smiled slightly, her
 eyes locking on AJ's.  He hadn't seen her, even in passing, in about 3
 weeks.  He'd almost convinced himself he had imagined the color of her eyes.
 Now, facing her, he felt an incredible guilt over his trip.  He shouldn't
 feel like that about someone else after spending the weekend with Elaine,
 she deserved better.  Worse than that was the feeling he had somehow
 betrayed Olivia.  He had rationalized that she wasn't interested, but
 something told him now that it was something else.  It hadn't been her fault
 she'd had to work so many hours.  If she had someone to take care of her
 then she wouldn't have to work so hard.
 
 The look that went between them wasn't lost on Elaine.  AJ hadn't mislead
 her about his feelings toward her but somehow she'd hoped, after their
 weekend together, that those feelings might change.  It was obvious to her
 now that she couldn't compete with Olivia.  She determined then and there
 not to let whatever happened affect her friendship with her young friend, or
 make her bitter toward AJ.  He had, after all, been completly honest from
 the start.
 
 "Hello, AJ."  Bette spoke first, sensing a growing tension.  "You are
 looking better than ever."
 
 AJ grinned and turned to her, "And you, as always, are simply divine."  he
 bowed and kissed her hand.  "Looks like I missed lunch."
 
 "Breakfast actually.  I'm afraid we've wasted the morning and only just
 started."   Answered Olivia.
 
 "Then I suppose I'll have to settle for dinner.  Are you available?"  The
 invitation included them all even though he was wel aware that Elaine had
 other commitments.
 
 Bette hesitated, knowing that Elaine couldn't go.  Should she tag along as a
 chaperone to make sure Olivia didn't get in the way of Elaine's hopes?
 Where did her loyalties lie?  Better yet, was it her business to get
 involved at all?  She glanced from Elaine to Olivia.  Better to go with the
 side that seems to have the best chance at victory and hope for the best.
 "I'm sorry, AJ.  I'll have to bow out of this one."
 
 Elaine forced a smile, "I need to go check on Paula.  I've missed her so
 much this weekend."  She hurried away before anyone could see the tears
 threatening to spill down her cheeks.
 
 "Olivia?"  His eyes met hers.  Her answer would tell him all he needed to
 know.
 
 "I can't think of anything I would enjoy more?"  She responded, forcing the
 memory of Elaine's hurt look from her mind.
 
 "Bette, please do not lecture me.  I know full well you had no plans for
 tonight.  If you were so against my going to dinner alone with AJ why didn't
 you say anything?"
 
 "Because I happen to be a realist.  I can see the way he looks at you.  The
 only way Elaine has any chance at all is if you back off and make AJ see you
 differently than he does now.  And I'm not sure that would give her much of
 a chance...   I figure one of us should have a chance at the throne."
 
 "What about you?  You have your promising young doctor.  I know Elaine will
 meet the right man..."
 
 Bette decided not to get into the discussion.  She knew just how vulnerable
 Elaine was.  After the disasterous marriage it had taken forever for her to
 show any interest in anything not directly related to her little girl and
 the Waffle Shop.  She wasn't likely to try again any time soon.  "Here,
 borrow my pearls.  They'll go perfect with that neckline."
 
 The doorbell signaled AJ's arrival.  Bette winked at Olivia, "So, go charm
 your prince..."  Olivia grinned and moved gracefuly down the stairs.
 

 Charmed was the perfect word to describe AJ.  Or perhaps enchanted.  Olivia
 was stunning and her light, accented voice sounded like music as she spoke.
 He forgot entirely that he was supposed to feel guilty about his weekend
 with Elaine.  He hadn't made her any promises, had he?  It had been
 enjoyable for them both.  But now, back in Sunset Beach, he saw clearly
 where he wanted to be.  Elaine was sweet, but Olivia...
 
 "Would you like any dessert?"  He asked as the waitor cleared away their
 dinner dishes.
 
 "Not right away.  I was thinking what a shame it was to be inside on such a
 lovely night.  I don't suppose I could talk you into a walk along the
 beach?"
 
 "I think that sounds perfect..."  He stood and offered her his hand.
 "Perhaps later we can have dessert."  He smiled. 
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