School Daze

Chapter 1:

"Hey Miguel!" Kay waved. Nearly tripping in her haste to catch up with her best friend. Her stomach flip-flopped when he flashed her a brilliant smile. Reaching out to steady her. "Hey Kay. Better watch out where you're going. Don't want you publicly humiliating yourself the first day of school." "Who? Me?" she asked. "Nah," she laughed. As he rolled his eyes. Laughing with her. "So...what's your schedule like?" she asked. Pulling out her own and comparing it to his. "This bites. We only have French together. And I'm really looking forward to THAT," she muttered. Voice dripping with sarcasm. "Hey," Miguel said. Draping his arm around her shoulders. "Maybe it won't be that bad." "Oh god," Kay groaned. Spotting one of the single-most annoying people on the planet walking towards them with an idiotic grin plastered on his face. Reese Durkee was the bane of her existence. He just couldn't get it through his fact-filled head she wasn't interested in him that way. Not at all. Miguel suppressed a grin as Reese kissed Kay on the cheek. She was dying of embarrassment, he was sure.

He finally stopped making googly eyes at Kay long enough to speak to him. "I can't wait for French class. Rumor has it Mrs. Nelson's replacement is a total babe. She's even lived in France. Cool, huh?" "Sounds good to me," Miguel agreed with a smile. "Ugh! Guys! Is that all you think about? I bet she's a witch." "Who's a witch, Kay?" Kay groaned and turned around. Coming face to face with the second-most irritating person on the planet. Her kid sister Jessica. "None of your business. I wasn't talking to you. So butt out." Shooting Jessica a withering glare. "Geesh. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Jessica shot back over her shoulder as she walked down the hall to her homeroom. "At least I don't have any classes with HER."

"Come on, Kay. We're going to be late for homeroom," Reese said. Pushing his glasses back more firmly on his nose. "I'll carry your books for you," he grinned. "Uh, no," she said. Leaving him in the dust. Miguel laughed watching Reese follow her like a lost puppy dog. Then he went in the opposite direction. To his own homeroom. He waved at Simone across the room as he settled in his seat. Whew, he thought. Just made it before the bell rang. Mrs. Croweley was very strict on tardiness. Very strict, he thought. As someone new walked through the door. Only a minute late. "Take a seat, young lady," she scowled. "Tardiness is frowned upon in my classroom. I expect you to keep that in mind. Don't make the same mistake again. Is that understood?" "I'm so sorry," the girl said in a sweet voice. "I'm new here and don't know my way around yet." Mrs. Croweley just stared at her. She had a way of making a person feel 2 feet tall.

She turned around. Scanning the room for an available seat. And found it. Right in front of him. "Don't mind her," he told the pretty young blond. "She's like that with everyone. The meanest teacher at Harmony High." "Thanks," she said. A blush creeping into her cheeks. "My name's Charity. Charity Standish. What's yours?" "My name's..." "Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald! I won't have you speaking while I'm talking. It's rude and shows bad manners. See me after the bell." He groaned. And slid further into his seat. Only the first day and The Crow already had him nailed. Luis wasn't going to be happy with this. Neither was Mama.

Charity was waiting for him when he walked out of the classroom. After a stern warning from Mrs. Croweley. So was Simone. And Reese and Kay. "Miguel," he heard her say. "I'm so sorry I got you in trouble." "It's nothing," he said. Waving her apology off. Totally oblivious to the look of pure jealousy on his best bud's face. Kay's dark eyes narrowed as she watched the sugary-sweet blond put on the innocent act for Miguel. Who did she think she was? "But I still feel bad. If you hadn't been talking to me...trying to make me feel better..." "Hey. Don't worry about it. I'm already over it. What class do you have next? Maybe I can help you out." Charity handed him her schedule. "You have French with us. Come on. We'll show you where to go."

She smiled shyly at him. At them all. And followed them down the hall. Through the throngs of people rushing about. Trying not to be late. They made it just in time. She sat down beside him again. Not noticing Kay behind her. Kay opened her mouth to say something. "Kay," Simone said. "Leave her alone. It's not like she's trying to steal Miguel. She's really very nice." "Nice," Kay muttered under her breath as she took the seat opposite Reese. "Oh, I bet she's nice alright. Real nice. It's all an act, Simone. It's all an act." Simone rolled her eyes at her. She felt sorry for anyone who got in Kay's way. She was fiercely protective of Miguel. Her attention went to the front of the room when she heard Reese and a bunch of the other guys in the room inhale in surprise. "Whoa! Would you look at that?"

"Hello class," the tall blond said with an engaging smile. "I'm your new French teacher. Sheridan. Sheridan Crane." Miguel's jaw hung open. A Crane? His French teacher was a Crane. He couldn't wait to tell Luis. The news was sure to give him a heart attack. He laughed at Reese behind. "I think I'm in love." And looking around the classroom, Miguel could tell his friend wasn't the only one.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 2:

"Come on, Whitney. Live a little," Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald chided her best friend. "Live a little, Theresa? Do you hear the words that come out of your mouth sometimes?" "But Whitney," Theresa said. "Chris Hall is THE cutest guy at Harmony High. And he wants to ask you out. Give tennis a rest. There's more to life, you know." Whitney heaved a long suffering sigh. Barely restraining from rolling her eyes. "You're one to talk. Your sole goal in life is to marry Ethan Crane. You're obsessed with the guy. What ever happened to a career? Making something of yourself? Those things count too, Theresa." "I will. AFTER I am Mrs. Ethan Crane," Theresa said. Opening her locker and shoving her books inside. Whitney took one look at all the pictures and cutouts of Ethan Crane plastered inside her friend's locker. And she thinks she not obsessed, she thought with a shake of her head. The girl was hopeless.

"Oh my goodness! Whitney! Is that who I think it is?" Theresa squealed. Practically jumping up and down. Hanging on her arm. "What?" Whitney asked. Confused. "What are you talking about?" "Over there," Theresa pointed. Whitney followed her line of vision. "So," Whitney shrugged. "She's very pretty. I bet she's the new French teacher everybody's talking about. Sheridan something or other." "Sheridan Crane, silly. Ethan Crane's aunt. Oh, I can't believe my luck, Whitney. It's fate." "Not that again," Whitney muttered. As Theresa dragged her down the hall. Stopping right in front of Sheridan Crane. "Hi," Theresa said brightly. A little too enthusiastically. Causing the older woman's brows to rise. "Hi," she said politely. Looking at them curiously. "I'm Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald and this is my best friend, Whitney Russell. We just wanted to welcome you to Harmony High." "Thank you," she replied. A genuine, but tentative smile coming over her face. "Is Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald your brother? I have him in one of my classes." "Yes, he is," Theresa said happily. Whitney stood by while Theresa proceeded to give Ms. Crane the abridged version of her and Miguel's life. Finally, she was able to pull her away from her.

"Theresa," she hissed. "She probably thinks you're an escaped mental patient. Not so subtly pumping her for information about Ethan like that. Oh, Ms. Crane. Paris is such a beautiful city. I've never been there myself, of course, but I've read all about it. I hear you have a nephew. Did he spend much time with you there? I mean, seriously Theresa. What kind of question is that? Next time she sees you she's going to go running the other way." "Is not," Theresa said dreamily. "I think we hit it off, Whit. And someday, she's going to introduce me to Ethan, and he's going to fall madly in love with me, and we're going to live happily ever after. It's my destiny, after all." Fate, destiny. It didn't matter to Theresa. She was hell-bent on getting what she wanted. And what she wanted was Ethan. Whitney was mortified when Theresa again grabbed her by the arm. Following Ms. Crane outside. Oh god, Whitney thought. This is just what I need.

There was no mistaking the man standing not ten feet in front of them. She'd seen enough pictures of him in her lifetime--all thanks to Theresa--to know exactly who he was. She yelped in pain when Theresa squeezed her hand. Hard. They watched as he hugged Ms. Crane--Sheridan. Then walked around to the other side of the fancy sports car and opened her door for her. "Whit, look. Isn't he a gentleman?" she sighed. "Whitney! He's looking right at me. Now he's waving. I knew it! It's love at first sight, Whit. Whit?" she asked when she failed to get an answer. "Whit?" She looked all around her. But Whitney was gone. Oh well, she thought. It didn't matter anyway. Ethan Crane had waved at her. She walked home in a complete daze.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 3:

"Rough day, Aunt Sheridan?" Ethan asked with a smile. Glancing over at the woman in the passenger seat beside him. Wind whipping her blond curls around her face as she reclined in her seat. Eyes closed. "Not really," she answered. "Just different. I think things are going to work out. There's a few bad apples," she told him. Remembering one student in particular, and the way he looked her up and down openly and whistled. The look in his dark eyes set her on edge. It was different. Creepy. "But most of the kids are really sweet. I think I'm going to enjoy my time with them, Ethan."

"Good," he said. "You need this. Something to occupy your mind. So you won't obsess over that jerk of an ex of yours." She turned her gaze away from him then. Watching the buildings in downtown Harmony pass them by. Ethan could kick himself. Things had been going fine. Until he mentioned Jean-Luc. "Me and my big mouth again. I'm sorry, Aunt Sheridan," he apologized. "It's no big deal, Ethan. He's out of my life. We're finished. Kaput," she said with a smile. "So don't worry about it. I'm a big girl. You don't have to watch everything you say around me." "But still…I shouldn't have said anything." "Ethan!" she laughed. "I said it was alright. Look. If you really want to make it up to me, you can buy me a cappacino or something. Over there," she pointed. Ethan looked where she pointed. "The Book Café? I've never been there. It's a local hangout. Are you sure you don't want to go somewhere else?" "This is fine, Ethan. What? You not coming?" "I'll be right behind you. I need to give Gwen a call."

Sheridan opened the door to the Book Cafe and walked in. She smiled as she took in her surroundings. "Can I help you?" she heard a voice say. And she turned around. "Yes. Are you the owner?" The slender brunette behind the counter smiled at her nervously before saying, "Yes. The Book Cafe is my place. I'm Beth. Beth Wallace. Is there a problem, Miss?" "Oh! No. No problem at all. Hi," she smiled, "let me introduce myself. I'm Sheridan. Sheridan..." She paused mid-sentence. Slack jawed as her eyes met a pair of deep brown eyes across the room. Eyes shining with amusement as he caught her admiring him. She blushed when she realized she was making a fool of herself and turned back to Beth. And breathlessly placed her order. Beth just smiled. She'd seen it happen time and again. Luis just had that effect on people. Especially women. She handed Sheridan her change and her cappacino and had to bite her lip to keep from laughing when the blond dropped her change when Luis began walking her way.

"Here. Let me get that," he said. Kneeling to gather the money up in his hand. "That's not necessary," she told him. Reaching out to grab the last of it and gasping when her hand came in contact with his. He grinned at her, and she drew back shakily. Her hand still tingling from his touch. She rose to her feet and smiled tightly at him. Sheridan, she thought. Get a grip. The man's gorgeous, but you don't have to act like a complete idiot around him. "Thank you," she said softly as he dropped the money into her open palm.

"My name's Luis," he said. "I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new in town?" "Yes. Yes, I am. I just moved back after a long absence. Today's actually my 2nd day back. And what a long day it has been," she said with a smile. Nervously tucking a strand of her blond hair behind her ear. He's just being nice. Nothing more, her mind shouted. Besides, you just came out of a bad relationship. You don't need to get mixed up with someone new so soon. Oh, but he is so sexy, she thought. Not being able to stop her gaze. Stammering as he caught her again. "I-I-I'm sorry" Fleeing so he couldn't see her wither away in embarrassment. "Wait," he called after her. "You didn't tell me your name. I told you mine." She flashed him a brilliant smile. "Sheridan." And then she was gone. Luis didn't know what hit him.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 4:

"Luis? Earth to Luis," Beth called. Waving her hand back and forth in front of Luis's face. A smirk on her face as she realized he was still staring after Sheridan. Minutes after she had left. "Come on, Luis. Snap out of it," she laughed. "Huh? Oh. Yeah, Beth. What were you saying?" Luis asked. Turning back to look into her amused brown eyes. "Brad's leaving Jennifer for me, and we're going to run away. Someplace beautiful. Hot," she said with a smile. Laughing at the incredulous look Luis was sporting. "Okay. I was just kidding. But it COULD have been true. I could have been having a heart attack, calling for help, and you wouldn't have noticed me, Luis. You were too busy gawking at that blond. Very nice lady, friend. But do you have to be so obvious?" she teased from behind the counter. Her brown eyes lighting up when the bells chimed and in walked Hank Bennett. Goofball extraordinaire.

"Whoa, Buddy! Did you just see the blond that left here? Man. I can't wait to work the Bennett charm on her," he bragged. Giving Beth an engaging smile and ordering a coffee. To go. "Hank," Luis said. A cocky grin gracing his features. "It just so happens that I did see her. Tall. Gorgeous. Beautiful blue eyes. And really nice, too. Kind of clumsy, though, if you ask me. Dropping her change all over the place." Beth rolled her eyes from behind the counter. The things that came out of Luis's mouth sometimes. He knew exactly what made Sheridan nervous. He just wouldn't admit it. Why she'd never know. Luis was far from modest. To those who didn't know him, he almost seemed…well, arrogant. Cocky. She handed Hank his coffee and left the two men to their oh-so-important discussion. She didn't want to be privy to their talks about women. Some things were better left unsaid.

She waved at Theresa as she walked past her. But Theresa didn't notice. As she was far too many of the times Beth saw her, Theresa was in a dreamy daze. Floating on clouds. She swore the girl was in some Ethan Crane-induced stupor 24/7. Her school binder even had his picture on it. Huge and plain as day. If word ever got back to Mr. Crane heir himself, Beth was sure he'd have stalking charges drawn up on the lovestruck teen. She cringed as she witnessed Theresa trip an unsuspecting old man. Making him spill his coffee all over the floor. She told Julie to go help him and disappeared before Theresa could do more damage she would be witness to.

Kay and Simone whispered back and forth from their table in the corner. Thick as thieves. "Can you believe her?" Kay sneered. "One day she's going to walk out in front of a bus and get flattened before she even notices it. Really, Simone. If Ethan Crane came up to her right now and asked her to jump off a rocky cliff, Theresa'd happily oblige. Ugh!" she scowled in disgust. Simone laughed. Watching Theresa walk right past her brother without saying hello and go straight to the magazine rack in the back. To scour the shelves for more fresh, new pictures of Ethan, no doubt. "Kay, you're one to talk. If Miguel asked you to strip naked and prance around on Main Street, you'd probably do it." "But Simone," she said. Shaking her head. "There's a huge difference. I actually have a life. Nobody would mistake me for a loony bin escapee."

"Simone? Simone?" Kay said. Making one ridiculous face after another trying to get her friend's attention again. But Simone only stared blankly ahead. A funny little smile turning the corners of her mouth upwards. "Hey, Simone," Kay said. Sticking her tongue out. Anything to get a reaction. And getting a rather rude gesture in return from the old man Theresa had just tripped. "Oh my goodness, Simone. Did you just see that? That old man flipped me off," she said. Outraged. "Simone! I'm dying here," she said. Clutching her throat and making gagging noises. "I can't breathe. Help me," she wheezed.

"Don't worry, my darling Kay. Your love to the rescue," Reese said. Rushing from out of nowhere to her side and expertly performing the heimlich maneuver on her while Simone got up from her chair and walked toward the front counter. An enormous smile on her face. Kay fought off Reese. Shoving him away in annoyance. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?" she glared. Jerking her hand away when Reese tried to kiss it. "Ugh!" she said. Under her breath. Wiping her hand on her jeans. Leaving a confused Reese behind again. Per usual. "Simone Russell!" she said. Stomping over to where her friend stood. An adoring smile on her face as gazed out the window. "You've got some explaining to do. And whatever it is...it better be good." Simone sighed blissfully to herself. Oh, Chad Harris was good alright. Too good to be true.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 5:

"That's it, Whitney. Follow through. Just like that. Doing good. Wait until the world meets you, Ms. Russell. I'm…Hold that thought. I'll be right back," T.C. Russell said. Holding a hand up and hurrying to the door. "Can I help you?" he asked. Sizing up the young man in front of him. "Yeah," the young man said. Sticking out his hand. "Chad Harris. We spoke yesterday on the phone. About the job…" he said. "Look. I went to the main office first, and they sent me here. Said you were probably practicing with your daugh….your daughter," he trailed off. Catching sight of Whitney for the first time.

"Whitney," T.C. called over his shoulder. "Take a water break. I have some business to attend to," he said. Leading Chad to his office and shutting the door behind them. "So…" he paused. Noticing he didn't have Chad's full attention. The boy's attention was elsewhere. Directed straight at his daughter. "You called me about the assistant's job. Do you have any experience?" he asked. Looking directly in Chad's eyes. Chad leaned forward. Meeting his stare unflinchingly. "Look. I'm going to be honest with you. Music's more my thing. I don't have no experience with this kind of stuff," he said. Motioning to all the sports equipment surrounding them. "But I'm a hard worker. I learn fast. And most importantly…I'm in a new place without a place to stay. Without a job. You would really be helping me out if you'd just give me a chance. If I'm totally wrong, fire me. But right now. I need a way of earning money. So I can pay for me a place to stay," he stated.

T.C. studied him once more. Then nodded his head in approval. "You're straightforward. I admire that. I'll give you a month trial. That's it. If you don't work out, you're gone. You hear? T.C. Russell," he said. Extending his hand. "Just call me Coach Russell." Chad gripped it firmly and shook it. A big smile on his face. "Thank you Coach Russell. I appreciate it. When do I get started?" he said. Wiping his hands on his jeans and looking around. T.C. laughed and shook his head. "Tomorrow morning. Bright and early. See you then," he said. Walking Chad out the door. "Oh, and Chad," he said. His voice taking on a note of warning. "She's just 17, she's my daughter, and she's off limits." Chad jerked his gaze back from the beautiful girl in question. Somewhat embarrassed. "Understood, Coach Russell." T.C. smiled at the boy as he walked out the door. He had a feeling he and Chad Harris were going to get on just fine.

"Whit. That's enough practice for today, Sweetheart. What do you say we surprise your mom with dinner at the Lobster Shack? I'm sure she's had a tough day at the hospital," he said. An arm about her shoulders. "Sounds good, Daddy," she answered distractedly. Still preoccupied with Chad Harris. And the way he looked at her. So appreciatively. It was different from the way Chris Hall leered at her. Different. In a way she couldn't describe. "Good. Now I just have to hunt down that Sugar Bear of mine," he said. Removing his arm from her shoulders and holding the door open for her. She smiled at him and said, "Just find Kay. Simone's never far behind." "You know what? You just gave me an idea. Would you be too disappointed if I invited the Bennetts, too? Kind of a celebration of the first day of school. Getting you guys off our hands again," he teased.

"No problem," she smiled. "Oh, there's Theresa," she said. Waving frantically to gain her attention. "Whitney," T.C. said with a smile. "I think you better go rescue her before...well, before she gets into another one of her infamous 'Theresa' spills," he laughed. It was already too late. Her nose buried in a magazine, she'd walked out in front of a young cyclist. A young cyclist who was currently sprawled out on the sidewalk. Rubbing his knee in pain. A scowl on his freckled face. From across the street they heard the young boy yell, "Hey! Watch where you're going!" Theresa waved at him. Oblivious to the situation.

"Theresa!" Whitney exclaimed. "You caused that poor kid to wreck his bike." Theresa's dark eyes grew wide, and she looked back at the kid. "Oops. He should have been watching where he was going. Whit," she continued in a breathless voice. "Did you see the new pictures of Ethan Crane in the Society mags? Isn't he to die for?" she sighed dreamily. A hand over her heart. Whitney rolled her eyes in exasperation while T.C. smiled in amusement. "I'm going to go find your sister. I'll meet you back here in a few minutes," he said. "Bye, Theresa," he waved. "Huh? What? Oh! Bye, Coach Russell," Theresa yelled cheerily.

He was still shaking his head as he walked in the Book Cafe. Spotting his youngest daughter. Wearing a frighteningly similar _expression on her face. No, he thought. She'll never...she won't...Simone's not going to be THAT bad. "Hey, Sugar Bear," he said. Leaning down and kissing her cheek. She smiled brilliantly at him. And answered in a dreamy voice. "Hi Daddy." Taking another sip of her latte. "Coach Russell," Kay said in a dramatic voice. "It's an emergency. She's turning into a Theresa clone right before our very eyes." "I knew it!" Reese exclaimed triumphantly. "I knew she reminded me of someone. Ouch!" he whined. Rubbing the tender spot on his arm where Kay had just smacked him. "What was that for?" "For being such an idiot," Kay grumbled.

"For not realizing it sooner. Geez, Reese. You're supposed to be the genius here. Symptom number 1 of Theresa-itis...the dreamy sigh," she said. Demonstrating for him. Causing T.C. to chuckle. "Symptom number 2...the moon eyes," she said. Staring at him in false adoration. "Oh, Kay. Darling. Why didn't you just say you love me?" T.C. laughed out loud. "Argh!" Kay groaned. "I can't take anymore of this," she said. Rising from her seat. "I'm out of here." "Tell your parents the whole family's invited to dinner at the Lobster Shack," he called after her. A smile on his face as she raised a hand in goodbye.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 6:

"Grace, honey," Eve smiled. Hugging her best friend lightly. "I'm so glad you could make it," she said. Holding Grace at arms' length and studying her. "Grace," she scolded. You haven't been following doctor's orders. I told you the search for your sister was simply too exhausting with all that you have going on. And before you say it's very important, don't. I'm well aware of that. But Grace. It's been years already. What's a few more days?" Grace opened her mouth to say something then closed it when she felt Sam's strong arm slip around her waist and heard his deep voice say, "That's exactly what I told her, Eve. But you know my wife," he said. Giving her a look of pure adoration. Causing Jessica to smile widely. And Kay to make exaggerated gagging motions to Simone. "Mom," Jessica said. Squeezing her mother's hand. "Maybe Dr. Russell's right. You do look tired. Just rest a few days. Me and Kay will help out. Won't we Kay?" she said. Smiling in satisfaction when Kay grumbled, "Yeah. We'll help out, Mom." "How did I get so lucky," Grace said. Hugging Jessica close and reaching out for Kay. Kay rolled her eyes in embarrassment.

"Come on, gang," T.C. interrupted. "They have our table ready." Kay rushed to take the seat that would give her the best view of Miguel as he waited tables. He'd been working at the Lobster Shack all summer. He only had a few more days left, though, before he quit. He was going out for the football team this year. She smiled to herself. Maybe she should try out for the cheerleading squad. She could see it now. Miguel running to the sidelines and pulling her into his strong arms after he'd just scored the winning touchdown in the championship game. She sighed in pleasure. Caught up in her fantasy. Until an unwelcome voice brought it all to a halt. "Oh Miguel! Hey everybody! Let's do a cheer for Miguel. My brother, the hero," Theresa sighed dreamily. "He used to wait tables at the Lobster Shack. He even waited on Ethan Crane once." Why the hell was she saying that? Kay thought. Jerking back to reality. Could she never catch a break? Her daydream hadn't just turned into a nightmare. Her evening had as well. There she was. Living and breathing. Right in front of her. "I'm cursed," Kay muttered. Burying her face into her hands. "Cursed. That's the only explanation."

"Kay?" Whitney asked curiously as Theresa settled into the seat beside her. "Are you alright?" Simone jabbed her in the ribs with her elbow, and barely suppressing her yelp of pain, Kay looked up. Straight at Whitney and Theresa and said in a pleasant voice, "I'm fine. Just dandy. I guess I got a little dizzy. Haven't eaten with all the excitement. You know. First day of school and all," she replied sweetly. Rolling her eyes when Theresa launched into one of her spiels about how she and Whitney were oh-so-important. Seniors. "Would you listen to her, Simone? I bet she didn't pay the slightest attention in any of her classes today. Probably scrawled a million different versions of Mrs. Ethan Crane in that creepy little scratchbook she keeps like a treasure. Did you know she has a picture of Ethan in there when he was a baby? Butt naked in the tub. Miguel says she stole it from some pictures their mother had. I wonder how Mr. High and Mighty would feel if he found that out?" she giggled evilly. And Simone couldn't help but laugh along with her.

Eve smiled at the two in amusement. For as long as she could remember, they'd been like that. Actually…it was more like a trio. Except for the last couple of years, Miguel had never been too far behind them. She watched in amazement how Kay lit up like Christmas when Miguel came to the table to take their orders. She hid her smile behind her napkin. Kay was in love with her best friend. And poor Miguel…poor guy had no clue. She listened absentmindedly as T.C. ordered for them both and scanned the crowd. Recognizing several townspeople. Waving as she spotted Luis and Pilar walking through the door. Good, she thought. Both mother and son needed a night out on the town for once.

Luis-more than any of Pilar's children-had been forced to grow up so quickly after his father's disappearance. He had so many responsibilities. She nodded her head when Grace whispered, "It's good to see them out, isn't it? Sam says Luis has no personal life. All his time is spent taking care of his family, the townspeople of Harmony, the kids at the Youth Center. And look at Pilar. She looks so proud. I'm going to go say hi. Eve? You want to come?" Eve laid her napkin down and followed Grace. Slowing when she lay eyes on a most unsettling, unwelcome sight. Julian Crane. Of all the places…why the Lobster Shack?

The scowl on Julian's face turned into a full-fledged grin as he leered at the lovely Dr. Russell. Maybe dinner at the Lobster Shack wasn't such a bad idea after all. He'd have to thank Ethan later. He winked appreciatively at his former flame. Chuckling when a look of disgust marred her features. He knew it was all an act. The good Dr. Russell still wanted him. He was sure of it. "Julian? Julian?" Ivy huffed. "Whatever has you in such a daze? One minute you're blustering about lowering ourselves down to the level of the 'common folk.' The next you're staring straight ahead in a delighted stupor. Have you been drinking again?" she asked. Patting him down looking for the hidden flask of alcohol he usually wore like an appendage. "Oh, Ivy," he growled.

"You didn't need that excuse to frisk me, pet." Ivy's mouth dropped open in horror. Without thinking, she shoved him. Right into Miguel. Who was carrying a tray full of drinks. Drinks that flew into the air. Gwen watched. Rooted to the spot as they dropped down. Drenching her. "Oh my god!" she shrieked. Her blond hair hanging in strings about her face. Her expensive summer dress clinging to her body like a wet tee-shirt. Ethan-true to form-started issuing threats blindly. Threats that he'd have Miguel's job. Until Luis stepped in. Towering above him. Daring him to threaten him. Pilar grabbed at Luis's hand. Pleading with him in Spanish to stop. Ethan immediately backed down upon seeing Pilar. "Oh, Pilar. I'm so sorry," he apologized. Glaring at Luis while Ivy rushed to assure him the spill was actually all her fault.

Ivy took Gwen's hand and led her to the ladies room. Hoping to save her some humiliation. Desperately trying to hide her own smile when Gwen caught sight of herself in the mirror. "Oh," she said. Throwing her arms up in the air. "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad? I'm leaving. I can't let another person see me this way." "But Gwen," Ivy placated. "We can get a table outside. A private table. No one will notice you there," she lied. "Besides…Sheridan was thrilled when Ethan told her you were coming. You don't want to disappoint her, do you? We both know that lush of a husband of mine will be anything but welcoming to his sister. Especially considering she's taken it upon herself to teach French at the local high school. She needs another friendly face, don't you think? Here," Ivy said. Pulling Gwen's hair back from her face. "I'll even help you do your hair." "Okay," Gwen sighed. "I don't want to disappoint Sheridan. Goodness knows Julian…er, I mean Mr. Crane…will do a fine job of that himself." Ivy laughed and squeezed Gwen's shoulders. Then busily set about repairing the damage she was really to blame for.

Ethan sat at the table on the terrace. A scowl on his face remembering the arrogance of Pilar's son. Where did he get off? He crossed his arms angrily and practically bit the young, skittish waitress's head off when she asked him what he wanted to drink. "Definitely not iced tea!" The young blond jumped back nervously and turned her attention to Julian. Taking his order. "Father!" Ethan said in exasperation as he caught his father studying the girl's backside as she walked away. "What would Mother think?" "Oh, I'm sure Ivy wouldn't be surprised," came a voice behind him. Ethan's bad mood evaporated as he rose to his feet to hug his aunt. "Aunt Sheridan! I was almost ready to send out a search party," he teased. "I must say, all that time was well-spent. You look breathtaking, Aunt Sheridan.

You're the envy of every woman here." Sheridan's blue eyes lit up in pleasure and kissed Ethan soundly on the cheek. "You have to say that. You're my nephew," she smiled. Sitting down in the seat Ethan gestured to. "Julian," she said in greeting. Offering her brother a reserved smile. "I'm so glad you could make it," she said. Genuinely happy to see him. Despite the fact that he drove her crazy most of the time. She guessed absence did make the heart grow fonder. "You're my sister. I'm not completely heartless," he said gruffly. And Sheridan smiled. The smile on her face faded when he looked at his surroundings and shuddered. "Is this a sign of things to come now that my sister has taken it upon herself to teach the poor and unfortunate a foreign language? What is it? French?"

Sheridan shook her head and rose from her seat. "I need some air, Ethan. Please excuse me." Ethan started to stand up. Ready to go with her. But she brushed him off. "I think it's better if I'm alone for a little while," she smiled apologectically. Ethan turned back to Julian with a frown. "Now see what you've done, Father. I think it's admirable what Aunt Sheridan's doing." Julian arched a brow at him and opened his mouth to reply, but he was saved by the arrival of Gwen and his darling wife. Ethan jumped to his feet to pull out a chair for Gwen. Julian glared back at Ivy when she looked at him. Waiting for him to do the same. Finally giving up and seating herself with a hmph. "Where's Sheridan?" Gwen asked. Noticing the purse in the seat beside her. Ethan took a deep breath and said, "Her and Father had some words," Ethan answered. "She needed some air." Ivy smiled as she watched Pilar's son walk past them. In the direction Ethan told them Sheridan had headed. She'd already heard about Sheridan and Luis's little run-in at the Book Café. Something was definitely cooking there. She couldn't be happier.

Luis stuffed his hands in his pockets in frustration. Miguel had just informed him he was quitting his job in a few days. It wouldn't have fazed him in the least if he had been fired because of the incident with the damn Cranes. He was quitting so he could go out for football. He didn't begrudge his little brother anything. But without his paycheck coming in, paying the bills would be a lot tougher. He'd have to talk with Sam about pulling some more overtime. And getting someone else to take over some of the responsibilities at the Youth Center.

Maybe Hank would be interested, he thought absentmindedly as he walked along the wharf. He was so distracted he didn't notice her until it was too late, and they crashed into each other. "I'm so sorry, Ma'am," he apologized. Offering the woman a hand. "It's okay," she rushed to assure him, placing her small hand in his. He was astounded at the electricity he felt at her touch as he pulled her to her feet. He felt oddly elated when he looked into her eyes and found himself lost in the beautiful blue eyes of the stranger from the Book Café earlier. He smiled at her. And laughed when they exclaimed in unison, "You!"

To Be Continued...

Chapter 7:

"Would you please stop staring at me?" Gwen said. Her voice rising in irritation at that young waitress. "Not that I owe you any explanation, but one of your fellow employees dumped a whole tray full of iced tea on me. "I'm…s-s-s-sorry, Ma'am," the young girl stuttered. Fleeing once more. "Gwen, dear," Julian commiserated. "The service at this…let's just say Shack is an appropriate name for the place…is simply dreadful. I agree with you. I say we ditch this place and go to a more fitting establishment. Say the Seascape." "Julian," Ivy hissed reproachfully. "What about Sheridan? We can't just leave her. And besides, the Lobster Shack," she said stumbling over the name, "is known around Harmony as one of the town's finest restaurants."

"Oh, I'm sure that homeless chap we passed in the parking lot thinks it's worthy of five stars," he replied snootily. "Ugh!" Ivy groaned in disgust. Throwing her napkin at his face. Julian glared at her. "Mother…Father," Ethan said in exasperation. "Try to get along. Please. At least for one night. I wonder what's keeping Aunt Sheridan?" he mused. His eyes searching for her familiar form. Giving up and rising to his feet. "I'll be right back," he said. Walking back inside the Lobster Shack. "Theresa," Whitney said. "Honey, you don't even like lobster that much. Why did you order it?" "Because, Whit. Miguel told me…" "Wait! Don't tell me," Whitney guessed. Cutting her off. "Ethan Crane ordered the same thing. Have I told you lately how hopeless you are?" Whitney smiled. She had as much luck making an impression as a gnat where Theresa was concerned. A person couldn't say the girl wasn't focused. Too bad all her energy was wasted on Ethan Crane. An impossible dream. Whitney scooted her chair a little farther away from Theresa. She was dangerous when it came to lobster. It was always a mighty battle. But ultimately…Theresa lost every time.

"Kay," Simone whispered. "I really don't think you should be sitting there," she said. Nodding her head in Theresa's direction. "Believe me. Last time she conked some poor unsuspecting little kid on the head. The father blasted Daddy saying she gave his little girl a concussion." Kay's dark eyes widened in disbelief. But she followed Simone's advice. Moving herself out of the line of fire. Mumbling "moron" under her breath. "I'm telling you, Simone. The world would be a much safer place if Theresa were put in a straitjacket where she belongs." "Kay!" Simone giggled. "I'm not kidding. I've spent enough time over at the Lopez-Fitzgeralds. I know how she is. There's a reason Miguel practically lives at our house," she said with a straight face. Maybe she had a point, Simone conceded.

"So...how was the first day at school girls?" Sam asked. "Okay," Kay mumbled. Stuffing another forkful of salad in her mouth. "It was great, Chief Bennett," Simone aswered politely. "Really?" Grace asked with a smile. "Kay doesn't seem as impressed," she teased. "Oh...don't mind her," Jessica said with a wave of her hand. "She's just mad 'cause this new girl intruded on her territory," she finished with a smirk. "She was really nice. And pretty. And Miguel seemed to like her. A lot," Jessica stressed. Looking her sister right in the eye. She loved getting the best of Kay.

"What did you think, Theresa?" Eve asked. Wanting to draw Theresa--and Whitney--into their conversation. "Oh, it was wonderful," Theresa gushed. Whitney hung her head. Not a good idea, Mom, she thought. Any minute now she's going to launch into...She sighed. Who knew what Theresa would do next? They were best friends. But for the life of her, Whitney couldn't understand how Theresa's brain worked. It was really strange. "...and you know what the best part of the day was?" Theresa asked breathlessly. "There's a new French teacher..." "I didn't think you had French, Theresa," T.C. said. Confused. "Oh, I don't, Coach Russell. Not anymore. But you see?" she continued. Without missing a beat. "There's this great new French teacher." "I can vouch for that," Jessica interrupted with a smile. "I asked her if I could be her teacher's aide. And she said 'yes' immediately. Ms. Crane's really nice."

"Whoa! Hold up a minute, Jess," Sam said in disbelief. "Did you just say what I think you said?" Jessica looked at her father in puzzlement. "Yes, she did, Chief Bennett," Theresa bubbled. "That's what I've been trying to tell all of you. Ethan Crane's aunt is the new French teacher. Isn't that wonderful?!?! she exclaimed happily. Beaming with pleasure. "Sugar Bear? Is it true?" T.C. asked. Jaw clenched. He hated Julian. He didn't see why he it would be any different with his sister. "Coach Russell," Kay spoke up. "It's alright. She really is cool. A lot fairer than the last teacher. I think I'm going to like her," she admitted grudgingly. "Wow, T.C. That's really saying a lot. Because Kay despises French," Grace smiled. T.C. laughed and the whole group breathed a sigh of relief and went back to enjoying their meal.

Theresa gazed off into space. Fantasizing about what else? Becoming Mrs. Ethan Crane. And having him feed her lobster. She didn't care for lobster much. But for Ethan...for Ethan she could learn to LOVE it. And that's exactly what she was going to do, she thought. Attacking her poor lobster once again. "Duck!" Simone yelled as a piece of it went flying through the air. Kay raised her head again and glared at Theresa. "Sorry," Theresa smiled sheepishly. "Um, Simone. I think I'm going to the ladies' room. Care to join me?" When Simone didn't answer, she kicked her shin under the table. "Ouch!" Simone grumbled. Getting up and following Kay. "Kay? What is it this time?"

"Nothing, Simone. I just thought we should get out of there quick. Before Theresa kills one of us," she smirked. "You know what?" she asked. A devious grin on her face as she watched Miguel pass by. "Maybe we should go back." "Nope, Kay," Simone said. Casting her a suspicious look and tugging her arm. "I know exactly what you're thinking. And it isn't going to happen." "I've had enough," Julian scowled. "I'm going home. If you insist on waiting here for that dear sister of mine, Ivy, so be it. But you won't have a ride home. I'm taking the limo. And Charles," he huffed. Gwen rose to her feet as well. "I'm really sorry, Ivy," she apologized. "But if I stay here much longer...I'll be the laughing stock of Harmony. Please forgive me," she pleaded. A hopeful _expression on her face. "Oh! Alright," Ivy sighed. "But I am kind of worried.

This isn't like Sheridan. Not at all." "For goodness sakes, Woman! My sister's a grown woman. She can take care of herself perfectly well, I assure you. It's not like she hasn't done it her entire life," Julian blustered. "Yes, she has. Hasn't she?" Ivy replied. Acid in her voice. Her blue eyes like ice at she glared at her husband for the millionth time that evening. Off to the side, Gwen rolled her eyes. If they hated each other so much, why didn't they just get a divorce, she wondered. "I'm going to go get Ethan," she said. Walking back into the Lobster Shack. Ignoring the curious looks of the other customers. She spotted him talking to Pilar. "Excuse me, Pilar," she said warmly. "Ethan. Darling. We're leaving. Your father refuses to wait another minute."

"Okay," he sighed. Kissing her cheek. "Bye, Pilar. I'll see you tomorrow," he said. Turning to leave. When he heard "Look out!" He ducked just in time. But Gwen...Gwen wasn't so lucky, he thought. Cringing. She was knocked out cold. "Oh my goodness!" a pretty young brunette cried. Rushing to his side. "Is she alright?" she asked. Her big brown eyes wide. "Oh my head," Gwen moaned. Sitting up. Rubbing at the fairly large red bump on it. "That's it! I'm never coming here again," she wailed.

Meanwhile...at the wharf

"The lady from the Book Café," Luis smiled. Still holding her hand in his. "Let me ask you something," he grinned. "Are you always this…graceful?" he asked. Quirking his dark brows. "Or just around me?" he laughed. Sheridan burst into laughter. He was right. Twice they had crossed paths now. And both times she had looked like a royal klutz. "I think it's just around you," she admitted. A blush making her cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Mama always told me I had that effect on people. Especially the ladies," he teased. "Are you bragging, Luis?" she scoffed with a goodnatured smile on her face. "Maybe," he smiled back. Brown eyes sparkling at her.

They just stared at each other for a few seconds. Before the sound of a foghorn had them jumping apart. It was then Sheridan realized he'd been holding her hand the entire time. It was a totally strange feeling to her. Considering she'd just met him. But she missed the feel of his hand in hers, she thought. Running her own hand through her hair. And catching sight of her watch. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "I've been gone much too long. I told my family I was going for a walk," she explained as she rushed away. Luis following close behind. Surprised when they arrived back at the Lobster Shack. "You're here with your family," he panted. "Yes," she said distractedly. Where were they? she wondered as they walked back into the Lobster Shack. "Oh my god! Ethan! What happened?" Luis looked from Sheridan to Ethan and back. A permanent _expression of surprise etched on his face.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 8:

"Oh," Gwen moaned pitifully. Holding the ice pack to the swelling bump on her head. Pilar hovered like a concerned Mother Hen, and Ethan looked up at the sound of Sheridan's voice. "Aunt Sheridan! Where've you been?" he said. Jumping to his feet. "At the wharf," Sheridan answered. Doing a double take when she saw Gwen. "What happened?" she repeated. "How'd Gwen get that big knot on her head?" The tiny brunette beside him wrung her hands and said, "It's all my fault. My hand slipped…and the…it went flying out…it was an accident." "Theresa," Luis said. "You did this?" Sheridan turned to Luis in confusion. "You know each other," she asked. Afraid of his answer. "Yeah," Luis said. "This walking disaster here is my sister." Sheridan's mouth hung open in astonishment as she realized Luis's sister and the girl she had met today at school were one in the same. "It was an accident, Ms. Crane. You have to believe me," she said earnestly. Fat tears pooling in her brown eyes.

"It was an accident, alright," Kay muttered sarcastically to Simone in the background. "More like attempted murder." "Oh, Kay," Simone sighed. "Quit being ridiculous." But she couldn't help snickering as she remembered how the piece of lobster had shot out of Theresa's plate like a projectile missile. "Look at that drama queen," Kay continued in disgust as she watched Theresa. Her trembling was visible from a few feet away. "She looks like she's having a seizure." "Gwen, dear," Ivy soothed. "It isn't that bad. Really. I'm sure it won't show up at all with a little make-up." "You really think so?" Gwen whined. "There isn't enough make-up in the free world," Julian muttered. "Julian!" Ivy raged as Gwen's face crumpled, and she started sobbing. The humiliation too much for her. "I can't be on the front of Society Magazine like this," she cried.

Luis watched the whole exchange in amazement. It was almost surreal. ""Whitney," he said. Motioning her nearer. "Would you please get Theresa out of here before something else happens." "Sure, Luis," she said. Walking over to Theresa and taking her by the hand. Leading her outside. Sheridan watched as her nephew tended to his girlfriend. Harmony was anything but dull. She snuck a smile at Luis and was confused by the blank look on his face. "Eve. You're a doctor. Why don't you go see if you can help?" Grace said. "Grace," she balked. "It's not that bad..." She sighed. Pushing her chair back and making her way over to the rapidly growing crowd. T.C.'s jaw clenched as he saw Julian give his wife the once-over. "This is turning into a three-ring circus," Sam said. "Maybe I should do something," he said. Kissing his wife on the cheek. "Well, T.C.," Grace said. "Who knew dinner at the Lobster Shack could be so eventful?" she laughed.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 9:

Sheridan tapped her pencil absentmindedly against her desk. Lost in thought. About last night. And the weird _expression on Luis's handsome face when he saw Ethan. Why the face, she wondered. What could possibly be behind his reaction? "Ms. Crane? Ms. Crane? Are you okay?" a sweet voice asked. Interrupting her musings. Which had begun to stray from the funny look on Luis's face to just how sexy the man looked last night. And he wasn't even dressed to the nines. She'd pay good money to see the man in a tux. Or…She blushed as another image popped into her head. Oh my god, Sheridan, she chastised herself. You only met the guy yesterday. You are in so much trouble girl. "Hmm? Oh! I'm so sorry! Jessica, isn't it?" she said. Offering the young girl in front her a warm smile. Jessica grinned back at her. "Yeah. Good daydream?" she teased. Giggling as Sheridan blushed several shades of red. "Caught me," Sheridan laughed. Her head bowed.

"So…" Jessica began. Changing the subject as she took the desk directly in front of Sheridan's. "What's the first thing you want me to do?" she asked brightly. Sheridan smiled at her enthusiasm. "Well," she said. Getting up from her chair and leaning against the desk. "Since it's only the second day of school, there's really nothing for you to do yet. How about you tell me more about yourself? I want to get to know all my students. Especially the girl brave enough to volunteer to be my aide. I am the new kid on the block, after all," she laughed. "Weren't you the slightest bit afraid I'd be like…like…" "Mrs. Croweley?" Jessica asked with a shudder. "Yes," Sheridan admitted sheepishly. "Nobody's as mean as Mrs. Croweley," Jessica cringed. "Even Principal Reid's afraid of her." Sheridan giggled at the thought of that giant of a man being afraid of anybody. Jessica joined in her laughter. "Miss Bennett, " Sheridan gasped. Short of breath. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."

After they finally calmed down, Jessica told her all about herself. And her family. "Kay's your sister?" Sheridan asked in surprise. "Different as night and day aren't we?" Jessica smiled. "You're telling me. What's going on between her and the boy that follows her around all the time?" Sheridan asked. Lowering her voice and feeling guilty. You're turning into a regular gossip, Sheridan, she told herself. But she was a naturally curious person. And Jessica was more than willing to tell her all the juicy tidbits about the good people in Harmony. "Reese?" Jessica said. Her eyes taking on a dreamy look reminiscent of Theresa. "He adores Kay," she said. Was that jealousy she detected in her voice? "But Kay won't give him the time of day. All she sees is what's on the outside.

Not the person on the inside. Reese can be annoying sometimes. Well…most of the time," she amended with a smile. "But he's a good guy. And my sister treats him like dirt," she mumbled under her breath. "She likes someone else," Jessica muttered. Let me guess, Sheridan smiled as it dawned on her. Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald. Remembering how Kay had watched Miguel's every action this morning in class. She kept her thoughts to herself, though. Just enjoying Jessica's company. "Bye, Jessica," she waved . As the young girl walked out of her classroom with the next ring of the bell.

She glanced at her watch with a sigh. Noon. She'd forgotten to eat breakfast this morning, she realized when her stomach rumbled. And she hadn't packed anything either. She locked up her room and shut off the lights. How bad can cafeteria food be? Nothing could top the experience at the Lobster Shack last night. She wrinkled her nose at the selections. Finally deciding on a salad. She carried her tray over to a table at the far end of the building. Okay Sheridan, she told herself. Time to meet some of your fellow teachers. She bit her lip. Resisting the urge to burst into laughter when a young teacher who'd introduced himself as Doug the day before scrambled to his feet.

Offering her the seat next to him when there half a dozen free seats closer. She politely declined. Sitting instead by none other than Mrs. Croweley. Questioning her decision when the woman scowled at her darkly. She raised an eyebrow. Then quietly began eating her lunch. Well…attempting to. Somebody help me, she screamed inwardly as Doug droned on. Spouting any stupid thing that came to mind apparently. "Don't you just love the smell of fresh pencils?" Sheridan nearly choked when the petite redhead beside her whispered, "It's the same thing every year. The man's got an obsession with 'em. Said the exact line to me my first day last year. By the way," she said, "my name's Suzie. I'm right down the hall from you. You really had those kids going in there this morning. Kept me from falling asleep," she divulged. Causing Sheridan to laugh. "I'm Sheridan. Nice to meet you."

They shared a friendly conversation for the remainder of the lunch period. Walking back to their classrooms together. Sheridan slowed her steps when she realized she had a visitor. "Ms. Crane," Theresa gushed. "I wanted to apologize again for last night. Ethan must have been so upset. Oh! And Ms. Hotchkiss," Sheridan looked at her oddly. Ethan? What was she talking about? Gwen was the one with the bulging knot on her head. "It's okay, Theresa," she said. Unlocking her door. "GWEN and Ethan both know it was just an accident." "But the photo shoot," Theresa said. Wringing her hands. "Canceled," Sheridan said with a smile. "Really," she began. "Neither one of them blames you. It's all forgotten." "But still, " Theresa jabbered. "I feel so guilty. That's why," she said dramatically, "I'm inviting you all over to my house for dinner Thursday. Please say yes," she said. Grabbing Sheridan's hands in hers.

"I have to do something to make up for last night. Mama feels bad, too. It was her idea," Theresa babbled. "She wants to make it up to Ethan." "I don't know, Theresa," Sheridan hesitated. "But Ms. Crane," Theresa said. Her brown eyes welling up with tears. "I'll never forgive myself for last night. I have to do SOMETHING to make up for it. Please say yes. Please." Sheridan sighed. She didn't want to be responsible for making Theresa cry. And she knew from last night the girl could most definitely could cry. Besides…she'd see Luis again. "Okay," she said. "I'll do my best." Laughing as Theresa nearly crushed her in her embrace. "Oh thank you so much, Ms. Crane!" she squealed exuberantly.

Sheridan collapsed in her seat as soon as Theresa practically skipped out of the room. Gwen was going to have her head. Maybe they should wear helmets at the dinner table. She giggled helplessly at that mental image. Then groaned as she thought about Luis. Again. This time in a football uniform. Sheridan! Stop it! But it was useless. She covered her face with her hands. WHAT was she going to do? To Be Continued...

Chapter 10:

"Oh Whit! I cannot wait for Thursday!" Theresa squealed. Jumping up and down in excitement. Whitney shot her a confused glance before lobbing one last ball over the net. "What's so great about Thursday?" she asked distractedly. Catching Chad looking her way. "ETHAN CRANE is having dinner at my house! That's what!" Theresa gushed. "I'm going to dazzle him so much with my wonderful cooking, he's going to fall madly in love with me. And then we're going to run away and get married. And have the most beautiful children. A little boy that looks just like him with blue eyes. A little girl that looks just like yours truly," she grinned. "And I'm going to become the most successful fashion designer in the entire world." Whitney rolled her eyes helplessly. "Whoa! Wait just a minute! You've forgotten several IMPORTANT things, Theresa. The first one being Gwen. She's his girlfriend, Theresa. They've been together a long time. It's not like you can go abracadabra and 'poof' she's gone."

"But Whit. Don't you see? Ethan's going to fall in love with me and dump her like a hot potato. After Thursday, Gwen will be history. You can't fight fate, Whit. And that's what Ethan and I are. FATE. We're each other's destiny," she sighed dreamily. "IF he was your destiny, Theresa, you wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. And it would happen in its own time." Theresa ignored her. Twirling around and around like a silly school girl. "Whoa, girl," Chad said with a grin. "You ain't gonna burst out singing one of those tunes from The Sound of Music are you? Cause that just ain't my style." Whitney hid a smile as Theresa stopped mid-twirl. Nearly crashing to the gym floor and stared at Chad with wide brown eyes. "Name's Chad Harris," Chad said. Offering his hand. Theresa smiled broadly and took it. "Hi, Chad. I'm Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald. Whitney's friend."

"I kinda guessed that," he laughed. "No offense, girl, but 'normal' people don't act the way you was doing in front of strangers." Theresa just giggled. "Haven't you ever been in love before?" Whitney piped up. "Don't mind her. She's not really in love. It's more of an obsession," she said. Cutting her eyes back to Theresa. Theresa still had that moony look on her face. Nothing or no one could bring the girl down. "Oh, hush up, Whitney. I AM in love. You're just jealous." Whitney choked in surprise. "I am most certainly NOT jealous," she huffed. Ignoring the curious glance Chad gave her. "You're delusional. Especially if you think Ethan's GIRLFRIEND is just going to step aside and let you have him. How'd you get him to come anyway? Considering you nearly killed Gwen the other night?" Chad arched a brow in surprise. Holding up his hands and laughing. "Um…maybe I should get back to work," he said.

Backing away cautiously. "Whitney!" Theresa yelled in exasperation. "It was an accident. And I asked Ms. Crane, too. She said she'd make sure Ethan comes. AND Gwen," she admitted reluctantly. "BUT remember Whit…it's…" "Fate," Whitney cut her off. "Uh huh. Yeah. I get it. Keep telling yourself that, Theresa. You're not doing anyone any favors. You're taking this fate stuff too seriously," Whitney said. Leaving Theresa alone with Chad. And walking across the gym to meet Simone and Kay.

"What are you two doing here?" Whitney asked them. Looking at Simone suspiciously as she craned her neck around her. A huge grin taking over her entire face when she spotted Chad. Well…it had to be Chad, Whitney thought. Simone NEVER had that reaction when she saw Theresa. "Simone? What are you doing here?" Kay nudged Simone with an elbow. "Ouch! What was that for?" she exclaimed. Rubbing her sore side. And glaring at Kay. "Whitney's wondering what we're doing here, Simone? Why ARE we here?" Kay asked. Dark eyes narrowed. "Oh," Simone said sweetly. "We just came to watch you practice, Whitney." "Why?" Whitney asked suspiciously. "You were never interested in watching me practice before. You don't even like tennis, Simone. What's going on here?" "Nothing," Kay answered for her. "We were just bored. That's all. We don't have to watch your stupid practice anyway. Come on, Simone," she said. Dragging Simone toward Coach Russell's office. "Kay!" Simone hissed. "What'd you do that for? We can't…" "We can't what, Simone? Oh, I get it. You're wanting to spy on Chad, aren't you? Simone!"

"Girls. What are you doing here?" T.C. asked. "Need something?" Simone noticed Ms. Crane standing beside her father and said, "Uh…no, Daddy. Just dropping by to say hi before we go to the Book Café to hang out a while." T.C. hugged Simone. "That's my Sugar Bear," he said proudly. "Daddy," Simone blushed in embarrassment. Glancing at Sheridan. "Oh," T.C. Relinquishing his hold. And stepping back. "Hi, Ms. Crane," Simone smiled. "Hi," Kay waved. "Ms. Crane here," T.C. said. Smiling in Sheridan's direction. "Sheridan," he amended, "wants to help out somehow in her spare time as a way to get to know her students better. Why don't you girls show her around while I go talk to Whitney?" "Okay, Daddy," Simone said. Clasping her hands together. "Come on, Ms. Crane," she said. Leading the way outside. "So…how you like it at Harmony High so far?" Simone asked pleasantly as they walked by the athletic fields.

"It's nice," Sheridan smiled. "I think I'm going to like it here. I have some pretty good students. And your sister, Kay, is a great help to me already." "Hmm?" Kay said dazedly. An appreciative smile on her face as she watched Miguel working out on the football field. Muscles rippling and glistening with sweat. Oh my god, she thought to herself. Miguel looks so good. "Kay?" Sheridan asked with a laugh. "Are you still with us?" "I'm sorry," Kay apologized. "I was…I was…" "You were looking for me, weren't you, my love?" Reese interrupted. Kissing her sloppily on the cheek. "Well look no more. I'm here," he said with a grin. Pushing his glasses farther back on his nose. "And Charity, too. Oh, please forgive me. I didn't see you, Ms. Crane," Reese blushed. Sheridan smiled back at him. Nerd or not. She thought he was adorable. "That's okay. Hi Charity," she waved at the shy young blond. Whose gaze was also fixed on Miguel. Charity smiled at her graciously. Blushing a bright pink when she realized she'd been caught. "Why don't you two join us?" Sheridan suggested. Simone and Kay are giving me the grand tour." Reese and Charity readily agreed. And it didn't escape Sheridan that Kay was less than pleased.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 11:

“Argh!” Sheridan huffed in frustration. Throwing the red dress over her shoulder as she stomped to the front door. Flinging it open and nearly scaring Ethan and a gun-shy Gwen to death. “Sheridan,” Gwen said. Peering out from behind Ethan, “you’re not even dressed yet. I thought you said this dinner was at 6:00.” “It IS,” she grumbled. Stalking back down the hall to her bedroom. “And I have NOTHING to wear.” Gwen smacked Ethan on the arm when he rolled his eyes. Muttering “Women and clothes. What’s wrong with throwing on the first thing you see? I do it all the time.” Gwen smirked at him and gave his appearance the once-over for the third time that night. “I know you do, Darling,” she laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Ethan yelled as Gwen disappeared down the hall. “Nothing!” she called. Smiling to herself.

“Sheridan,” she laughed as she took in the clothes strewn all over the bed, the floor. Practically every available inch of the place. “It looks like World War III in here. It’s just dinner. Just a gesture to let Pilar’s daughter know I don’t hold any grudges,” she said. Rubbing the faint bump on her head. “It’s not dinner with the President.” “I know,” Sheridan sighed. Plopping down on the bed and throwing an arm across her eyes. “Wait a minute,” Gwen smiled knowingly. “This has something to do with Pilar’s son. Luis. The sexy cop.” “Gwen!” Sheridan shrieked in disbelief. A smile playing at her lips. “What if Ethan heard you?” “So,” Gwen laughed. “I love Ethan, and I’m committed to him. But I’m not dead.” Sheridan collapsed in a fit of giggles against the mound of pillows and clothes on her bed. “Here,” Gwen said. Holding up a pale lavendar sundress. “This will knock Officer Lopez-Fitzgerald’s socks off.” “Thank you,” Sheridan smiled. Hugging her then running off to the bathroom to put the finishing touches on her make-up.

“I still don’t know what the big deal was,” Ethan said cluelessly as they pulled into Pilar’s driveway. “You look fine.” Sheridan ruffled Ethan’s hair affectionately and said, “It’s all thanks to your wonderful girlfriend here,” she said winking at Gwen. “If it were left up to you, who knows what I’d have looked like this evening.” “What do you mean if it were left to me? Aunt Sheridan? Is that good or bad?” Ethan asked dumbly as he helped Gwen then Sheridan out of the car. “You decide, Darling,” Gwen smiled. Taking his hand as they walked up the walkway. Sheridan leading the way. Sheridan looked back at Gwen. Blue eyes sparkling with barely contained laughter. “Are you ready Gwen? Just remember. Theresa is ACCIDENT-prone. But the girl couldn’t purposely hurt a fly.” As far as I can tell, Sheridan thought. But she wasn’t so sure it was Gwen Theresa was intent on making good with. She had the sneaking suspicion this whole dinner was ALL about Ethan.

She took a deep breath and started to ring the doorbell. But before she could, the door flew open. And there stood a very breathless, beyond giddy Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald. “Ms. Crane!” she gushed. “I’m so glad you could make it. Where’s Ethan?” she asked. Standing on tiptoe to look over Sheridan’s shoulder. “GWEN and Ethan are right behind me, Theresa,” she laughed. Stepping inside. Smiling at Pilar. “Pilar!” she said. Hugging her. “It’s so good to see you again. I’ve missed you so much.” Pilar’s brown eyes twinkled as the looked Sheridan over. Remembering the little girl she helped raise. “You’ve grown into a fine young woman,” she said with a smile. “Theresita,” she said. Noticing Theresa beaming at the confused young man. “Go help your brother in the kitchen.” The dreamy look on Theresa’s face fell. But she followed her mother’s instructions.

“Ms. Gwen,” Pilar said quietly. “I’m so sorry about the other night. My Theresita…let’s just say…” “She’s a klutz,” a masculine voice interrupted. “It was an accident. She didn’t mean anything by it.” Sheridan felt her heart beat accelerate, and she could swear it would beat right out of her chest as she turned around at the sound and met his deep brown eyes. Oh god, oh god, she thought. He’s even more gorgeous in uniform. “Luis,” Pilar said in surprise. Accepting Luis’s kiss on the cheek. “I thought you had to work.” “Things are real slow down at the station tonight,” Luis answered. “Sam let me have the night off. I didn’t know we were having guests for dinner,” he said. Giving Ethan a funny look. There goes that look again, Sheridan thought. What was up with that?

“I invited them, Luis,” Theresa singsonged. Gazing at Ethan with what could only be described as adoration. Fortunately for Theresa, Gwen missed that look. She was too busy smiling up at him herself. “Theresa invited us as an apology for the little ‘incident’ at the Lobster Shack, and I accepted,” Gwen said. “I thought it was very nice of her, and I didn’t want her to think I was some terrible witch,” Gwen laughed. Ethan smiled at them all. “That’s Gwen for you. So considerate of others’ feelings. One of the reasons I love her so much.” “Oh Ethan. You are one of the sweetest men alive. How did I ever get so lucky?”

Pilar shot Theresa a warning look, and Sheridan snuck a glance at the younger girl. Just in time to catch her rolling her brown eyes, and say, “You ARE the wicked witch, Gwen. You’re the only thing standing in the way of FATE. Ethan just thinks he loves you because he hasn’t had enough time to fall in love with me,” she finished. Mumbling under her breath. Sheridan’s blue eyes widened in disbelief. She didn’t just hear that, did she? She shook her head to clear her muddled brain and said, “Excuse me, Theresa. Did you just say something?” Theresa smiled at her sweetly. “No, Ms. Crane,” she giggled. “You must be hearing things. Did I tell you how much I LOVE your dress?” she asked. Changing the subject. Sheridan decided to let the subject drop for a little while.

“Dinner’s ready,” Kay said. Peeking around the kitchen door. Waving at Sheridan. Then walking back into the cozy room. “Who’s your wacko sister kidding anyway, Miguel? I thought this dinner was her idea. I guess she realized the only thing more dangerous than her and a lobster was her cooking, huh?” she smirked. Wiping her hands off on the apron she wore before pulling it over her head. “It’s been interesting, but sitting down at the dinner table with my French teacher isn’t my idea of fun. See you tomorrow. Tell Ms. Crane and your brother and mom I said goodbye,” she said. Slipping out the back door and disappearing down the street. Miguel was still smiling after her when his mother and their guests walked through the door.

“Hi Miguel,” Sheridan smiled. “Something smells wonderful.” “It’s the enchiladas,” Theresa bubbled. “I made them all by MYSELF,” she breezed. Luis quirked an eyebrow at her. Since when did Theresa’s cooking turn out edible? He shrugged his shoulders at his mother. Pulling out a chair for her. Then doing the same for Sheridan. His hand brushing against her arm as he did so. He breathed in sharply. Forgetting his intentions of staying away from her. Avoiding her because was one of the hated Cranes the moment that little jolt of electricity passed through again at her touch. Just like that night on the wharf. Just like that day in the Book Café. So she’s a Crane, he thought. Big deal, he told himself. Momentarily pushing all those other thoughts away as he gazed into her bright blue eyes. He wanted to hate her. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t, he thought with a sigh as he gave up the inner battle for the time being and smiled back at her. It was just too hard.

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Chapter 12:

“Oh, Theresa,” Gwen praised, “those enchiladas were scrumptious. Pilar taught you well.” Miguel snickered at the blank look on Theresa’s face. Her brown eyes were wide with confusion. She had no idea what Gwen was talking about. She’d been too busy memorizing Ethan’s every feature. If Mama had anything to do with it, Miguel was certain this was the closest his sister would ever get to Ethan again. “Mama taught us ALL well,” Luis saved. Rising from his seat and taking everyone’s plates to the sink. The look on his face when Ms. Crane refused to give up her plate and said “Let me help you with that” was priceless. He watched the pair with interest. Sparks were definitely flying between his brother and Ms. Crane. Luis is done for, he thought with a smile. Watching as she got up from her seat and started helping him clear the table. He turned back around in his seat just in time to catch his mother glaring at his sister. When would Theresa ever learn?

Never, he realized as she bubbled on excitedly to Ethan. Totally leaving Gwen out of the conversation. Not bothering with any pretenses. If Ms. Hotchkiss was half as smart as she seemed to be, she’d help his mother see to it that Ethan stayed miles and miles away from his loopy sister. He loved her. But he couldn’t deny she had lost most of her marbles a long time ago. When she started keeping a shrine to the man seated next to her. Miguel studied Ethan curiously. What DID she see in the guy? Or Gwen for that matter? In fact, the more he thought about it…maybe Ethan Crane and his sister were PERFECT for each other. Ethan was more Forrest Gump than Albert Einstein. Miguel shook his head in disbelief when Ethan proudly told them he was a Harvard graduate. A lawyer. A small smile played at the corners of his mother’s lips, and he had trouble stifling his laughter. Thank God Theresa came up with one of her bright ideas again. Theresa floated outside. Head in the clouds. Insinuating herself in the middle of Gwen and Ethan when they took a seat on the swingset. Miguel groaned. He had had enough. He said his goodbyes and left for his home away from home. The Bennett house.

“Your sister likes my nephew, doesn’t she?” Sheridan asked with a laugh. Gazing at the strange trio outside as she rinsed the plate Luis handed her. “How’d you guess?” Luis smirked. “Yeah,” he sighed. “She has a crush on him. It’s obvious, isn’t it? Well…and forgive me for saying this…your nephew isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.” Sheridan laughed out loud then. Her head bowed as she shook helplessly with laughter and gasped, “You aren’t the first person to make that observation. But I love him. He’s the closest thing I have to a brother.” Luis looked at her in slight confusion. “I thought Julian was your brother.” “He is,” Sheridan said. Staring at him with those blue eyes again. “But there’s such an age difference between us. Julian could be my father, for goodness’ sakes,” she smiled. “That and the fact that we have NOTHING in common kind of keeps us from getting really close, you know.” Luis nodded his head in agreement. As far as he could tell, she was right. Brother and sister shared nothing in common but a last name.

“There,” she said in satisfaction. Rinsing the last dish. “All done.” Luis grinned at her. The more time he spent with her, the more he liked her. “Not quite,” he whispered with an amused smile on his handsome face. His brown eyes twinkling. “What?” she asked. Her face growing hot. He was staring at her, and she could kick herself. She was blushing like a schoolgirl. “Do I have something on my face?” she asked nervously as he leaned in closer. And she could feel his breath in tiny puffs on her face. He gave her that cocky grin. Just like the one he gave her when they first met. “Luis,” she said breathlessly as he leaned in even closer, and her eyes fluttered shut. Sure he was going to kiss her. And boy did he want to. He stared at her soft lips. More tempted than he had ever been in his life. But…but he couldn’t, he thought drawing away at the last minute. He playfully scooped up some bubbles in his hand and wiped some on her cute little nose. Bursting into a fit of laughter when her blue eyes shot open and went as wide as saucers when she saw what he had done. “Now you do,” he teased. Ducking when he saw her blue eyes flash and her hands dip into the soapy water.

“Mijo!” Pilar exclaimed in astonishment. “What is going on here?” Theresa beamed at them knowingly. Skipping over to the oven to check on her mystery dessert. Sheridan hid her face in embarrassment and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Pilar. For being so childish.” Luis grabbed her by the hand. “It’s my fault, Mama. I was just having some fun with Sheridan and got a little carried away,” he said. Smiling at her. Pilar shook her head in amusement as she walked back outside to check on Gwen and Ethan. Sheridan got lost in Luis’s dark eyes. Totally forgetting Theresa was in the same room. Until she heard her shriek, “Luis! Ms. Crane! We have to get out of here. NOW! I think it’s going to…” But it was too late. “DIOS MIO!” Pilar cried. “THERESITA! What have you done now!”

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Chapter 13:

“Hi Ms. Crane,” Miguel said sheepishly. Sneaking a glance at her twinkling blue eyes. “How’d your dinner go last night?” he heard Kay whisper teasingly. “Oh, it went,” Ms. Crane laughed. “My evening was FAR from boring,” she smiled. Miguel cracked up at the smirk Kay sported. Mama’s kitchen looked like a disaster area when he walked into it last night. And he still couldn’t wipe the image of his chocolate splattered French teacher out of his mind. Kay had cackled gleefully over the phone as he described in painstaking detail the way Theresa had groveled at Ms. Crane’s feet. Luis had watched the whole scene in amusement His trademark lazy grin on his lips.

“Kay,” Simone asked in trepidation. “WHAT happened last night?” Kay’s dark eyes shone with mischief. “Why Simone! You ask that as if you think I had something to do with the explosion that rocked the Lopez-Fitzgerald house last night. Pas moi,” she said dramatically. “It was FATE that Theresa’s little plan to impress Ethan Crane backfired. I had NOTHING to do with that oozing, sticky mess. Scout’s honor,” she swore. Simone rolled her eyes when she caught a glimpse of Kay’s crossed fingers. “Ugh! Kay Bennett!” she huffed. “You’re impossible,” she muttered under her breath with a smile.

“Hi Kay,” Charity said sweetly. “Simone,” she smiled. A genuine smile came over Simone’s face as she said ‘hi’ back to Charity. And they started talking about last night’s homework assignment. “Pollyanna,” Kay grumbled as she watched Miguel’s eyes light up at the sight of her. Ugh, she thought in disgust. I’m getting a cavity. She groaned as the image of Charity all dolled up like Shirley Temple popped into her head. Her blond curls bounced as she sang…oh, she didn’t know what she was singing. One of those sappy songs the disgustingly cute moppet was always grinning her way through. She slouched farther in her desk. An unhappy scowl on her face. The girl had only been at Harmony High less than a week. And it was already Charity, Charity, Charity. She wished she’d go back to Candyland where she belonged.

Her eyes widened in horror when Reese proudly produced a handful of pitifully crumpled daisies from behind his back and presented them to her with an oblivious, goofy smile on his face. “For my love,” he gushed. Leaning down to plant another one of his sloppy kisses on her cheek. She barely ducked in time. Wishing she could disappear when Reese lost his balance and fell across her desk. “If you wanted a ‘real’ kiss, why didn’t you just say so?” Reese grinned. Closing his eyes and pooching his lips out. Oh god, she blushed in embarrassment as everyone around her laughed raucously. Would someone please buy him a clue? “Thank you God,” she whispered when Ms. Crane came to the rescue. Announcing it was time for class to start.

More than an hour later, she stuffed her books in her backpack and fled the room like it was a crime scene. Stomping her foot in anger. Was this God’s way of getting her back, she wondered when she ran smack-dab into Theresa, and ‘Harmony’s Klutz’ crashed to the floor. “Nobody move,” Theresa yelled. Bringing the entire student body to a halt. “Nobody move!” she shrieked. Frantically snatching at the literally millions of pictures of Ethan Crane that went flying from her binder. “Oh my goodness Whit!” she said. Her voice rising in panic. “I can’t find picture number 485! It’s gone! Whitney! You have to help me find it. Kay Bennett,” she shook, “this is ALL your fault.”

This is SO not my day, Kay thought as Theresa pulled her down to her knees. Forcing her to join her and Whitney. Looking like blithering idiots searching for ONE missing picture of Ethan Crane. “You really are loony toons, you know that?” she grumbled at Theresa as Jessica passed by her. Smirking. “Huh?” Theresa asked dazedly. Peeking behind the trash can. “The laughing stock of Harmony High. The Queen of Cluelessness. You know what? Why don’t you and Reese get married? You’re perfect for each other…” “I found it!” Theresa squealed. Clutching the picture to her chest like it was Spanish treasure. “Oh Ethan,” she gushed. Planting a big one on the glossy photograph. “I knew FATE wouldn’t let me down,” she sighed dreamily. Floating down the hall to her next class. Whitney racing after her. “Yeah, she’s CRAZY,” Kay said to the petite red-headed teacher watching them curiously. “She should come with a warning tattooed on her forehead. BEWARE!”

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Chapter 14:

“Argh!” Kay groaned. Sprawling across her twin bed and dropping her French textbook to the floor. “I’m so sick of studying!” “It’s not that bad, Kay,” Simone said absentmindedly. Munching on an apple. “At least it’s not on Friday.” “Yeah,” Kay agreed. “I can’t wait to see Miguel out there on the field,” she said with a devilish twinkle in her eyes. “In those tight little pants. Doesn’t he…” “I don’t hear you,” Simone chanted. Her hands over her ears. Giggling when Kay pounced on Jessica’s bed and tried forcibly removing her hands. “Admit it, Simone. Come on. You know you want to. Don’t be embarrassed. You….. are….. not….. alone,” Kay said slowly. “No,” she laughed. “You’re the insane one, Kay Bennett,” she gasped. Backing away from her. “Kay…Kay…Kay! Stop it,” Simone squealed as Kay advanced on her with a determined look on her face.

“You can’t make me! No! No!” she shrieked as Kay grabbed Jessica’s pillow and held it up threateningly. “Say it,” Kay warned. Simone shook her head defiantly. Grinning broadly. Kay threw the pillow over her shoulder and lunged at Simone. And they landed in a heap on Kay’s bed. Eyes widening comically as the bed creaked dangerously beneath them. “Whew,” Kay said wiping her brow. “That was clooooooooooooooooosssssssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeee!” The bed gave way and crashed to the floor. “Kay!” they heard Mrs. Bennett call in a concerned voice. “Is everything alright?” “Yeah, Mom,” Kay yelled. “I was just helping Simone. She’s thinking about trying out for the marching band.” Simone’s entire body quaked with laughter when Mrs. Bennett answered, “Oh, that’s nice, honey. Keep up the good work.”

“Come on, Simone,” Kay said. Rising to her feet and holding out a helping hand. Let’s get out of here before the toxic fumes from my mother’s kitchen go to our head.” Simone giggled and took her hand. “What about the bed, Kay?” she asked. Kay waved her off. “It’ll be here when we get back. Simone,” she said. “Let’s go. I’m in the mood for ice cream.” Simone’s eyes lit up at the mention of the treat, and she raced Kay for the door. Nearly knocking Jessica down at the head of the stairs. Kay stuck her tongue out at her sister’s questioning look and jabbed Simone in the ribs when she caught up to her. “I give Tilly Tattle five seconds. We better get out of here. Quick,” she hissed. Slamming the front door on Jessica’s “Mom!”

“I can’t believe we ran all the way here,” Simone whined. Plopping down beside Kay with a sigh. “Kay. Kay?” she repeated. “What are you looking at?” she pouted. Licking at the dripping mess in her hands. “Don’t look now,” Kay said in a whisper, “but Ms. Crane and Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald are giving flirty teens like us a bad name.” “What?” Simone asked with interest. “Where?” She craned her neck in the direction Kay indicated. Yelping when Kay pinched her on the arm. “I told you not to look now. Oh god,” she groaned. “She saw us. Thanks Simone. Now she’s coming over here to grill us about our reasons for not being at home studying like we should,” Kay said through clenched teeth.

“Hi girls,” Sheridan said cheerfully. Sneaking a glance back at Luis. Kay followed her line of sight. Laughing at the look on Luis’s face. These two had it bad. Very bad. She didn’t know why they didn’t just admit it and go for it. “You know, Ms. Crane,” she said in a teasing voice. “I think Luis kinda likes you.” A brilliant smile lit up the older woman’s face as she looked over at Luis uncertainly, and he smiled back at her. “I…I’m not really sure,” she said softly. “Maybe he’s just a real nice guy. I’m sure he doesn’t feel the same way…Oh, I can’t believe I said that,” she said sheepishly. Cute, Kay thought. She’s blushing. “Aha! I knew it. You DO like Miguel’s brother.”

“Why don’t you just ask him out?” Simone asked curiously. Yeah, Sheridan, her brain screamed. Come on. Do it. You know you want to. “Just do it,” Kay advised with a smile. A happy French teacher could only help her. Besides…they DID make a cute couple. Sheridan watched Luis with a wistful _expression on her face. Why not, she thought to herself. What could it hurt? They’d been tap-dancing around each other for weeks now. “Okay,” she breathed. A nervous smile on her face as she rose to her feet. Okay, Sheridan. You can do this. Just breathe. In. Out. Calm down. You’ve asked lots of guys out before. Luis is no different. Oh yeah, the annoying voice in her head jeered. If you believe that, Ethan’s going to be President someday. She couldn’t help the slight laugh that escaped her lips at that one. Her feet felt like lead as she walked slowly over to where Luis stood. She took a deep breath. Willing her heart to stop hammering in her chest and said, “Luis?”

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Chapter 15:

“Luis?” Sheridan breathed. Barely above a whisper. “Yes, Sheridan,” Luis smiled. Reaching forward with his hand and gently raising her chin. So he could look into her blue eyes. “Luis,” Sheridan repeated. Wringing her hands nervously. “I was wondering…I was…Would you…Nevermind,” she rushed. Turning to go. Gasping in surprise when he stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Just spit it out, Sheridan,” he laughed. “Come on. It can’t be that bad,” he said. His dark eyes smiling at her. Sheridan flashed him a nervous smile. She looked down at his hand where it rested on her bare arm and chewed on her bottom lip.

Oh Luis. If you only knew the thoughts running through my head right now. If he didn’t move his hand, she was going to grab him and kiss the living daylights out of him. Luis followed her gaze. Embarrassed when he realized he hadn’t let go of her yet. “Sorry,” he said quietly. Keeping his hands to himself. Damn, Sheridan thought. Shutting her eyes. Her arm was STILL tingling from his touch. “Sheridan? Sheridan? Are you okay?” Luis asked in concern. And Sheridan’s eyes shot open when she felt him tuck a strand back behind her ear. “I was wondering if you’d like to…” “MS. CRANE! LOOK OUT!”

It happened so fast, they didn’t have time to think. And just like that Sheridan found herself staring down into Luis’s dark eyes. Breathless. Speechless. “All you had to do is ask,” Luis chuckled. Running his hands up and down her arms. “I didn’t take you for the type that threw herself at men, Sheridan,” he teased. “I’m not,” she huffed. Finally finding her voice. “Somebody screamed, and I…I never meant to fall on top of you, Luis,” she said. Her cheeks burning hot.

“Ms. Crane! Are you alright? I am SO sorry. I don’t know what happened,” Theresa babbled. Nearly falling on top of Sheridan trying to pull her to her feet. “Theresa,” Luis groaned. His eyes taking in the skates on her feet. “Should I even ask?” he muttered under his breath. Climbing to his feet and reaching out a steadying hand for his sister. “It’s a long…whoa!” she squealed. Her legs starting to fly out from under her again. “Long story,” she finished. Grabbing onto Luis for support. Sheridan hid her smile as Luis rolled his eyes and said, “Theresa. Get those things off before you kill somebody.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Kay smirked. “Kay,” Simone scolded. Smiling despite herself. “Come on,” she said. Tugging Kay by the arm. “We need to get back to your house. And studying,” she sighed. “Excuses, excuses. You just want to be out of harm’s way when Theresa gets rolling again. Can’t say I blame you,” Kay laughed. Throwing the rest of her sundae in the trash. “Bye Ms. Crane,” they waved. Passing Sheridan and Luis. And Theresa. “Bye Ms. Airhead America,” Kay mumbled under her breath as Theresa smiled at her cluelessly. Tottering on her feet.

"I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" Theresa asked. "As a matter of fact..." Luis began. "No. No, you didn't," Sheridan answered. Chicken! You might as well be walking around with one of those ridiculous chicken suits on, girl. Was that disappointment in Luis's dark eyes? She didn't know. But her heart leapt at the mere possibility. "I guess not," Luis said softly. Giving her a funny look. And she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from taking it all back and making a fool of herself right then and there. She was saved with the arrival of Jenn and Lisa. Two girls from the cheer squad. "Oh my goodness! Ms. Crane!" Jenn said. In a panic-filled voice. "We've been looking for you everywhere." "It's an emergency," Lisa cried. "This lunatic came flying out of nowhere. Shrieking like a banshee on skates. And Amy...it was so awful, Ms. Crane. Amy had to jump into the bushes to get out of the way. She sprained her ankle, Ms. Crane," Jenn whined. "We can't do the pyramid without her. There's no one else light enough."

"You just have to help us," Lisa begged. "Please. We need someone that knows all the cheers, too. There isn't time for her to learn them all by Friday." Theresa listened. The smile on her face growing by the minute. Visions of wowing Ethan dancing in her head. She was so sure he'd be proud. "I know the PERFECT person to help you," she squealed excitedly. "Who?" Sheridan, Lisa, and Jenn said in unison. "ME! Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald at your service. I know ALL the cheers. Plus, I'm very light on my feet," she bubbled. Letting go of Luis. And in the process falling flat on her behind. "Ouch!"

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Chapter 16:

“Oh, Whit! Isn’t this exciting?” Theresa squealed. Chattering on without giving Whitney a chance to answer. “Oh my goodness! I think I see Mr. and Mrs. Crane!” she gushed. Bouncing up and down. “Theresa. Honey. Calm down. It’s no big deal.” “No big deal. No big deal,” Theresa said enthusiastically. “The Cranes have NEVER came to a Harmony High football game. It is SO such a big deal, Whit. They came to watch me. I know it. Isn’t that wonderful, Whitney?” Theresa asked with stars in her eyes. Whitney counted to ten before she opened her mouth. Sometimes her best friend was just TOO much. “Theresa. What makes you think they came to watch you? They don’t even know you. They probably came to support Ms. Crane. Julian Crane is her brother, after all.”

“Of course,” she babbled. “Ms. Crane told them all about me. And Mama works at the Mansion. Face it, Whit. They came to see me. Where’s Ethan? I was sure he’d come to cheer me on,” she said. Pushing Whitney aside to scan the rapidly growing crowd for the young Crane heir. “You don’t think he got hurt, do you Whitney?” she asked in a panicked voice when he was nowhere to be found. “There’s Ms. Crane. I HAVE to find out if he’s okay,” she said. Whitney had to laugh at the ‘deer in the headlights’ look Ms. Crane got when she spied Theresa coming her way.

“Is she always that…hyper?” a male voice asked beside her. Whitney turned her head slowly and a smile blossomed on her face before she could stop it when she looked into Chad’s amused eyes. “Yeah,” she laughed. Chad chuckled. Watching Theresa talking animatedly with Ms. Crane. “Man. She’s like one of those wind-up toys.” Whitney just smiled. Wind-up toys were fun at first. But sooner or later, you wanted to scream for relief. Rip the batteries out. Theresa didn’t have batteries. Only an over-active imagination that NEVER quit. Besides…she loved the girl. She was wacky. A dreamer. Her best friend. “Hi Chad!” Theresa bubbled. “Ms. Crane said he’s coming. He might be late. Because he has to pick up Gwitch from the airport,” she finished. Mumbling under her breath.

“What did you just say?” Chad asked. Not sure if he had heard her right. Gwitch? What kind of a name was that? “He has to pick Gwen up from the airport,” Theresa replied sweetly. “Oh,” Chad laughed. “For a minute there…I thought you said…,” he paused. He HAD to be wrong. Just those long hours you’ve put in this week for Coach Russell getting the best of you, Man. Now you’re hearing things. “Nevermind, Theresa. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Sorry ‘bout that. Listen. Have to cut out now. See you fine ladies later,” he said. Winking at Whitney. “Whitney,” Theresa teased. “Looks like somebody’s got an admirer.” “Oh, shut up,” Whitney muttered. “Theresa. You better go. Lisa and Jenn don’t look too happy.” Theresa threw her arms around Whitney’s neck. “Wish me luck.” “Luck!” Whitney called with a smile as Theresa bounded off to join the rest of the squad. You’re definitely going to need it.

Whitney smiled and waved at her mother and Mr. and Mrs. Bennett. She was not going to sit by her mother. How embarrassing would that be? She sighed in relief when she spotted Simone. Then groaned inwardly upon seeing Kay. The girl never let up on the sarcasm. And she certainly wasn’t Theresa’s biggest fan. Although…she had to admit…Kay had her points. Kay looked at her suspiciously as she ascended the steps toward them. Great, she thought to herself. The Theresa-bashing police. Oh well. She was sure she wouldn’t give Theresa much thought tonight. She’d be much too busy staring at Miguel’s…”Kay,” Simone giggled. “Look. There comes the band. I think I see Reese.” Kay burst out laughing when she saw Reese trip under the weight of the ridiculous tuba he carried.

Toppling some of his fellow band members like dominoes. “I’m telling you, Simone,” she gasped. “Him and Theresa are perfect for each other. Absolutely perfect.” Whitney glared at her and turned her head. Hiding her smile. Kay just rolled her eyes and whispered in Simone’s ear. “Why did the Ice Princess have to sit by us?” Simone opened her mouth to answer. But stopped when they heard the announcer ask everyone to stand up for the National Anthem. Sheridan sang softly to the music. Her hand over her heart. A smile on her face. It felt good to be here. For the first time…Harmony seemed like home. The music ended, and she jumped when she heard a familiar voice say, “You have a beautiful voice.” Among your many attributes, Luis thought to himself as he gave the woman before him an appreciative look. Sheridan blushed. Looking down rather shyly. Cursing his effect on her. Sheridan Crane.

You are anything BUT demure. Look at him. L-O-O-K at him. The man’s devastatingly handsome and drop dead sexy. But he isn’t going to bite. She laughed softly. Raising her blue eyes to meet his gaze. “That’s better,” Luis teased. His dark eyes shining. “Do you mind if I sit by you?” he asked. Taking a seat without waiting for her answer. “No,” she laughed. “Go ahead. Be my guest.” “Something’s been bothering me since our little conversation a couple of days ago,” Luis said. Looking straight ahead. “I got the sneaking suspicion you were trying to ask me something. What were you trying to ask me, Sheridan?” he said point-blank. Staring into her eyes once more. “What makes you think I was trying to ask you something, Luis?” Sheridan balked.

Chewing on her bottom lip nervously. Luis just grinned at her. “I think,” he said. Picking up her hand and tracing the lines of her palm. Delighting in the way she shivered when he touched her. “I think you would have asked me out if it weren’t for Theresa’s impeccable timing. So…am I right?” he asked. “You sure put a girl on the spot, don’t you Luis?” Sheridan whispered in embarrassment. And the only word Luis could think of to describe her at that moment was adorable. The woman was adorable. “Let me save you the trouble. Yes, Luis,” he said in an imitation of her voice that had her giggling helplessly. “I want to go out with you. Tomorrow night sounds fabulous. Give me a call,” he finished with a grin. “What do you say, Sheridan?” “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” she smiled.

“Would you look at that?” Julian huffed in disgust. “My sister and Officer Low-Life Fitzgerald. Honestly. I knew Sheridan had horrible taste in men. But this is preposterous.” “Shut up, Julian,” Ivy hissed. “They make a cute couple,” she smiled when she caught sight of Sam. Looking handsome as ever. “I’m hungry,” she said. “I think I’ll go get something to eat. Do you want anything?” she asked as an afterthought. Already walking up the steps toward the concession stand. In Sam’s direction. “I didn’t want anything anyway,” Julian grumbled. Glancing around at his surroundings snootily. “What a dump,” he muttered. “But…maybe it’s not so bad, after all,” he grinned.

Thank you, he thought to himself. There is a God. He picked up Ivy’s mini-binoculars and zoomed in for a closer look at the cheerleaders. “Delectable. Simply delectable,” he smiled. Licking his lips. He focused them in on the delicious young dish at the top. Something about her dark hair and eyes seemed familiar. Oh god, he thought as she waved frantically from the top of the rather high pyramid. It looked like she was saying…he could swear she was calling out Ethan’s name. He jerked the binoculars back from his face and blinked. Certain he was seeing things. Good God in Heaven, he thought. Cringing as the girl wobbled. The whole event seemed to happen in slow-motion as the girls underneath the exuberant young brunette lost the battle. He covered his eyes. Unable to look. And screamed like a girl.

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Chapter 17:

Sheridan took a deep breath and raised her hand. Ready to knock. Wouldn’t Theresa be surprised, she thought with a smile. Glancing behind her at Ethan shuffling back and forth on his feet nervously. A bouquet of yellow roses in his hands. “I still don’t understand why Gwen couldn’t come,” Ethan grumbled. “THIS was all her idea, after all.” Sheridan knew why. Gwen was no dummy. It was painfully clear to her and everyone else—EXCEPT ETHAN—that Theresa was absolutely bonkers over Ethan. What better way to cheer her up after last night than have her crush deliver her a beautiful bouquet of flowers, she had told Sheridan. “Ethan,” she warned. Rapping on the door. Sometimes her nephew was so childlike she had to wonder…

“Sheridan,” Luis grinned. “A few hours early for our date tonight, aren’t you?” he teased. His brown eyes sparkling with amusement. She laughed softly. Pulling Ethan forward by the arm. “WE’RE here to visit Theresa. Wish her a speedy recovery.” “Oh,” Luis said. The smile on his face diminishing somewhat when he laid eyes on Ethan. “Come in,” he said. Stepping back to let them pass. “Hi Kay!” Sheridan said brightly. Spotting the younger girl on the sofa. Right next to Miguel. “Miguel,” she smiled. Kay’s eyes widened when she saw Ethan behind Sheridan. “Kay,” Luis said. “Why don’t you go tell Theresa she has visitors.” “Um…okay,” Kay replied. Leaving them.

Kay knocked softly on Theresa’s bedroom door. “Who is it?” Theresa called weakly. Kay rolled her eyes. Theresita was milking this broken arm thing for all it was worth. She was sure Miguel and Luis would want to kill her before the six weeks were over. She pushed the door open without answering. Taking great pleasure in Theresa’s high-pitched scream of surprise and useless efforts to hide her face with her pillow. Biting her lip to the point of pain to keep from laughing at the vision in front of her. More like a nightmare. Theresa just could not live without her make-up. Especially that purple eyeshadow, Kay thought. Shuddering. She was way scarier than ANY Halloween mask--half her face was covered with zigzags of make-up and half wasn't.

“Oh, Kay,” Theresa said. Flapping her cast-covered right arm in the air awkwardly. “Thank goodness it’s ONLY you,” she sighed in relief. Well, I love you, too, Barbie, Kay thought as an idea began to slowly to take form. “Theresa,” she said. Voice dripping with false sweetness. “Whitney’s here to see you.” Theresa thanked her and waved her out of the room. “Good,” she said. Looking down at the Power Puff girls pj’s and fuzzy hot pink slippers on her feet. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to see me like this,” she whispered. Easing herself back against the soft pillows on her bed. Arranging her face into one of her best ‘poor, poor pitiful me’ expressions. She went with version number 25 for this particular visit. Whit had already seen all her best stuff.

“She’s waiting anxiously for you guys,” Kay smirked. Luis cast her a suspicious look. She was too much like her uncle Hank for her own good. No one could miss the devilish glint in her eyes. Unless they were dumb as dirt, he thought with a chuckle as Sheridan pushed Ethan forward with a few carefully chosen words of encouragement. Arching a slender brow at Kay and Miguel. Kay grinned back at Sheridan. But Miguel couldn’t meet her eyes. They were up to something. He was sure of it.

Ethan trudged slowly down the hall to Theresa’s bedroom. The yellow roses clutched in his hands. He raised his hand to knock on the slightly ajar door but paused when a breathy voice said, “Come on in, Whit. The door’s open.” What?!?! Whit? Who was Whit? The door creaked as he pushed it open and stepped inside. “Whit,” Theresa huffed. “What’s taking you so long? Are you going to stand outside my door all day?” Theresa said. Throwing her legs over the side of her bed and grabbing her stuffed teddy bear E.J. off the floor. He must have fallen off the bed last night. It wasn’t easy holding on to things with one arm, she thought. She put him back on top of her dresser. Right next to her collection of Fairy Tale barbies. Making a mental note to look for Cinderella next time she and Whitney went to the mall. “Whitney,” she whined. Whirling around. And coming face to face with none other than Ethan Crane. This cannot be happening, she thought. Before her eyes rolled back in her head, and she hit the floor with a thud.

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Chapter 18:

“Thank you, Eve,” Luis said. Showing Eve to the door. “It’s wonderful of you to do this.” “No problem, Luis,” Eve smiled. “Just tell Theresa to take it easy. Oh…and Sheridan,” she laughed. “Ethan will be okay, too.” Sheridan bit her lip to keep from smiling. She still couldn’t believe they’d found both Ethan and Theresa out cold on Theresa’s bedroom floor. Although…she could imagine why Ethan might have been scared out of his few wits. Now they both sported matching bumps on the head. Maybe Theresa WAS on to something. Maybe…just maybe…it was FATE. Not that she’d ever admit it, though. She needed to have a little talk with Gwen. God only knew the reason why she loved Ethan so much. It certainly wasn’t his brain power. She, on the other hand, was stuck with him. He was family. A complete dufus. But a lovable one.

Luis shut the door with a sigh. Leaning back against it and smiling at her. She returned the smile. Her blue eyes twinkling with amusement. Who said Harmony was boring? Theresa certainly livened things up a bit with all her spills and falls. “No offense, Ms. Crane,” Kay grumbled. Carrying Theresa’s lunch tray toward the kitchen. “But Dim Bulb and The Mental Case are made for each other.” Sheridan and Luis burst into helpless laughter. “Luis,” Sheridan gasped breathlessly. “I think maybe I should get out of here before disaster strikes again.” Luis grinned at her and opened the front door with a flourish. “What do you say we ditch this place, m’lovely?” Sheridan flashed a brilliant smile at him as she swept by. “Best idea I’ve heard all day. Kay and Miguel can help Whitney nurse Theresa and Ethan back to health. I’ll even give them extra-credit points on their next exam. They deserve it,” she laughed. “Hey!” Kay shouted after them. “You do know you’re putting our lives in danger, don’t you?” she yelled. Crossing her arms across her chest.

“Whew!” Sheridan whistled. Wiping her hand across her brow. “We made it. Where to, Officer? I take it this is an early beginning to our date.” Luis grinned at her. “The Harmony Youth Center. I have a few things to check on first. Then, Ms. Crane, I’ll show you a night on the town you’ll never forget,” he said. Gazing into her eyes as he placed a kiss to her hand. Neither moved for several moments. Just staring at one another. “Sheridan,” Luis teased. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Sheridan blushed in embarrassment and turned the key in the ignition. You’ll pay for that, Lopez-Fitzgerald. I just haven’t figured out how yet, she thought as she caught him watching her with that knee-knocking smile of his out of the corner of her eyes.

“Luis, Buddy,” a rather vertically challenged man with brown hair said. “What are you doing here? I thought you had a hot date tonight,” he said. Winking at her. He could be Joey Tribioni’s long lost cousin, she decided. As he gave her a very open admiring look. “Um, Hank. Buddy,” Luis said. Slapping him on the shoulder in amusement. “This is Sheridan Crane, Hank. The ‘hot date’ you’re talking about,” he said. Laughing at Hank’s _expression. “Oh my god! I’m so…I didn’t know…damn, Luis. Why didn’t you tell me the ‘hot date’ really was a HOT DATE?” he grinned stupidly. Sheridan laughed softly. She liked him. “Forgive my friend, here, Sheridan. Hank’s always been known to speak his mind. I’ll be right back,” he said. Casting a warning glance Hank’s way. “Wow!” Hank said after Luis had gone. “Wow,” he repeated. “Luis with a Crane. I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. You must be pretty special, Sheridan. Luis has hated the Cranes for as long as I can remember. Yeah…always held a grudge against them…wanted to make them pay…”

He continued on. Oblivious to the stricken look on Sheridan’s face. But Sheridan wasn’t listening. She’d quit listening the moment she heard Luis and hates the Cranes in the same sentence. He hated her family. Wanted to make them pay. For what, she wondered as her heart sank somewhere down to her knees. Was it all an act? Was he using her for his own gain? Tears burned her eyes, and she blinked furiously. Trying to keep them at bay. This was all a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. She liked him. REALLY liked him. Why hadn’t he told her he hated her family? Been up front with her. “Sheridan? Sheridan? Did you hear me?” Hank asked. His hand on her arm made her jump. “I’m sorry, Hank. I…I have to go. Tell Luis I wasn’t feeling well. And I’ll see him tomorrow,” she said. Rushing out the door. “All finished,” Luis said. Coming out of his office. “Hey Hank,” he said in confusion. “Where’d Sheridan go?” “Beats me,” Hank answered with a shrug of his shoulders. “Said she wasn’t feeling too well. And that she’d see you tomorrow. It was weird, Buddy. She had this really strange look on her face when I said something about you hating her family.”

“WHAT?!?! Luis yelled. Groaning when he realized how hurt she must have been. “Hank…why’d you go and do that?” “I didn’t know,” he apologized. But Luis was already out the door. Racing after Sheridan. “Sheridan! Sheridan!” he yelled. Running across the parking lot after her. She ignored him. Getting into her car and slamming the door shut in his face. “Sheridan! Listen to me. Please,” he begged. “I know it sounded bad. But you don’t have the whole story. Give me the benefit of the doubt. Please,” he said. Sighing in relief when her blue eyes softened, and she unlocked the door. “You have a lot of explaining to do,” she said in a hurt voice. Refusing to meet his eyes. “I know,” Luis said quietly. All bravado, all teasing gone from his voice. “Can we go someplace private? I want this to just be between us.” “Okay.”

“I’m waiting,” she said. As she killed the ignition. Luis opened his car door. Stepping out onto the sand. Walking over to her side of the car and opening her door for her. Holding out his hand. He was rewarded by the feeling of her smaller hand in his, and he exhaled in relief. At least he knew she didn’t totally hate him. “What Hank said was true,” he said quietly. When they stood at the shore’s edge. The waves lapping at their feet. “I have hated your family for a long time, Sheridan. I still don’t think highly of them,” he said. Tipping her chin up with his fingers. “But…that doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Please. Believe me when I say this. I really like you,” he said. A smile lighting up his handsome features. “At first I tried to fight it. But then I realized how silly I was being.

You’re a wonderful person, Sheridan Crane,” he said seriously. “And I want to get to know you better,” he smiled. “Much better,” he revealed. Grinning at her broadly. “I’ve only known you for a few weeks. But I think you’re amazing. Don’t let a stupid comment stand in our way,” he pleaded. “Please,” he pouted. Giving her his best puppy dog face. She was powerless to resist him. She felt in her heart that he was being straight with her. Plus, she really, really liked him, too. Very much so. The tiniest of smiles began to blossom on her face. And the sparkle returned to her eyes. “I don’t know,” she said slowly. Watching as his face fell. “But I might be persuaded. Maybe you can make it up to me,” she said. Laughter tinging her voice. “But first…you’ll have to catch me,” she said with a smile.

And Luis watched in amusement as she took off flying down the beachside. She giggled as he caught up to her and threw her over his shoulder. “Luis! No! Don’t you dare!” she squealed as he walked out into the waves. Holding her loosely in his arms. “Catch you? Catch you? Now that I caught you, just what am I going to do with you?” he teased. Laughing as she sputtered when the waves’ spray hit her in the face. “Luis! The water’s cold,” she cried. “Aww,” he mocked. “Is that right?” he said. Loosening his grip and letting her slip a little. “Luis!” she shrieked as he lost his footing.

“Argh! I’m going to get you back for this,” she shivered. Splashing him in the face when they come back up. Gasping for air. He grabbed her close. Pulling her against him. “Not before I do this,” he whispered. And all thoughts of revenge flew out of Sheridan’s mind as he kissed her senseless. And the funny thing was…she wasn’t even cold anymore.

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Chapter 19:

Luis tangled his hands in Sheridan’s wet hair. Angling his mouth over hers. Grinning against her lips at her soft moan of pleasure. He pulled back. To look at her. “Still want to get me back,” he whispered. “Because I know the perfect way you can do it,” he teased. Tracing her swollen lips lightly with his thumb. “Wow,” he laughed. “The lady’s speechless.” And so was he. When she opened those amazing blue eyes and stared at him. A breathtaking smile taking over her entire face as she shakily said, “That was…where’d you…oh my god.” “Ditto,” Luis smirked. Leaning forward and capturing her lips with his once more. And Sheridan clung to him as he kissed her even more deeply than before. They broke apart. Breathless. “Luis…” she gasped. Her blue eyes sparkling. “Ever hear of a simple kiss on the cheek? Moving a little fast there, Officer,” she laughed as he molded her body to his. Again. Running his hands up and down her back. She shivered. And suddenly he remembered where they were. What they had left behind. “We better get back before Kay calls 9-1-1,” he whispered. Twining his fingers with hers and tugging her forward. “Yeah. We better,” she said softly.

The drive back to the Lopez-Fitzgerald house was filled with silence and meaningful, stolen glances at each other. Sheridan didn’t know how she found the strength to keep from pulling over on the side of the road and mauling the man. Especially when he kept giving her that sexy grin of his. “We’re here,” she announced. Instantly feeling silly for saying such an inane thing. Of course, Luis knows we’re here. He lives here. Deep breath. Calm those hormones of yours down, girl. She let out a tiny squeak of surprise when her car door opened, and there stood Luis. She slipped her hand in his. Praying he couldn’t hear the way her heart was pounding from the simple gesture.

“Welcome to Hell,” Kay muttered. Pulling the door open before Luis could lay a hand on the knob. “Sorry I can’t stick around, Ms. Crane. And find out exactly what happened,” she said with a suspicious smile. Looking them both up and down from head to toe. “But I’ve had enough of this freak show. Thank you very much,” she said. Passing by with a wave of her hand. A camera dangling from around her neck. Sheridan laughed. A puzzled smile on her face. “Hell, huh? It can’t be THAT bad.” “Let’s go find out,” Luis suggested. Leading the way to Theresa’s bedroom. Muffled laughter could be heard from inside. “Shh,” he said. A finger to his lips as he eased the door open. And peeked inside. “What?” Sheridan whispered. Seeing his wide brown eyes dancing with humor. “You have to see it to believe it,” Luis chuckled. “Ethan Crane!” Sheridan shrieked in disbelief.

“What is going on here?” Miguel shook with laughter in the corner, and Whitney had her arms crossed. Her foot tapping in irritation. “Luis!” Theresa squealed. Her dark brown eyes glassy and bright. “Come in. You and Ms. Crane can join in on the fun. Right, Ethan?” she giggled. Her mascara brush poised in the air. “Yeah, Aunt Sweridun,” Ethan slurred. With a dopy smile. “I feel swo bad for teasing you,” he said. “Dwess up’s not dumb. It’s fun. Isn’t it, Twesa?” “Man,” Luis laughed. “Poor guy’s never going to live this down. What did your mother give them, Whitney?” Whitney just shrugged her shoulders. “Ethan,” Sheridan sighed. Seeing his brightly painted red toenails. “Dear nephew of mine. You should be SO thankful no one in this room has a cam…oh god,” she groaned. Covering her face with her hands. Remembering the camera around Kay’s neck. She couldn’t help but laugh. The girl was PRICELESS. “Wouldn’t the tabloids love those pictures?” she mused.

Later…after she had successfully coaxed Ethan back into his OWN clothes and wiped his face clear of ALL traces of make-up…she stood at Luis’s front door. Ready to leave. Disappointment gracing her features as she eavesdropped on his conversation with Sam Bennett. The Chief of Police. He wouldn’t make their date tonight, it seemed. He was being called into work. And she knew how much the money meant to his family so she wouldn’t try to convince him otherwise. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “That’s okay,” she said softly. “Another time, maybe,” she said with a hopeful smile. “Definitely another time,” he grinned. Taking her hand in his and playing with the ring on her finger. “I promise it’ll be worth the wait,” he boasted. And she smiled at him. Only he could get away with that statement, she thought. Any other man she would have labeled arrogant. “It better,” she teased. Her blue eyes dancing. She would have kissed him right then and there had Whitney and Miguel not been watching. With much interest she might add. “Come on, Ethan,” she said. Taking his hand and nudging him out the front door.

“WAIT!” a voice that could only belong to Theresa yelled frantically. “Here,” she said. Proudly presenting Ethan with…a teddy bear?!?! Sheridan rolled her eyes before she could stop herself. Her twenty-four-year-old nephew. A graduate of Harvard Law School. With a teddy bear. She wouldn’t have been at all surprised if Theresa slipped him a note that said “Do you like me? Check yes or no” next. “Bye, Ethan,” Theresa gushed dreamily. “I know you’ll take the best care of E.J. I named him after y…” Luis shut her up with a hand over her mouth. “I think it’s best if you got Ethan home and into bed. He looks a little green around the gills,” he said with a nod of his head. As if to prove his point…Ethan grabbed his head with his hands and in a weak voice said, “I’m getting a l’il dizzy, Aunt Sweridun. Take me home. Pwease.” “Like I said,” Luis chuckled. “The poor guy’s never going to live it down.” Especially not if Kay had anything to do about it, Sheridan thought with a smile. Ethan wouldn’t be forgetting this ‘experience’ any time soon.

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Chapter 20:

“Kay Bennett! What on earth are you doing wearing that sweater? Don’t tell me you’re cold,” Simone said. Kay just laughed at her. “No, I’m not cold, Simone. This is all part of the plan I told you about. Over the phone. Oh forget it. You’ve been spending WAY too much time at my house. I think my parents are rubbing off on you.” “Huh?” Simone asked. Looking at her best friend curiously. It’s true. She HAS been hanging around my house too much. I’m the only smart person in my family. And Harmony IS the Twilight Zone. Come to think of it…her dad kind of reminded her of the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. She giggled at the thought. What would that make Mom, she wondered. The Cowardly Lion? Nah. More like Betty Crocker on crack. “What’s so funny Kay?” Simone asked in exasperation. “Nothing,” Kay sighed. Absolutely nothing. Today was going to be perfect. Just perfect. She could feel it in her bones. Well…except for one tiny detail. Where was Miguel?

A gigantic smile lit up her face when he stepped inside the room just seconds later. But then Luis followed behind him. And she had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. “Simone,” she hissed. “What’s Luis doing here?” “I dunno,” Simone shrugged. “Looks like Ms. Crane doesn’t either,” Kay smirked. Totally enjoying how flustered their French teacher got when she saw Miguel’s brother. Then she remembered the way they looked yesterday. Clingy, wet clothes and guilty smiles. Something was definitely going on there. “Uh oh. Trouble in paradise,” she muttered. As Ms. Crane ushered Luis outside into the hall. Oh to be a fly on that wall. “Miguel,” she heard Reese say. “What’s your brother doing here?” “You know that little lecture we get on safety every year?” Miguel asked. “Yeah. Why?” Reese asked. Pushing his glasses back on his nose. “Luis got drafted for it this time.” Oh great, Kay thought in disgust. When Ms. Crane came back inside. With Luis. And about twenty other students. Including the Lethal Weapon and the Ice Princess. What good was Theresa with one arm? The girl was actually scarier that way.

No, no, no, no!!!! Go away, she pleaded as Theresa neared her desk. I don’t want you. Nobody ever listened to her anyway. Life was so NOT fair. Theresa wedged herself in the seat beside Kay. And she had to duck to avoid being knocked out cold by that hideous piece of plaster on Theresa’s arm. She stared in morbid fascination as the various versions of Ethan Crane’s name scrawled on the cast. One signature the real deal. Surrounded by a heart. Gag me, she thought. Glancing up to meet Theresa’s face. Good lord. The girl looked like she had a hang-over. She stuck her tongue out at Whitney when she saw her glaring back at her. Whitney could shove that tennis racket…”Ahem,” she heard Ms. Crane clear her throat. “There will be NO regular class today. Instead…Officer Lopez-Fitzgerald,” she said with a nervous smile cast in Luis’s direction, “is here to teach you a few tips that can save lives. Luis…um, Officer.”

Theresa giggled. Turning to her to whisper, “It’s FATE. Luis and Ms. Crane are made for each other. Maybe they’ll invite you to the wedding, Kay,” she sighed. Shifting in the desk and elbowing Kay in the ribs. HARD. Simone turned around in her seat when she heard a low growling noise. Glaring at her. “Kay,” she hissed. “Okay,” Luis said. Clapping his hands together. “I need a volunteer to help me. Any takers?” he asked. With a rather sexy grin, Kay had to admit. Hmm. Maybe she should just forget about Miguel and go after Luis. Before the words were even out of Luis’s mouth…more than 75% of the girls in the room had raised their hands. Luis laughed nervously. Looking to Ms. Crane for help. And finding it. “I’ll help,” she said softly. And damn if they didn’t both blush in embarrassment as Luis placed his arms around Ms. Crane. Demonstrating the heimlech maneuver. The entire class watched. Fascinated. This was better than HBO.

“Um…any questions?” Luis practically stuttered. Finally looking somewhere besides Ms. Crane’s eyes. Kay rolled her eyes as Reese’s hand automatically shot up. “Actually,” Reese began. In true smart-aleck fashion. “You’re doing it all wrong, Officer. Kay. If you might help me demonstrate,” Reese said. Getting to his feet. Not on your life, she thought. But for once…God bless her…Theresa actually saved the day for her. Volunteering to help Reese out. She just knew Ms. Crane would report ALL to Ethan. After all, she reasoned. She was certain they talked about her all the time. Especially after the wonderful fun they had together yesterday. Too bad she forgot one tiny little detail, Kay thought. As the wad of bubblegum she’d been smacking on the entire morning—to her extreme irritation—shot out of her mouth and across the room. Hitting Charity square in the face. Go Theresa, she thought. Maybe you’re not USELESS.

After Theresa had apologized profusely, Luis took over again. She looked around the room. All the girls were drooling—typical, and all the guys were snoring. That is until they heard the magic words. I know he’s not. He is so NOT going to teach us how to do…oh my god, he IS. “Yeah,” she heard one of the guys behind her leer. “Now this is good. Mouth to mouth.” Boy was he wrong. Everytime Luis leaned in close to pretend to give Ms. Crane mouth to mouth, she burst into a fit of laughter. The whole class was cracking up with her by the time the bell rang. She grabbed her books and set her plan in motion. The sweater was gone. And emblazoned across the white tee she wore was Ethan Crane in all his cross-dressing glory. Eat this, Theresa.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 21:

“So…,” Luis chuckled. “What was that all about? Afraid you can’t control yourself around me, Ms. Crane?” he teased. Advancing on her. Sheridan blushed furiously at his words. How’d you guess, she thought to herself nervously as he came closer. And closer. “Luis,” she squeaked. “What?” he asked innocently. Tracing his finger down her jawline. “Luis,” she repeated breathlessly as he leaned in even closer. She could swear he was going to kiss her. “Hmm?” he hummed. Threading his fingers through hers and pulling her against him. “What’s that?” he whispered. His dark eyes twinkling at her as he brushed his lips feather-soft against hers.

“I…I…I don’t remember,” she said. Sagging against him when her knees went weak. “Not laughing now. Are we?” he grinned. “Maybe it’s just as well. Young, impressionable kids like my brother and sister shouldn’t…just kidding,” he laughed at the shocked _expression on her face. Bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it. Whipping his head around when he heard a throat clear. The tiny redhead standing just two feet away had an enormous knowing smile on her lips. “Later,” he said. Releasing her hand. “I promised you a date. And Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald always keeps his promises,” he said in goodbye.

“OH MY GOD!” Suzie squealed. “Forgive me for saying this,” she said. Looking up towards the sky. “But that man is a god. Sheridan, girl. You are so lucky!” she gushed. “Tell me all about it. He mentioned something about a date. Details. I NEED details.” Sheridan laughed helplessly at Suzie’s barrage of questions. “Yes,” she said shyly. Staring in Luis’s wake. “He asked me out last week, but we haven’t had time to get together yet.” “WHAT?!?! You’re telling me the sexiest man alive asked you out, and you haven’t MADE time to go out with him. You see? That’s the difference in you and me. If I were you…let’s just say…on second thought,” she paused. Dropping her voice to a whisper as a couple of students trudged in, “just know I wouldn’t waste any time getting to know that man better.”

“Suzie!” Sheridan laughed in embarrassment. “You’re awful.” “Nah,” Suzie giggled as they walked toward the door. “You’re just jealous ‘cause I have the guts to do exactly what you want to do. And don’t give me that look. Come on, Sheridan. Honey. Your face is an open book. You so want the man. And don’t think he doesn’t know it,” she laughed. All the way back to her classroom. Oh god. Am I that obvious, she wondered as she spotted Luis down the hall. Trying to break up the rather large crowd that had formed in the middle of the hall.

“Luis? What’s going on here?” she queried. Joining the rather large group that seemed to have gathered. Around…around Kay, she realized as she heard the younger girl’s voice clearly. “Twenty bucks?!?! Are you kidding me? What are you SMOKING?!?! Come on,” she yelled in disgust. “If you want one of these,” she said. Holding a tee-shirt up. Sheridan couldn’t quite make out what was on the front of it. “If you want a tee-shirt with Harmony’s own Prince Charming on the front of it proving how much of an ass he really is, you’re going to have to pay big bucks.” She looked to Luis in confusion when she heard him groan. And saw him cover his face.

“And it gets even worse,” he muttered. When Theresa’s voice could be heard over the crowd. “KAY BENNETT!!! What were you thinking?” she practically screamed. “You cut ME out of the picture,” she whined. Picture. Whoa! What picture? Oh god. She didn’t. She did! “Let me see that,” she said. Pushing her way through the crowd of onlookers and grabbing the shirt from Kay’s hands. Good lord. Luis was so right. Ethan would NEVER live this down. Kay tried unsuccessfully to hide the smirk on her face. Ms. Crane looked like she was going to pass out. Or KILL her, she thought. Biting her lip to keep from smiling as people starting thrusting money at her.

Grabbing the tee-shirts from her hands. “Here!” Theresa squealed. Opening her purse and pulling out a wad of cash. “I was going to use this for...something else...but this is so much better. How many will that buy?” she asked cluelessly. Kay’s eyes widened as she counted out the money. Was Theresa just dumb or mentally ill? The crazy girl just handed her 200 dollars. Where…? “Kay Bennett!” Luis yelled. Grabbing the money from her and stuffing it back in his sister’s hands. "That's it! I hate to do this. But come with me. We're going to the office." Great, Kay thought. Just great. All that hard work for this. Ugh!

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Chapter 22:

“Wait a minute! Wait a minute!” Kay yelled. “Do we really have to do this? I mean, my dad’s going to kill me. Luis…you don’t want my death hanging over your head, do you?” Kay exaggerated. Giving him her best innocent look. “Cut it out, Kay. You’re forgetting the fact that I’ve known you your entire life. I know ALL your little tricks. And no offense, Kay. But Mother Theresa you’re NOT.” Kay’s mouth hung open in shock. Luis grabbed her by the arm and pulled her forward once more. “Okay…okay…so I’m the anti-heroine. Is that really so bad?” she pouted. Sheridan snickered in the background. And Luis couldn’t control the smile that took over his face.

“That’s better,” Kay said appreciatively. “See? That wasn’t so hard. So…what do you say? Are you going to cut me some slack? Even you have to admit, Ms. Crane, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Your nephew might have a future as a drag queen if all the Crane money dries up, and Daddy can’t buy his job for him. How in the world did HE make it out of Harvard?” Sheridan opened her mouth to answer her. But shut it when laughter escaped instead. “Kay,” Luis warned. “What?” she huffed. “I think it’s a valid question.” “Keep talking and the deal’s off,” Luis answered. “Deal? You’re cutting me a deal? There is a God. Thank you, Luis,” she said happily. Catching him off-guard when she threw her arms around his neck in thanks. “Whoa! Slow down,” he chuckled. “I didn’t say I was letting you off scot-free.” “Great,” Kay muttered sarcastically. “Ms. Crane…a little help here. Don’t you have him on a tight enough leash yet?” Sheridan choked in embarrassment. Luis smiled at her reaction and said, “Hand it over.”

“You’re kidding me,” Kay grumbled. “Do you realize how much money I spent getting those ridiculous tee-shirts made? My car money. That was my car money. Now I’ll never save enough,” she sighed. Digging through her pockets and pulling out the wad of cash. “What are you going to do with all that anyway?” she asked curiously. “There’s over $300 there.” “Give it to charity,” Sheridan suggested. Luis beamed at her. “Oh puh-leaze,” Kay groaned. “Would you stop it with the public flirting and googly eyes? Go on a real date already. Get it over with. You two are worse than Chris Hall and his squeeze of the week. What’s next? Making out on Ms. Crane’s desk? Oh…my…god! You didn’t!” she exclaimed when Sheridan looked at her feet. Her cheeks burning red.

“You know,” she grinned. A devious twinkle in her eyes. “That’s primo blackmail material. I could SO use that. But I won’t,” she rushed. Seeing Luis’s warning glare. And catching sight of the cuffs he passed back and forth from hand to hand. “I didn’t think so,” he smiled. “Now that we have that settled…I want you to get ALL those tee-shirts back. I don’t care how you do it. Just do it. Mr. Crane could press charges against you. You don’t want that. Do you Kay?” “No,” she mumbled. “Anything else, Drill Sergeant?” “An apology to Ms. Crane would be nice. Ethan IS her nephew.” “I’m sorry, Ms. Crane,” she said in a sincere enough voice. “I’ll never insult Tweedledum again,” she giggled evilly over her shoulder as she walked away.

“That girl is something else,” Luis laughed. Shaking his head. “Are we as bad as she claims?" Sheridan asked with a shy smile. "Must be," Luis grinned. "You might not always like what Kay has to say..." "She's...um, what's the word?" Sheridan said. "I think the word you're looking for is 'blunt'," Luis supplied. "I can't deny there's usually a kernel of truth in what she says. So...Ms. Crane," he teased. "Let's take the plunge. In Kay's words 'Get it over with'. What do you say?" he said. Giving her his most charming smile. "Saturday--'cause all the other nights are school nights," he said hurriedly. "8ish. I'll pick you up. Any objections?" he asked. Bringing her hand up to his lips. "No objections," Sheridan answered with a glorious smile. "See you then," Luis waved as he walked down the hall. A similar smile plastered on his face. "Hope you wear your dancing shoes," he called. Dancing shoes, indeed, Sheridan thought to herself as she admired the view. If I can pick my jaw up off the floor long enough.

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Chapter 23:

“Oh Luis,” Theresa sighed dreamily as she watched him glance in the mirror. Again. “This is so wonderful. I can’t wait for the wedding.” “Theresa,” Luis quirked an eyebrow at her. “You haven’t been inhaling that stuff, have you?” he asked. Pointing to the glittery pink polish on her nails. “Huh?” she asked cluelessly. “Forget it,” he grinned. Looking into his little sister’s starry eyes. “As I was saying…” Theresa bubbled doggedly. “It’s FATE, you know. That you and Ms. Crane met. Do you think she’d let me be one of her bridesmaids?” she asked. Twirling around and around. Giggling when she stumbled into her big brother’s arms. “Theresa! Please be more careful.” You’re already at a disadvantage naturally, you lovable klutz. “Do you want two broken arms?” “No! Silly!” she smiled when the doorbell rang. “That’ll be Whit,” she said. Skipping to the front door. Coming disastrously close to falling flat on her face twice.

“Whit!” she squealed exuberantly. Throwing her good arm around the other girl’s neck. “Come on in,” she ushered. “I need your help with something. Quick,” she whispered. Dragging her back to her room and shutting the door. “Oh my goodness! Whitney!” she babbled breathlessly. “This is the PERFECT opportunity. Tonight you—and my brother—are going to help me get in the Crane Mansion.” “WHAT!” Whitney yelled in surprise. “Theresa! Are you crazy? Wait! Don’t answer that. Stupid question. You’re certifiable, girl.” “Oh Whit,” Theresa sighed. “Why do you always say that?” Whitney crossed her arms and tapped her foot in irritation. “Do you want the Cliff Notes’ version? Or the real thing?”

Theresa ignored her. Flinging the door to her closet open and pulling out a black jumpsuit. “What do you think?” “Crane security will mis—know you’re a stalker and arrest you on the spot.” “Whit,” Theresa whined. “Quit trying to steal my fun. Luis doesn’t know it yet. But he’s going to get me free admittance onto Crane grounds. And the rest…well, I’ll make up the rest as I go along. I’m going to do it anyway,” she said. Trying to pull her pink tank over her head and groaning in frustration when it got stuck. On her bothersome cast. Oh well. It was worth it. Ethan had come to her house with flowers. Roses. All because of that cast. She wondered…what would he bring her if she…nah. “Thank you, Whitney,” she beamed as her best friend helped her slip the shirt over her head. And she stepped into the jumpsuit. “All done. How do I look?” she asked. Turning around slowly. “Like a Catwoman reject,” Whitney muttered.

“Theresa,” they heard Luis call. “I’m about to leave. Just wanted to say bye.” “Bye, Luis. Have fun,” she shouted. “Hurry, Whit. Help me out that window. I have to stow away in the back of Luis’s car before he gets in. Oh wait,” she said. Biting her lip. “Stall him. I’ll never make it if you don’t.” “Theresa,” Whitney hissed. “I promise…I won’t mention FATE or DESTINY for a whole week. Scout’s honor,” she pouted. “Cheater!” Whitney laughed when she saw Theresa’s crossed fingers. “If I didn’t love you so much…” “Thank you,” she grinned. Throwing one leg over the window sill. Whitney rolled her eyes when she heard a soft “Ouch.” And pulled Theresa’s bedroom door shut behind her. “Luis? Sorry to bother you…but I need your help on something.”

Theresa barely stifled her giggles from her hiding place in the backseat as she listened to her brother sing along with the music on the radio. Singing was best left up to her. She was the one with the ‘real’ talent. Her heart sped up when the car rolled to a stop and a light penetrated the blanket she was hidden under. Please. Please. It’s fate. Don’t mess with fate. God wanted her to be Mrs. Ethan Crane. He wouldn’t let her down now. She breathed a sigh of relief when the car started moving again. And she was still safe and sound. “Ow,” she whispered. Rubbing her head when Luis’s sudden stop made her lurch forward. Crashing into the passenger seat. “What the hell,” she heard her brother swear. She held her breath until she heard the car door open and shut a few minutes later. Whew! That was close. Luis whistled the whole way to Sheridan’s cottage door. He tugged at his collar nervously. Unbuttoning the top button as he pushed the doorbell. “I’ll be right there,” he heard a familiar voice say. And just seconds later, he literally stopped breathing at the sight in front of him. He not only stopped breathing. His heart thudded to a stop.

“Luis?” Sheridan smiled nervously. “What? You don’t like the dress?” she asked. Looking down shyly. Finally he found his tongue. “Don’t like the dress? Don’t like the dress? Are you kidding me? I think I’m going to have to arrest you. It’s a crime to look that good,” he grinned. Admiring her beauty. From head to toe. “That dress is sheer perfection,” he whistled appreciately. It sure is sheer. That’s for damn sure, he thought. Gulping. “Red is most definitely your color.” ANY color is YOUR color, Luis, she thought with a smile. Staring at him. They were so caught up in each other…they didn’t notice Theresa steal away from Luis’s car and dart off in the distance. With a few stumbles, of course. The girl was anything BUT stealthy.

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Chapter 24:

“Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!” Theresa squealed in the darkness. “I can’t believe this is really happening! I’m about to go inside the Crane Mansion! To Ethan’s room! Oh no,” she gasped when a voice slurred, “Who’s thwere?” She darted around the corner. Her back flat against the wall. Chest heaving from all the excitement. “I thaid who’s thwere?” the surly voice demanded. Her eyes widened when a figure stepped out into the moonlight. And she realized it was none other than Mr. Crane. What was that he was wearing? She squinted. Trying to make it out in the darkness. Clamping a hand over her own mouth when it dawned on her. Mr. Crane was wearing a Batman costume! She looked down at her jumpsuit and grinned. He KNEW she was coming and wanted to make her feel welcome. How sweet! Since that was the case…she decided to come out of hiding.

“Hi, Mr. Crane!” she bubbled. Jumping out from the shadows. “BWA!!!” he screamed. That WAS him she heard screaming like a woman the night she broke her arm. Julian did a double take. More like a triple take. He clutched his brandy glass in one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other. Blinking. NO. He WASN’T dreaming. “C-C-C-C-atwoman?” he asked in disbelief. “What?” Theresa asked dumbly. Even better, Julian thought. Giving her his best leer. Beauty. NO brains. “Do you have something in your eye, Mr. Crane?” Theresa asked cluelessly. “Uh…uh…no,” he answered. Slipping his arm around her shoulders. “What do you thay I give you a thour of the Mansion,” he grinned. “Bedrooms first,” he said. A devious twinkle in his eye as he led her inside.

“I can’t believe how beautiful your home is, Mr. Crane,” Theresa gushed. Twirling around. Her eyes lifted upward. “I feel just like Annie.” “That must make me Daddy Warbucks,” Julian said. Sidling up next to her and lifting her long brown hair off of her shoulder. His eyes rolled back in pleasure. Who needed Vicky Vale anyway? Suzanne paled in comparison to this lovely—how should he say it—vapid, perhaps? Theresa. “Oh Mr. Crane,” Theresa sighed. Stepping forward and placing a hand on the stair rail. “You promised me a tour. What are you waiting for? I want to see every room in this house.” Oh that could be arranged, dear girl. Ooo. He’d like nothing better than to…

“Have you ever been on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous?” Theresa babbled as she tripped up the stairs. “That’s my FAVORITE show,” she said in a faraway voice. “Mr. Crane? I asked you a question,” she said. Turning around. Was Mr. Crane staring at her butt just now? “Uh…yes, Ca…Theresa? I think you lost an earring,” he said. Biting his lip in glee as he admired the view when she leaned down to search for it. God, she was easy. She hadn’t even been wearing earrings.

After about 15 minutes spent searching for the non-existent earring, they finally arrived at the second floor. “Right this way, dear,” he said. This was the best drunken haze he had ever had. “Make yourself comfortable,” he suggested. “Would you like something to drink?” “Whatever you have, Mr. Crane,” Theresa answered. Leaning back against the silk sheets with a dreamy sigh. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine she was in Ethan’s room. Oh my goodness, she thought. Shooting upright. “Ethan!” What the hell, Julian thought. Rubbing his head where they’d collided. Ethan was a new one on him. But if the lovely girl wanted Ethan…he could BE Ethan. “Hold that thought,” he whispered. Scampering off the bed. Ethan. Ethan. He pulled his best stuffed shirt outfit out of the closet and thrust his arms through the sleeves of the dreadful sweater. “Oh Theresa,” he called. Waltzing back into the bedroom. Expecting to see her lying there. Waiting for him. On the bed. “Drat! Where is she?” He got his answer seconds later when Gwen’s shrill scream made his ears ring. “Oh my god!”

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Chapter 25:

“Wow! Luis,” Sheridan said breathlessly. “I didn’t know there was a place like this in Harmony,” she smiled. Luis looked at her in amazement. Then he grinned. “I was so sure you wouldn’t like this place,” he laughed. “What?” Sheridan asked. “I said…” he shouted. Trying to be heard over the noise of the crowd. “Forget it, Luis. Come on,” she said. Pulling him out on to the dance floor. “I want to dance.” He felt a jolt of electricity pass through him when she placed her smaller hand in his and began moving to the music. He had never been with someone so…alive. He was having a hard time keeping up with her. That might have had something to do with the fact that his jaw was flapping open in a perpetual _expression of awe. “Luis,” Sheridan laughed. Leaning in close. “Stop drooling, Officer,” she said in a throaty whisper. Her blue eyes sparkling with mirth as she placed his hands on her hips.

The music seemed to fade in the background as they danced. Like they had danced together forever. Only with each other. The woman dancing with such abandon in front of him was not the same woman who blushed furiously at his teasing remarks. This woman was sexy as hell. He was having a hard time deciding which Sheridan Crane he liked more. It surprised him when he realized he wanted to get to know all the quirks of her personality. All her little imperfections. The music slowed. But he was still unable to catch his breath. You’re beautiful, he had the insane urge to say as they swayed gently with the strains of the soft Spanish melody. Instead he only pulled her closer. Laughing softly at the surprise in her blue eyes. And covering her bare back with one of his hands. The fingers of his other hand twined with hers.

Sheridan shivered when Luis caressed her skin softly. Slowly. Oh god, she thought. Somebody save me from myself. She felt herself drowning in his dark eyes. And he knew it, too, she realized. Ducking her head in embarrassment. A smile playing on her lips. She didn’t have to have eyes in the top of her head to see the smirk on Luis’s face. What was he doing to her? And did she even want him to stop? Before she could answer her own question, the music ended. She slipped out of his arms. And escaped. She was afraid she couldn’t control herself much longer if he kept looking at her like that. The cool ocean breeze felt wonderful on her overheated skin, and she breathed in the salty air.

“Sheridan,” she muttered to herself. Crossing her arms over her chest and looking up at the starry sky. “You have to get ahold of yourself. What would Luis have done if you’d grabbed him and…? You know what? You’re nuts, girl. He’s just teasing you. I’m sure his heart doesn’t flutter like a schoolboy’s every time he sees YOU,” she sighed. She gasped in surprise when an amused voice answered her question. “Worse,” he grinned. Walking towards her. And cupping her face. “HE gets the uncontrollable urge to do THIS,” he said. Giving her a toe-curling kiss. One that had her sliding her arms around his neck and holding on for dear life. And him smiling against her lips when she oaned softly into his mouth.

“You have my permission to do that whenever and wherever you get the urge, Officer,” she said breathlessly. A glorious smile on her face. She giggled as he took her up on her offer. Making the first kiss pale in comparison. “Ms. Crane,” he grinned. “You have a deal.”

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