"Of course. I love Disneyland and haven't been there in years." As they drove to Anaheim, they talked of many things. Some of it was typical small talk, some quite serious. They found themselves more and more attracted to each other and their barriers were coming down. They were falling in love and only time would tell where this would lead. They lost track of time at Disneyland. They played pirate and fair maiden on Pirates to the Caribbean; Steve imagined himself Casey Jones on Thunder Mountain Railroad; they pictured themselves as skiers on Splash Mountain and the Matterhorn. Steve and Christy were race drivers on the Autobahn and balloonists on the sky ride. They strolled through New Orleans square and had the street artist sketch their portrait; they stopped awhile to listen to the Ragtime piano player on Main Street; they watched the Disneyland Band on parade; they munched on sno cones and hot dogs. They relaxed and became comfortable with one another. As they walked hand-in-hand back to the parking lot, Steve stopped. He turned to Christy, kissed her and said: "This has been a wonderful day. It's been a long time since I have been able to relax, and to be this comfortable with a date. What about you?"

Christy kissed him back and said: "Steve, I did have a wonderful time. You can't begin to understand how much today means to me. I was attracted to you the day you came into the store. Hearing you put your foot in your mouth was charming. I'm really looking forward to tonight. What's your father like?"

Steve cast a furtive glance around the parking lot. Good, there wasn't anyone near them. He took Christy into his arms and kissed her lips with a little more passion than he expected. He then held her close, kissing her hair and letting his hands roam down her back and under her shirt. He felt her body stiffen as she slowly backed away. She looked up at him, not quite knowing what to say, and wondering if she were about to kill the best time she'd had in years.

"Steve, you're moving too fast. Slow down, please."

"Slow down? Not get out of my sight? I felt you stiffen and I thought that I'd blown it."

"You haven't blown it, but isn't this the part where we set the ground rules? You make the obligatory move and I set the limits? Do people still do that, or am I so out of touch with modern romance that I've just lost you? You told me Tuesday that you want to get to know me and asked if I were game. I am. Lord knows I am, but at a slower pace for now."

"You haven't lost me. One 'whoa, boy' isn't getting rid of me. I have plans. And, yes, couples still set limits. A slower pace is just fine-for now. Deal?"

"Thank you, Steve. Deal. Now, back to my original question. What's your father like?"

"My dad is a physician. He's the head of internal medicine at Community General hospital. He's also great fun and you'll like him. He'll like you."

"Steve, you said that we're going to have dinner with your dad. What about your mom?"

"My mom died many years ago. And I miss her," he added almost inaudibly. "What about your parents?"

"They're both dead. I'm from Washington State and what's left of my family is there. I couldn't stand living there any more and the store has branches in many states, so I asked for a transfer and got it. I've been here for about six months. Hey, I just realized that you know what I do for a living but I don't know what you do. So, what is your occupation?"

Steve couldn't face telling her and, he was sure, losing her so he said: "I work for the city."

"Which city? Malibu?"

"No, Los Angeles. My job isn't all that interesting. Bureaucratic stuff."

"Oh, I remember," said Christy. "You said your friend was a Medical Examiner. Some city position that intersects with hers?"

"Sort of. I always heard that Washington is really pretty," he said, trying to change the subject.

"It is. It isn't the state that I can't stand. It's other things. I'd go back in a minute for a vacation."

By the time she finished her answer, Steve was pulling into his driveway. They got out and Steve pulled Christy's bag out of the truck bed. He gave her a quick kiss and took her into the house.

"Hi, dad, we're home."

"Hi, Steve. You must have had a really good time. You're later than I expected. Dinner is almost ready, just need to broil the steaks."

He saw Christina standing next to Steve and greeted her.

"You must be Christina. Welcome to our home."

"Oh, sorry," said Steve. "Christina Spencer, I'd like you to meet my father, Dr. Mark Sloan. We did have a great time."

"How do you do, Dr. Sloan. I'm very pleased to finally meet you."

"And I am pleased to meet you."

Steve interjected: "Christy, honey, it looks like it's too late to hit the beach. Drop your bag on the floor. I want to go downstairs and change into another shirt. Raspberry sno-cone-juice stain is ugly to get out."

Christy chuckled as she said: "Dr. Sloan, did he just leave so we can have a moment to talk? Let you grill the new girlfriend?", she continued with a twinkle in her eye.

"Well, yes, but how did you know?"

Christy replied: "I don't recall him having a raspberry sno cone. It was orange and the teenage menace didn't run into him. If you'll notice, the stain is on my shirt."

"Well, ya got us. Have you lived in LA for a long time?"

"Actually, no. I'm from Washington State. I transferred down here for a change of scene. Most of my family is dead and there was nothing holding me. I've been here for about six months."

"Do you enjoy it here, Christina?"

"Christy, please, Dr. Sloan and, yes, I do enjoy it here. Very much. Even more since I've met Steve. But then, I bet you can see that."

"True. You can't hide it, can you? And call me Mark."

"Thank you, Mark, and you are correct. I can't hide my feelings about Steve and you can't hide your concern about me. What do you want to know?"

"Christy, Steve will tell me everything in good time. All I've ever wanted is for him to be happy, really happy. If you are the joy in his life, you are welcome here. Now, how about helping me with the steaks."

Steve reappeared from below and his dad said to him: "Steve, she's a sharp one. Your ploy about the sno cone would have worked, but she's the one with the stain on her shirt. Nice try."

They all laughed went to broil the steaks, Mark cooking and Steve and Christy sidewalk superintending. At last they sat down to eat. The food was good and the company enjoyable. They talked until Christy noticed that it was nearing 10:00 p.m. She said that she should go, and as Steve grabbed his keys he mouthed to his father: "Stay awake till I get back." When they arrived at Christina's apartment, Steve escorted her to her door, gave her a kiss on the cheek and said he would pick her up at 9:00. He said that he realized there wouldn't be time to go dirt biking, but he would take her to breakfast and they'd spend some time at the beach. Since Amanda's party would take place the following day, he'd stay around home. He invited her and she demurred. He said they'd see about it later, kissed her again and left.


When he returned home, Mark was waiting for him as he had asked.

"Thanks, dad. How'd you like her? Isn't she great? Don't you just love her?"

"You're welcome, son. I like her very much, she's lovely. But hold on. This was your first date. How much do you really know about her? What does she say about your being a cop?"

"Dad, I know she's from Washington. I know that I am falling in love with her. She doesn't know I'm a cop. And I know something that I wish I didn't. I saw some medication on her night stand and I wrote it down. What's it for? Please tell me it's not serious."

Mark took the paper and read: "Normodyne." He smiled lovingly at his son saying gently: "This is for high blood pressure. Probably not very serious and most likely weight related. Don't worry. My guess is that when she drops the weight she won't need it."

"Why does she have to drop it? Why can't you doctors accept people? I think she gets blasted about it all the time. When we had dinner she stayed with the chicken and tonight she was very careful. We talked about it but I'm not going to hassle her."

"Steve, she really should lose it and I'd guess that she knows it. I'd also guess that she's trying to leave something behind by transferring down here. Go slow with her. But while you're seeing her support her. Let her pick her own food and I'll do the same. I'm not going to mention it unless she does. If she asks for help, I'll give it and so should you."

"I'd planned on taking her to Bob's for breakfast and then spending the morning on the beach. Now what should I do?"

"Take her anyway. And have a good time. Bring her to the party."

"I already asked and she said no. I don't want to force it but I do want her to come."

"Then let tomorrow take care of itself. Go and get some sleep. If you're too excited, tell me and I'll give you a light sedative. Just enough to let you relax and sleep."

"Yeah, I guess I could use one," Steve replied as he followed his dad into the bathroom. "Thanks." Steve then went down to his bedroom, took it and quickly fell asleep.
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Steve awoke at around 7:00 Sunday morning. He'd slept well due, in part, to the sedative and, in part, to the wonderful time he'd had on Saturday. He was amazed at how relaxed and comfortable he was with Christy. He wondered if she felt as he did. He also wondered if his dad were right; was she trying to leave something behind and what was it? "There are so many things it could be. So many things! Please, let this work." He dressed and went upstairs to find Mark slowly making his way out to the kitchen in his usual morning fog. They spent some time together and Steve left to pick up Christy. He wondered if she'd like Bob's and how she'd feel finding out that he, Jesse and his dad owned it. Well, at least it shouldn't scare her off. Maybe he should tell her about the "bureaucratic stuff" he did for the city of Los Angeles. Then he'd know if there were any chance for him. Then again, maybe he shouldn't. He couldn't decide. He just hoped that no one would decide it for him. All he'd need would be to have it come out in conversation. Oh well, no point in worrying now. They'd have a really nice breakfast and spend some time together. They'd talk, swim, sunbathe and grow closer. He hoped. He pulled into the parking lot of Christy's apartment complex to find her just returning from a walk.

"Hi, Christy. Lucky thing you're back. Wouldn't want to have to wait," said Steve, his eyes twinkling.

"It's 8:45, buster," Christy said in mock irritation, "and you're early. It 's a nice morning and I thought that I'd take a walk. Let's go in and I'll grab my bag and purse."

"Bag? Does that mean you'll spend time on the beach with me?"

"Yes. Who knows, maybe there won't be many sunbathers. Or maybe they'll keep their mouths shut. But somehow I doubt it. I really don't know how I'm going to react if they start. I just hope you can do what you say you can."

"And I hope I don't have to," Steve thought. He said, "Let's party."

As they drove to Bob's, they re-lived Saturday's activities. Disneyland had been a blast and they thought that they'd go again. Or maybe they'd visit each of the amusement parks in the Los Angeles area. In due course they reached the restaurant where, upon entering, Steve was greeted with "Hi, boss. Things are really good today. Jesse's over in the corner."

Christy was nonplused and said: "Hi, boss? You own this place? I thought you said you work for the city."

"Yes, and I did. Jesse, my father and I are partners here, but it's a sideline for all of us. Jesse is a physician as well. He's the head of the ER at Community General and a close friend."

"Where is he and do I get to meet him?"

"Over in the corner by the kitchen door and he's with the woman I bought the blouse for."

"Oh, the Medical Examiner."

Steve escorted Christy to a table, and when Jesse saw them, he arose and started toward them. Steve shot him a look that said don't and pulled out a chair for Christy. "I'll introduce them later. Right now, I want you to myself. I still wish you'd come to Amanda's party today."

"Steve, I'm the saleswoman. I'd be intruding if I showed up."

"You're not the saleswoman today. You're my date. Besides, they already know about you. Please come."

"I should really say no, but I can't. Yes, I'll go with you."

Mike, one of the servers, presented himself at their table and took orders. Christy ordered a poached egg on dry toast, grapefruit juice and coffee and Steve ordered his usual breakfast of pancakes and eggs. While they waited, they continued to rehash the previous day. Finally, Steve could contain his curiosity no longer and asked: "Christy, I noticed medication on your night stand yesterday. I was able to read it so I wrote it down and asked my dad last night."

"I thought you'd seen it. Did your dad tell you what it's for?"

"Yes. He said that it's for high blood pressure that is probably weight related. He also wondered if you were all right."

"He's right. I'm OK; I just get lonely now and then and it shows. I don't hide emotions very well. Just like now."

She got up, walked over to Steve and kissed him. "I do believe that I love you, Steve Sloan." Mike returned with their breakfasts and they enjoyed them. When they finished, Steve introduced Christy to Amanda and Jesse and told them that she'd be at the party. They chatted a little and Steve and Christy left for Malibu and sun and fun on the beach. Just before they got into the truck, Steve said: "I believe that I love you, too."

On the way to Malibu they talked. They revealed more about themselves but still they sidestepped the two big issues-Steve's profession and Christy's secret. When they arrived at Steve's home, he placed the guest bedroom at her disposal so she could change and shower later; he went to his apartment to change. They would meet on the deck. Christy finished first and emerged to find Mark awaiting her. He smiled his pleasure at seeing her and said:

"Hi, honey. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Mark, thank you. Steve mentioned that you'd discussed my medication. Is there anything specific you want to know? He seemed a little apprehensive this morning-as though he were worried about something."

"Honey, he's in love with you. He's been hurt so many times and he fears that you are really ill. He's afraid he's headed for another disappointment. If you love him as I think you do, and there is something, tell him sooner rather than later. It will save you both heartache."

He hugged her and she went out on the deck to gaze at the ocean. She pondered Mark's advice, and, knowing that he was right, let the tears come. So much for a second day with him. So much for a chance at love. Meanwhile Steve came upstairs and greeted his dad. Mark mentioned that he'd talked with Christy and that she was out on the deck. Then he gave Steve the same bit of advice. Tell her sooner rather than later about your badge. Steve joined her on the deck and saw the tears.

"Christy, what's wrong? Don't you feel well?"

"I'm fine, Steve, but we need to talk. I've known that this day would come and I've been trying to put it off. Your dad said something that made me realize that to put it off any longer is unfair. I love you but there's something you need to know about me."

"There's something you need to know about me as well. But not now. I'm not giving up this day with you. Tonight, when I take you home. I said that I love you and I do. I have plans for us and I'm not giving them up. At least not without a fight." She started to protest and he said: "Later."

As they walked out toward the beach, the joy came back. The ease of being with one another came back. They ran for a bit, Steve making sure that he wasn't outrunning her. They swam. They had a sand fight. And for one moment they embraced and each felt an emotion stir inside that neither had known before. Was this love real? They both decided that it was, and that knowledge bolstered them. Christy thought: "What could Steve tell me that could kill what I feel?" Steve thought the same.

They sat on the blanket Steve had brought with them, and he held her so that her back rested on his chest. They talked about her job and his restaurant, about how to handle customers and how to order supplies. Every now and then they'd get strange looks, but Steve had a wonderful glare that precluded any wisecracks-until the local stud came by with a few friends. He stared at Christy, obviously undressing her in his mind's eye, and then started in. The rhetorical questions he asked, all the while pointing at them and jabbing his friends, threw Steve for a loop. Next the obscene cracks spewed from his mouth at the top of his voice. Steve could feel Christy start to shake. He was about to reach for his ID that he'd put in his fanny pack when he had a brilliant thought. It would take care of the stud and save him from having to reveal that he was a cop. Christy was right, however, they would have to talk that night. But, first things first. Steve turned Christy toward him and pointedly kissed her lips. He pulled her further toward him and appeared to start nibbling her ear. He said to her under his breath: "Stay calm. Don't let that scum drive you off the beach. Follow my lead."

Then he sat up, held her close and said to her: "Say, Christy, did I tell you about my last class? Great review of the libel laws in California. And the stud over there is a great example."

Christy replied: "No, tell me. Must have been fascinating."

"Oh it was. The definition just fits our 'Sir Stud' here. We define libel as the deliberate public spreading of lies about a person. In this case, both of us. The judgments in these cases are usually quite handsome. Why I bet that this last little tirade could be heard within at least a thirty foot radius. That's public. We know it's deliberate and we know that they are lies."

Steve arose, walked over to the big mouth and said as he extended his hand: "Hi, I'm Steve Sloan. And you're?"

"Evan Sanders."

"Well, Evan, baby, this will make an absolutely lovely lawsuit. Unless, of course, you and your buddies decide to leave and slither back into your holes. If I ever again see any of you here harassing people, you and a couple of my friends on the police force are going to go a few rounds. Do we understand each other?"

"Uh, yeah. Bye," said Sir Stud who took off with his friends.

Christy looked at Steve and finally couldn't contain her laughter.

"Thanks. That should keep him quiet for about a week."

"Oh it'll keep him quiet longer than that. I meant what I said about a libel suit and my friends on the force, and Sir Stud knew it."

"Steve, are you a lawyer for the city?"

"No, but I do have some knowledge of the law."

"What, then? I am getting really curious."

"Tonight, when we talk. I'll tell you then." Steve looked at his watch and said that it was time to go back to the house and change for Amanda's party. He thought about the blouse and he hoped that Amanda would like it. Just as they finished changing and decorating, Amanda arrived with CJ. As Amanda and Christy started to talk, Jesse and Susan came in. Everyone was present so Mark laid the table for dinner. Then came a beautiful Black Forest cake from a local bakery which everyone enjoyed. Mark presented Amanda with a beautiful heart-shaped pendant. Jesse gave her a charm bracelet. Susan had purchased a tapestry in Mexico City for her. Christy and Steve had stopped at the store just after breakfast, and she picked up a scarf clip that would somehow just match what Steve had selected. Amanda opened Steve's present and gasped her pleasure: "Steve, it's beautiful." Then she read the note, looked up at him and said: "Thank you." They finished the evening with a few crazy games and more pleasant chit chat. The clock rang the hour of 8, and it was time to break up the party. Amanda had to get CJ home and to bed; Susan and Jesse were due in early at the hospital; and Steve wanted to get Christy home and have their little discussion, so that he could get on with his plans. Everyone helped clean up and, just as Steve and Christy were about to leave, his phone rang.

"Sloan. But, sir, I'm off until tomorrow. It's a Sunday, how could there have been that many? Yes, sir, Main and Temple." He looked at his father in desperation and said: "Take her home, dad. Please. Talk to her about this." To Christy, he said: "Honey. I didn't want it to come out like this. I'm a cop, homicide to be specific. Please don't leave me. Please don't hate me." He turned and took off. As he drove to the scene of the crime he thought: "Please don't let me lose her."

The departures left Mark and Christy alone. She said that she'd get her things and they'd leave. Mark didn't like the look on her face and feared that Steve had been right. He felt her rejecting Steve. He also couldn't believe that he had so misjudged her. This time, he wasn't going to let it rest. This time, he was going to have his say. If he could do anything about it, this time he would not see his son hurt.

"Christy, we're not leaving. We're going to talk. I'm sorry that you had to find out about Steve's profession this way. I know that he was going to tell you tonight. He always dreads this moment. Time and time again he thought he found the woman he loved, but she couldn't get past his being a cop. When he left, I was trying to judge if your face were showing anger or disgust."

"Fear, Mark. Good old fashioned fear. If Steve's job were the only problem, there would be no problem. His being a cop wouldn't have bothered me in the least, except for the fear of his being killed. I could have learned to live with that, cope with it, but I won't have the chance. What you are seeing in me is the knowledge that we will break up and the problem will be my past. You were right earlier, there is something to tell but it isn't medical."

"Christy, what could there possibly be in your past that could come between you and Steve? He loves you and he told me that you said that you love him. I don't suppose that he told you what his plans for you two are, but he sees a wedding, children, anniversaries, old age. And he sees them with you."

"I see them as well. I let myself believe that he could overcome what I have to tell him, so it was easy to enjoy yesterday and today. I figured that he'd probably be shocked, and take off. But since he reacted differently to me than any other man ever has, I thought that he'd think about it and come back. I made a really big mistake once and, like all such things, it's coming back to haunt me."

"Christy, are you going to tell me?"

"Yes, and listen well. When I tell Steve the next time I see him, he'll need you. Now that I know he's a police officer, I know that he'll never come back. He can't."

She looked up and saw Mark looking at her. "OK, Mark, I'll get to the point. I was once arrested. It happened seventeen years ago, when I was seventeen and a freshman in college."

"What was the charge?" Christy heard the voice and just about choked.

"Possession of and transporting illegal drugs. Marijuana to be exact. What are you doing back here? I thought you had a case."

"I did. Got there and the guys from the black and white had everything in hand. Apparent murder/suicide. The ME's office has the bodies and there's nothing to investigate until I get the results. I went to your place and you weren't there, so I figured that dad was talking to you. Did you say when you were seventeen? That's a juvie record. That's closed and nothing I care about. What, a joint or two? Did you give it a try? Besides, I had a little trouble myself when I was young and the cops even let me on the force. This is what's been troubling you, causing you such heartache?"

"Steve, wait. You're jumping to conclusions and they're the wrong ones. It wasn't a joint or two. It was enough to deal. I just didn't know what it was. If I had, I wouldn't have gone anywhere near it. I have never done drugs."

"Tell me what happened?"

Mark got up to leave them alone but Steve told him to stay.

"I was a freshman at a state university. Just out of high school, a year younger than most freshmen and heavier than I am now. This guy was about two years older and on the lookout for kids just like me, especially girls who were lonely. He had a line most men would die for and I fell for it; he had me convinced that he really liked me. Would I do him one small favor? Just deliver this bag to a friend. There were some old coins inside, and a couple of mementos, nothing of much monetary value, but full of sentimental value. Three guesses what happened."

Steve continued: "You got caught and lover-boy was unavailable. Old story, Christy. Let's see, seventeen years ago would have been 1982, and everyone was on a drug hunt. A large amount, age didn't matter. Felony conviction?"

"Well, no. It's even more complicated than that. For some reason the Prosecuting Attorney for the county believed me. I think he had a daughter like me and found me believable. That and the background checks didn't produce so much as a school reprimand. My parents were properly angry and didn't play the 'my poor baby' game."

"So they said that if you led them to lover-boy, they'd reduce the charge and recommend leniency. Sounds like a good idea to me. Getting kids like you never did solve anything. So what did you get? Suspended sentence?"

"Actually they wanted him badly. He was a link to bigger fish and they wanted to ensure my cooperation. They'd drop the charges if I'd help them. I did manage to pull off getting lover-boy and they did drop the charges. But I still have to answer that nasty little question on application forms and such with 'yes.' When I tell anyone about it the relationships stop. No one can seem to get past the original arrest; they don't see what happened after. If they were old friends, they now wonder if I'll infect their children with some sort of lawbreaker virus. If they're guys that I've grown to like, they look at me and wonder what else I might have done that I didn't get caught for. I was trying to leave something behind and now you know what it is. I was silly enough to think that I could. But at least down here I can have some fun with my coworkers, acquaintances. It's something."

"What makes you think that I won't be able to get past it?"

"I wasn't sure until tonight. I realized that you had a right to know and I prepared for the worst. Then your call came in. You're a police officer. You're used to felons getting off. It probably makes your skin crawl. Do you really want to share your bed with someone who was once arrested? Look at me and tell me what you see."

"I see the same beautiful woman I saw before. I'm more worried about how you felt when you found out just what I do for the City of Los Angeles."

"Well, 'bureaucratic stuff' doesn't quite fit, does it? Certainly I was surprised and I don't see why you just didn't tell me. It doesn't bother me in the least. I would have had no problem being the wife a cop. But had you told me, I probably would have told you about me sooner and that would have been the end of it. I love you. I meant it this morning and I mean it now. Your dad told me what you saw when you met me. It's what I see, what I want with you. I hope you still want that with me, but you cannot have heard, processed and decided how you feel about this information in this short a time. You need to think about it, call your friends in the Seattle PD and check it out. Can you accept me, as I am, past and all? I wish I had my car. What kind of public transportation do you have out here?"

"At this hour, none. You're going to have to stay here. I'll drop you off at your apartment tomorrow on my way to the station."

"Steve, I don't think so. I'll call a cab."

"Good luck. Christy, we're both emotional wrecks. I'm in no shape to drive you home and neither is dad," as Steve indicated his father asleep on the couch. "You're stuck here. And I'm glad. The guest bedroom is yours. Sleep well, honey. If it so important to you that I take the time to think about this, I will. I know what I feel for you and what I want. And I want you."

"You believe that now. What is the Department going to say about it?

Have you thought of that?"

"No, I can't say that I have. But if they don't like it, I'll quit."

"Sure. From what I gather, you and your badge are pretty intertwined. So you quit and then what? Marry me? Run a restaurant? You'd probably enjoy it for a few months, but, eventually, you'd long for the force and resent me. We'd probably divorce and be worse off than we are now. As much as I want you, I don't want that. If you say that I'm stuck here, then I am. I'll see you and Mark in the morning. Good-night."

Steve grabbed her and held her close. "I still love you and I'll always love you. Maybe I do have to give this some thought, but so do you. Have you left it behind, or do you still feel so stupid and guilty that you think you got off too lightly? Does everyone really reject you, or is it that you expect it so you see it, and make everyone around you uncomfortable? Honey, just think about what I said."

"I'll think about it. What time do you have to leave tomorrow so I know when to be ready."

"I don't have to leave until 7. We'll go to Bob's for breakfast and I'll drop you off. Then I have to see the ME. Good-night, sweetheart."

Steve awoke at 6 Monday morning to the sound of activity in the house. He dressed and went upstairs to see if Christy were up. Mark was in the kitchen, but Steve found Christy lying on the bed just as she had dropped there the night before. He hated waking her but it was necessary. She needed to be ready in under an hour. Just as he was about to shake her awake, his father entered and told him that she hadn't fallen asleep until around 5 that morning.

"Steve, let her sleep. I don't have to be at the hospital until later. Let me stay with her. I want to talk with her and I'll see that she gets home. Do you know what time she goes to work?"

"Usually about 1. Dad, do you think she'll be all right?"

"Yes, son, she'll be OK. Take off, and call her this afternoon."

Mark returned to the kitchen for a fresh cup of coffee and some breakfast. He sat on the sofa and tried to decide how to approach Christy, what to say to her. He suspected that she could use someone to talk with who wasn't Steve, but he also wasn't sure it should be Steve's father. Oh well, he was here and he would have to do. He determined that Christy must have been exhausted because she didn't awaken for another three hours. When she looked at the clock, she let out a screech and Mark ran into the bedroom.

"Christy, what is the matter?"

"Oh, Mark. Sorry. I just looked at the clock. Steve must not only be gone, but furious with me. Why didn't he wake me?"

"He was going to, but I told him no. I don't have to be at the hospital until later. I decided that we need to talk. I'm going to stick my nose right in the middle of this because I'm not going to see Steve hurt again. There has to be a way to settle this, because I've never been one to give up on happy endings. Now what happened last night that left you in such a state that you couldn't fall asleep?"

"Steve challenged me last night by asking if I were just plain feeling sorry for myself, although he was too nice to use those words. He said that if I really wanted him to take time to reflect on what happened he would, but that I had better do the same. Were my friends really rejecting me, or did I expect it and put up the barriers myself? I have to admit that he has a point. He seemed so sure of his feelings, as if he knows himself."

"He does. Perhaps he is right about all of this, Christy. Perhaps you still carry the baggage from that arrest. Given the outcome of the case, I can't imagine why you still worry about it. Now, tell me everything. I want to know the complete Christina Spencer."

It took several hours, but Christy finally finished her narrative. Because it had taken so long, it was time for them to leave. As Mark drove her home, they talked about her past. He promised that he would help whenever she asked for it, as would Steve, Amanda and Jesse. When he dropped her off at her apartment, he mentioned that Steve was going to call her at work. He suggested that they take some time apart to sort out the events of the past twenty-four hours. Just before she got out of the car she asked:

"Mark, how do I put aside in one week what I've managed to build up inside for years?"

"Honey, you start. You tell yourself that it's over, that it's been over for seventeen years. When people ask about your past, you tell them directly and quietly and you don't leave their presence. Wait and give them a chance to get over the surprise. Let them get up and leave you, and, if they do, write them off. They aren't worth your time. When the self-pity acts up, come to me and I'll show you people with real problems. Works every time. By the way, moving here was a good idea. A change of scene is often the start of a recovery and, besides, you would never have met Steve if you hadn't."

With that, she got out of the car and Mark left. Christy arrived at work with a lighter heart than she'd had in years. When asked why, she told her friends that she had learned a great deal during the past weekend. When they wanted to know what, she followed Mark's advice. To her surprise they didn't reject her, but said that she seemed so private that they never wanted to bother her before. She was just finishing a transaction with a steady client when her phone rang. She answered and the voice on the other end said:

"Hi Christy. I just wanted to make sure that you got to work okay.

Did you have a good talk with dad?"

"Mr. Sloan, I am just finishing up with a customer. May I have a number and call you back in about five minutes?"

"Sure," said Steve and gave her his number.

They hung up but not before her customer noticed the joy in her eyes. Christina was embarrassed but her customer understood. She finished quickly and left. Christy dialed the number and heard:

"Homicide, Lt. Sloan."

"Hi, Lieutenant. I've finished. Do you have time or are you now occupied?"

"Hi, Christina. I have time. I just finished talking with dad. He said that you and he had a great talk. He also told me that he thought we should take some time apart, that both of us should do some thinking."

"Have you done any?"

"Yes. You were right. It's harder to look beyond the arrest than I thought, even though I know the outcome and I know inside me that you were a dup. I'm still waiting to speak with my captain about the Department's feelings on the matter, because I do find them to be important to me. And, frankly, that bothers me a little. I can't believe that this is getting to me at all. What about you?"

"Yes. I made some progress today, and you were right about a major attack of self pity being part of my problem. Your father gave wonderful advice and I'm following it. Did you call your friends in Seattle about it yet?"

"No, and I'm not sure I will. I know you; I've spent a lot of years reading people and having to make snap judgments about their characters. I still know that my judgment about you was correct. Look, Christy, I know we're not going to see each other for awhile, but I cannot cut you out of my life. I'm going to call you every couple of days. Okay with you?"

"I was hoping you'd say that. The one thing that I do know is that I love you. We'll keep in touch, but that final move is yours. Call Seattle. I know that you have no problem, but, for my sake, call them. Then I'll be secure, whatever your decision is. A customer just walked up and I have to go. Bye, Steve."

"Bye, Christy." Steve sat deep in thought for awhile. He was fighting with himself about calling a friend on the Seattle PD, but he did like the out that Christy had given him. She had taken on the responsibility. Then again, maybe she would feel better and the Department probably would as well. He picked up the phone, then put it down, then took a deep breath, picked it up again and dialed a Seattle phone number. After a few rings, he heard the voice on the other end say:

"Homicide, Lt. Green."

"Hi, Dick, this is Steve Sloan in LA."

"Hi, Steve. What's up? Got a murderer on the run that we need to pick up for you? Tell me who it is and when you'll get here and we'll nab him."

With a laugh in his voice, Steve replied: "No, Dick. Nothing like that. It's personal." His voice trailed off and Steve said nothing for a moment.

"Well, Steve, what is it? Finally tying the knot?"

"Actually, you're not far off."

"So why are you calling me?"

"Shut up and I'll tell you. I have met the woman whom I want to marry. She's a transplant from Seattle. We are really in love but each of us was holding back a little bit of information from the other. In my case, the fact that I'm a cop, and in hers, the fact that she was evidently arrested up there. It finally came out and now we're both hurting. She said that she'd be more comfortable if I called and checked. It was seventeen years ago; she was seventeen and in her first year of college. She said that it was a marijuana bust and the charges were dropped."

"Steve, that's a juvie record. Come on, a joint or two of grass?"

"She says no. It was a dealer's amount and that she got hoodwinked by a jerk into making a delivery. I was wondering if you can find it."

"Steve, did you say seventeen years ago?"

"Yeah."

"I think I know this case. If this is who I think it is, I don't have to find it. I was the arresting officer. Is her name Christina Spencer?"

"Yes. You know her?"

"You bet. She's telling the truth. She was an obvious dup. She was clean before and she's been clean since. I'll bet she didn't tell you how it went down."

"She said that the Prosecuting Attorney wanted the guy badly and offered her a trade-he'd drop the charges if she'd help you get him. True?"

"Yes, as far as it goes. What she didn't tell you was that this jerk had a violent streak in him. If anything went wrong she'd end up hurt. She and her family agreed to help. As much as we wanted the guy, she wanted the charges dropped. She pulled it off, Steve. This is so old and I don't understand why she's still thinking about it. If you want my advice, my friend, marry her before she gets away."

"Thanks, Dick. I'll invite you to the wedding."

"Do that. I'm sure she'll just love seeing me there," said Lt. Green, his voice full of sarcasm. "Bye, Steve."

"Bye."

Steve hung up and sighed in relief. He had been right about that girl and now he was a little ashamed of himself. He had told her that he was so sure of his feelings and then got caught by one nasty doubt. How was he ever going to make it up to her? Just as he started to mentally berate himself again, his phone rang and he was called to yet another dead body.

Steve arrived at the crime scene to find Amanda already there and with a preliminary cause of death-an obvious beating. For once, the case was fairly easy to solve and the killer was quickly arrested. Steve was back in the office and stewing again. The next few days were relatively quiet for Los Angeles, and Steve fell into a funk. He finally spoke with his captain who was able to assure him that, given the circumstances of the case, the Department would have no objection to a romance with "this Ms. Spencer." Another week passed and he was no better. He and Christy would talk but it was strained. Finally, Steve realized that he need to talk to someone. He couldn't decide whether to speak to his father or Jesse. Finally, he decided that Amanda could probably help him. "She's a woman; she'll know what to say," he thought. "Yes, I'll see her right now."

After telling everyone that he would be available by phone at the ME's office at Community General, he left. He approached Amanda's office and noticed her at her desk. He was pleased that she wasn't performing an autopsy. Maybe she wasn't doing anything too important and would have time for him. He harnessed all the determination he had and walked in.

"Hi, Amanda. Do you have some time or are you busy?"

Amanda was busy but, seeing the sadness in Steve's face, she said: "I have some time. Come in and sit down."

Seeing that she was wearing his birthday gift, Steve said: "It's really pretty on you. Christy made an excellent choice, didn't she?"

"Yes, Steve, it was a good choice. Thank you, again. Now, what brings you here because it certainly isn't my wardrobe."

"Amanda, I have to talk to you. It's about Christy, about her arrest all those years ago. It bothered me although I knew what happened and I even called Seattle. Now it bothers me that I ever gave into doubt about her. I can't stop thinking about it. Every time I call her I can't figure out what to say to her. We chit chat a little and then I tell her I have to go. Luckily that has been the truth."

Amanda smiled a gentle smile and said: "Steve, I've noticed that something has been wrong. You've not been yourself; you're moody, you're curt, and Mark said that you aren't sleeping. You're a human being and you responded as a human being. You got caught by one doubt and now you're letting it eat at you. Now you realize how Christy felt after all she went through. Do you remember what you said to her two Sundays ago? You should think about it yourself. You need to take a day off, stay home, and ponder this: Christy is a classy lady and you've loved her from day one. She hasn't changed and neither have you. You just know more about her. She's no more a criminal than you are. She did something stupid as a kid, just as you did. Don't blow this romance now, because, dear boy, you two were meant for each other. Of all the women you've dated and loved, Christy is the woman who loves you, loves you enough to take you and the badge."

"Thanks, Amanda. I knew that you could sort out the jumble in my head."

"You're welcome. I'll come by tomorrow after work and we'll go out for dinner and we'll talk again," Amanda said gently. "Now, scoot, and let me get back to my paperwork."

"Bye, Amanda."

"Bye, Steve."



Thursday, May 29 dawned and Steve arose from another night of fitful sleep. He had told his captain the previous day that he was taking two days of vacation, something unusual for him. Jesse had come by early to do a little surfing, and he and Mark noticed that Steve was pensive and inclined to silence. They asked if they should stay and Steve replied:

"Dad, Jesse, thanks. I know that you are concerned about me, but today will either make my relationship with Christy or break it. Amanda gave me a major kick in the butt yesterday, and forced me to see that I need to take the same advice that I gave Christy. I need to be alone to do it. But please, guys, call me about noon; I might need to talk for a bit."

"Okay, Steve. We just want you to know that, if you need us, we'll come back. We'll all be here tonight; Amanda told me she was coming."

"Bye, dad."

The morning passed slowly. Steve reviewed the events of the past two weeks. He thought about the day he met Christy. How they hit it off at the amusement park and on the beach! How they were drawn to one another! How he wanted to marry her! How he wanted to marry her? He slowly came to realize that he loved her, he really loved her. He lived every human emotion that morning. At noon, Mark and Jesse called as promised. He said that he was all right and that they needn't come back. He would see them that night. He slept for awhile and, when he awoke, his course of action was clear. Christina Spencer was the women he loved. The picture of his mother on his dresser caught his eye. He thought: "If you're here, mom, tell me. Is she the right match?" After a few moments he felt a peace in his soul, one he'd not felt for some time. Decision made. A weight was lifted from him and Steve was tired. He lay down and fell asleep.



Later that evening Mark, Amanda and Jesse arrived together. When they entered the house they heard no activity. Where was Steve? Had he left? Mark went out on the deck and scanned the beach. Jesse checked the other areas of the upstairs and Amanda went down to Steve's apartment. When she found him asleep on his bed, she sat on the edge and gently shook him awake.

"Hi, Steve. We're all here. How did it go today? Have you made any decisions?"

"Yes, Amanda. I've come to realize how much I love Christy and how much I want her to be my wife. I am finally past this silly hang-up and you are the reason. What time is it?"

"It's about 6:30. Why?"

"Good, she's still at work. I need to call her." Amanda rose to leave and Steve said: "Stay." He picked up the phone, dialed and heard:

"Christina Spencer. May I help you?"

"Hi, Christy. Bet you've forgotten my voice by now."

"Hi, honey. I've been waiting for you to call. I knew that you would.

Do you have something to tell me?"

"Yes, but it's too late tonight. Can you rearrange your schedule tomorrow and work in the morning?"

"Yes, but why?"

"I have some things to take care of tomorrow, but I'll call you at work about 11 with all the information. I can hardly wait to talk to you. Bye."

"Bye, Steve."

Steve hung up and went upstairs with Amanda. He and Christy would be so happy. Maybe she'd stay the night with him, but he wouldn't push. He, Amanda, Mark and Jesse left for Bob's and dinner. Steve had plans to make and he needed their help. They were as excited as he.



Meanwhile Christy hung up the phone and her face absolutely glowed with joy. Her supervisor saw it and came up to her.

"What's up Christy? Was that Steve?"

"Yes, Paula, and he's ready. Oh, can we switch shifts tomorrow? He wants to get together tomorrow night and talk with me."

"Sure, Christy. Do things look good?"

"I don't really know, he didn't give anything away but I'm hoping."

"Good luck, Christy."

Friday morning dawned and the Sloan and Spencer households were filled with joy. Steve was excited; his dad had insisted that he would go to the bank alone to retrieve that one special item from his safety deposit box. Actually there were two special items, but Steve wasn't aware of one of them. It would be a most wonderful surprise. Steve met Jesse at Bob's to plan the special meal and the decorations. There was also the sign that would say: "Marry me, Christy." Mike, one of the servers, had access to a computer and would be glad to make it, he had said so. Amanda said she would pick up the cake they had ordered the previous night. Everything had to be perfect. He was finally going to know the love he had sought for such a long time. He and Jesse wouldn't even close the restaurant that night-he wanted everybody to know. When everything at Bob's was underway, he went home. Clean the apartment, program his CD player-where was that special song, find the candles and matches.

Meanwhile, Christy was equally excited when she arose. She dressed and packed an overnight bag. She really didn't know what Steve was going to say, but if it were good news maybe it was time. She'd see, but this move was hers to make, and she'd promised Steve that he wouldn't have to guess her intentions. She tossed the bag in her car and went off to work. The day would drag until he called at 11. When she arrived at work, she picked out an especially sexy gown and robe for, as she said to her customers, both their pleasures. Just in case.

Finally the appointed hour arrived and, as luck would have it, she wasn't busy. The phone rang and she answered:

"Christina Spencer, may I help you."

"You sure can. Hi, sweetheart, it's Steve."

"Yes, I know. Well, what's this cloak and dagger routine about? You said you had something to tell me. Get on with it."

"Not now, it's too important. Meet me at Bob's around 6. Is that possible?"

Christy's heart broke; she steeled every nerve in her and said a quiet "Yes."

Steve replied: "Good, I can't wait. See you."

Christy hung up the phone, got up and walked off the floor and let the tears fall. Paula, who had come in early to hear the big news, saw her and went to comfort her. "Christy, what's wrong? Wasn't that Steve on the phone?"

"Yes, he wants to meet me at his restaurant. He must have decided that he couldn't make this work. I've noticed, even in the short time I've known him, that any important event is celebrated in Steve's home. If he were going to propose, he'd probably have told me to meet him there. Bob's is a nice place but not where they would celebrate. Oh, God, how am I going to pull this off with at least some dignity."

"Honey, just don't go. I'll call him, tell him that something came up and you couldn't make it. He can tell me and I'll come back to your place with the bad news. Then you won't have to look at his face."

"No, I knew that this might be the outcome. I owe it to both of us to face it. May I leave now so that I can get home and get it together before I get there?"

"Sure, go. I'll go with you and we'll face this together."

At about 2:00, Steve walked into the store and up to the personal shopper area. He started to look around in lingerie for something really special. He'd see how things went, but if Christy agreed, maybe he could give it to her tonight. If not, well, it would be an especially beautiful wedding present. He knew that Christy's favorite color was lavender but he couldn't spot anything that appealed to him. Oh, well, he'd talk to one of her colleagues. They knew her and they must know about him. Christy had said that she'd shown them the picture strip that came from the four-for-a-quarter machine at Disneyland. He approached the personal shopper on duty, Paula, and said:

"Hi, I'm Steve Sloan and I'm trying to find a present for Christy. Could you give me a little help, please?"

He heard a stiff and formal "Yes, sir. What did you have in mind?'

"Something special, sexy. She always says that it's for both parties. I know that her favorite color is lavender."

That just about pushed Paula over the edge. She knew that she'd better hold her tongue while on the floor, so she said a curt: "Come with me, sir. I'll see what we have."

Steve caught the anger in her voice but didn't understand. He was hurt but maybe she'd explain. He didn't think he'd done anything. Maybe it was what he had in mind and the lady didn't approve. Paula escorted him to a hall just off the floor, opened the door to the storage area and suddenly pushed him into it, slamming the door behind her. Steve was about to ask what was happening when he found out.

"You bastard. How dare you call Christy as you did, say what you did and then come here for something sexy." She saw Steve's look of surprise and that only increased her anger. "Oh, you're good. Don't play that surprised look game with me. You know exactly what you're doing. From all that Christy has said about you, I thought that you would handle this with at least some decorum, but this is a new low. Dump the girl and then say 'How about a roll in the hay for old time's sake.'"

"Dump her? What do you mean dump her? I want to marry her."

"Oh, great. Now you…" Suddenly Paula stopped in mid-diatribe. "Did you say 'marry her'?"

"Of course. Oh you don't really believe that I'd do something so obscene as to call off our romance and then give her lingerie obviously intended for the bedroom?"

"Well, yes, I did. Oh, boy. I owe you one big apology. I'm really sorry, but, when Christy left after you called, she was sure that you were going to call things off."

"I didn't say anything to give that impression. I just asked her to meet me at Bob's at 6."

"Well, that's what gave the impression that this would be the end. After she hung up, she said that she'd noticed that anything of importance was celebrated in your home. Since you'd asked her to meet you at Bob's, she figured that you were calling it off."

"Oh what another monumental mess! Look, I did come to get something sexy. If she indicated that she would stay with me tonight, I was going to give it to her. If not, it was going to be a wedding present. I had to get a party together in a hurry and Bob's was the easiest place to do it. She's right about the celebrations and, if I'd had more time, it would have been at home. But my dad and my friends had to work today, and the staff at the restaurant said they'd take care of the party. There's a very special family ritual that goes with the engagement ring. Now what, Paula? She's probably so hurt that she'll turn me down. I guess I'd better not get that today."

"Steve, buy it. She had one picked out just in case the evening went in that direction. Here it is. I'll wrap it. I had intended to accompany Christy tonight anyway, so I'll see that she's there. I'll also see that she has an overnight bag-just in case. For what it's worth, I think she'll say yes. Again, I'm really sorry."

"Well, I admit that the outburst hurt, but I'm glad you said something. I'd better talk to dad. Thank you."

Steve arrived at Community General and went immediately to the doctors' lounge. He found everybody there and said: "Good, you're all here. I've got a monumental problem and there's an awful mess."

Said Amanda: "Steve, slow down and start at the beginning. Did somebody burn the chicken, miss a decoration? What could possibly have happened?"

Steve told them. He explained what Paula had said and how Christy had interpreted the request to meet him at Bob's. He couldn't stop pacing and he was losing it. He also said that he and Paula straightened out the misunderstanding, and she would ensure that Christy was at Bob's. But how was he going to fix this mess and what should he say, do, not do?

Finally Mark spoke: "Steve, this is a problem but it is not insurmountable. Jesse, call Mike and check on the sign. When it's ready, tell him to hang it outside on the door. That will be the first thing Christy sees and it should help to ease the tension. Then have him keep the cake in the kitchen instead of on the table until the end. Steve, we'll rearrange the evening's events. Propose first instead of after dinner and we'll let her answer dictate what follows. Now, sit down and drink the coffee that Susan has given you."

Jesse returned from making the telephone call and said that everything would be in place, and that Mike had said the restaurant looked great.

Steve started to relax and Jesse finally said:

"Steve, leave everything to Amanda and me. Go home and take a nap. Then get up, dress and go to Bob's. We'll make sure that everything goes well. We know how much Christy means to you and we're behind you. Don't forget that your happiness is important to us as well."

"Thanks, guys," said Steve. "I feel better. She is so important to me and it's either Christy or nobody. She's the only one who's able to accept me and the badge and I realize that now. Dad, did you get the ring? If you haven't yet, please go now. My nerves are a mess. Did dad tell you guys about the ring and what goes with it? Do you think Christy will like it? Do you think she'll say yes?"

"Steve," said Susan, "will you calm down, please? You're making us nervous. Yes, your dad told us and we think that Christy will love it. And, from where I sit, if she doesn't say 'yes' she's making a big mistake. Now, go home."

"Son, I already have the ring. It's fine and it shouldn't be too bad a fit. Susan's right, go."

Steve left and went home. He lay down but he couldn't stretch out for too long a time. He finally got up, dressed and left for the restaurant.

Meanwhile, Paula had left the store on a mission. After her encounter with Steve, she was determined to make sure that Christy looked especially beautiful. Let's see, what could she say to ensure that, and how was she going to talk Christy into packing an overnight bag? She had it. She'd tell Christy look the classy lady she was, and then suggest that she spend the weekend with her and her husband Joseph. By the time that Paula finished the plan, she found herself at Christy's apartment complex. She buzzed the door and no one answered. "Oh, no. Please don't let her have left." She buzzed again and this time Christy answered. "Yes?"
"Christy, it's me, Paula. Let me in."

Christy buzzed the door and said: "Hi, come on in. I was just getting dressed."

When they met Paula said: "Christy are you about ready? It's nearly time to go."

"Yes, Paula. I was putting on a nice dress. I decided that if Steve were going to call this off, he was going to see what he was giving up. It will give me some satisfaction to go out in style."

To Christy, Paula said: "Good idea, honey. To herself, she said: "You don't know how good an idea that dress is."

"I thought so."

"Christy, why don't you pack an overnight bag. You can spend the weekend with Joseph and me. I talked with him and he'd like you to come. He's cooking a great dinner."

"I packed one this morning when I thought I might spend the night with Steve. We'll get it out of my car before we go. I'd like to get out of this apartment for the weekend. This place holds memories even if we didn't spend more than thirty minutes here. Thanks."

Again to herself, Paula said: "Oh you're going to get out of here all right. Right into a huge home in Malibu."

Christy looked at the clock and said: "Let's get this show on the road."

Steve had arrived at Bob's about 5:30. He sat but didn't stop fidgeting. He saw a car pull up with Christy in it. He said: "Here goes, folks. Wish me luck."

His friends, his employees and even his customers flashed him a thumbs up, and he stood to greet the woman he hoped would wear his ring. Paula and Christy exited the car and went to the door. When Christy looked up she saw the sign: "Marry me, Christy." She turned to a grinning Paula and said: "You knew." Paula replied: "Yes. Steve came into the store about 2:00, and, after I raked him over the coals, we straightened out a few things. He loves you."

They entered the restaurant and Christy saw the decorations and the corner where Steve's father and friends were assembled. Then she noticed Steve standing just beyond the counter. She approached him and said:

"Well, it seems that it's my turn to jump to the wrong conclusion."

She smiled and Steve felt a little more confident. He said:

"Christina Marie Spencer, will you be my wife? Will you raise children with me? Will you grow old with me? Will you love me as I love you?"

Christy looked at Mark and said: "This is obviously a family ritual. Is there a ritual to my response?"

Mark replied: "Honey, we ask only that you say a simple 'yes' or 'no.'"

Christy turned to Steve and noticed that the room was quiet. She smiled and said: "Yes."

Steve questioned again: "Will you accept this engagement ring as a sign of our commitment? It has been passed from father to eldest son for four generations."

"Yes."

Steve placed the ring on her finger (it was a close enough fit for her to wear), kissed her, picked her up and swung her around. "Yahoo. Lady, you just made me the happiest man alive."

"And I am the happiest woman." Then she noticed a sadness wash over Steve's face.

"What's wrong, honey? You've suddenly become very somber. Do you miss having your mom here?"

"Yeah. A lot. Yesterday when I was at home, I noticed her picture on my dresser. I asked her, if she were there, to let me know if my decision was the right one, if you were the right match. Not long after, I felt a real peace in my heart. I wish she were here."

Only Amanda saw Mark set a tape recorder on the table and press the play button. But everyone heard:

"My son, if you are hearing this, your father is witnessing the event that this family cherishes above all others. I wish that I could be with you in person, but believe that I do see it. The woman you have chosen to be your wife has accepted your proposal and your ring. She is entitled to your love, to your fidelity and to your support. Cherish her and your children. Young lady, you have chosen my son as your husband. He is entitled to your love, to your fidelity and to your support. Cherish him and your children. To both of you. Enjoy this time in your lives. Work through the difficulties that come to all couples and your marriage will be the stronger for it. Mark, when they come to you for advice, give it to them, but do not solve their problems for them. Yet strike that delicate balance and, when they truly need you, be there. Always remember this, Steve. Your father and I love you, your sister, and now your fiancee, deeply."

Mark turned off the tape recorder. Steve asked: "When did you and mom do this?"

"When she was in the hospital. She wanted the tape kept a secret until it was needed." To Christy, Mark said: "Welcome, Christy. You're part of us now."

Steve said: "You're stuck with me, kiddo."

"And you're stuck with me."

With his usual gift for timing, Jesse brought forth the feast and the cake. At 9:00, Steve looked at his watch and said to his father and friends: "Christy and I are going to leave. Dad, could you help clean up, please."

"Sure, son. I won't be home for several hours."

"Christy, come home with me tonight. I want to be alone with you. To talk, to plan."

"Steve, I will go ho…, stay with you tonight. In fact, I think that it's time we finished what you started in the Disneyland parking lot.

"Oh, Christy, I hoped that you would say that. But what else did you start to say? You stopped so suddenly."

"I wasn't thinking and I started to say that I'd go home with you."

"It's your home, now. Let's go."

They waved to everyone and left the restaurant. Paula had gone to her car and returned with Christy's overnight bag. Steve took it and dropped it in the truck bed. When they arrived at the beach, Steve ushered her to his apartment. He flipped on the lights and started to light the candles. Christy asked:

"Steve, unless you have an affinity for them, may we skip the candles and just dim the lights?"

"Sure. I prefer the dim lights, too. I just want everything to be perfect if tonight is to be the night. I know that Paula told you I was in the store. It was to get you this. If you stayed tonight, I intended to give this to you now. If not, I would have made it a wedding present. Will you accept it now?"

"Yes." After opening it, Christy said: "Paula must have shown it to you and told you why I picked it out. That you would take a chance and buy it anyway after what happened speaks volumes. Give me one private moment to change."

Steve showed her his bathroom and, while she changed, he changed. When she finally stood before him, he saw the woman he loved attired in something other than he expected.

She approached him and placed her finger on his lips.

"Just hear me," Christy said with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Steve, this gown looks forbidding, I realize that. But I have always had this idea that it also affords delicious opportunities for mischief while you are getting it off. I thought that it might be fun for our first time. I also thought that, tomorrow night, we might see what lavender satin brings out in us."

"Ooooh, Lady. Where did this come from?"

"What?"

"This playful, sexy side that you're showing me. I suppose that I should have seen it, but I didn't."

"Steve, it's really not hard to understand. This is the appropriate time and place. Honey, don't worry about it. I'm sure that you're about to show me a few moves I won't be expecting. That's what will make tonight fun. And a good start to our life together. But, my love, if you are terribly disappointed in this gown, I want to know it. This is your night, too."

"Christy, I was a little surprised and, I suppose, a little disappointed. However, I'm way too intrigued by what you have in mind to stop this now. Tonight, playful; tomorrow, sophisticated. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"I've waited a long time for you and for this night. I'm ready."

"Okay, babe. Let's dance."

They went into Steve's living room and he flipped on the CD player. Christy recognized the opening notes of "This Time the Girl Is Gonna Stay" and said: "A favorite?"

"More than that. After all the times I thought I'd found the right girl and discovered otherwise, I promised myself that, when the woman who accepted my proposal came to my bed, this would be the first song I'd play. It would mark the beginning of our life together."

"And you want it to be 'our song'."

"Yes. OK?"

"Yes, honey. I like it, too."

As Christy and Steve danced, he dipped her and, while holding her back, he loosed the tie and the top two buttons of her gown, and exposed her
soft skin just below the neck. And he kissed her …



Mark returned home at a 12:10. He listened but heard nothing from below, and he should have heard something, giggling if nothing else. He was afraid that something had come between Steve and Christy yet again. He knew that he shouldn't, but he had to go to Steve's apartment to check. He entered the living room and saw nothing. Since he still heard nothing, he went to the bedroom door and saw Christy and Steve asleep in each others arms. His eyes rested first on his son. He saw that Steve slept, a peaceful and restful sleep, and he breathed a silent sigh of relief that Steve had finally found his love. He shifted his gaze to Christy, this woman who had accepted Steve's ring and everything that went with it. He saw that she slept, a peaceful and restful sleep. Mark left as silently as he had come. He headed for his bedroom and, as he did, he locked the doors and turned off the lights, securing their home, their place of refuge, against the night. He sat on his bed and, just before turning off his light and retiring, raised his eyes heavenward and said: "Hallelujah."

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