MontanaLindy
Lounging on the Deck
Caution - Crabby Bricky
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Post by MontanaLindy on Mar 6, 2007 19:28:52 GMT -5
Thank you so much for sharing this with us ...
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Post by Pagirl on Mar 6, 2007 19:53:25 GMT -5
Thank you for continuing with the story. Looking forward to more....
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Post by Miette on Mar 10, 2007 17:16:20 GMT -5
I love it, Newest Convert. I usually don't care for fan fiction, but I was intrigued by the title. Keep up the fantastic writing.
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Post by newestconvert on Mar 10, 2007 17:18:10 GMT -5
The next day is full of travel as Brooke, Hope, RJ and Katherine fly across the US to St Thomas. They take a ferry from St Thomas to St John, and finally a taxi to the villa they have rented that sits on a hill overlooking the ocean. It is early evening when they finally arrive at the villa, which has been completely stocked with food and linens. They explore the villa, which has cool tile floors, a small pool and a lovely verandah with a view of the setting sun. A set of steps leads down the hill to the beach below. Once they have checked the place out, Katherine and Brooke make a quick dinner for the children who are exhausted from the trip. They prepare them quickly for bed, as the children can no longer keep their eyes open. Katherine, sensing Brooke's restlessness, tells her to go take a walk and relax, she'll watch over the children. Brooke thanks her and heads out of the house, down the steps to enjoy the warm night air on the beach. The sun has already set and darkness has almost erased the red from the sky.... but not quite. Brooke explores the area of beach at the bottom of their villa steps. She removes her shoes and sinks her toes into the sand now cooled by the night air. The moon has risen and left a lighted path across the ocean. It is a beautiful scene and Brooke is reminded, first of her camping adventure with Nick and the children, and then of her honeymoon with Nick. Overcome with sadness, she sinks to her knees and begins to cry uncontrollably for all that she has lost in the past few months, finally allowing herself to cry. She leans back against a palm tree and weeps for the loss of her dream..... but even more for the loss of her love. She had thought she was doing the right thing by leaving Nick for Ridge...and now even that sacrifice was for naught. She didn't know how long she sat there, head on her arms which were crossed on her knees....but suddenly a man appears and kneels next to her. He gently touches her arm, making her lift her head and start in alarm. "Please don't be afraid," He says gently. "I am a doctor. Are you hurt?" Brooke looks at him and smiles ruefully and says smartly, "What the hell do you think?" and she lowers her head again to her arms resting on her knees. In the moment she had lifted her head, the man had taken in tormented, vulnerable eyes, ....tormented eyes... and in an absolutely beautiful face! He felt his heart squeeze as the woman gasped for breath, trying to control her weeping. He himself had experienced the level of heartache that was evident in her tears...he knew it was life changing. He decided to try again... "I'm a doctor. Are you PHYSICALLY hurt?" Brooke looks up again, in more control now and trying to stop the catches in her breath. "No," she says calmy with a self conscious look. "Although it does hurt a little here," she says pressing her fingers to her sterum where "heartache" actually manifestes itself physically. She struggles to stand and sways for a moment, her head as unsteady as her heart. The man, tall and handsome, takes her arm to steady her. "Easy now," he says. Booke looks over at him and says, "If you'll excuse me..." she bends, picks up her sandals and walks to the bottom of her steps. The man watches her go...not saying anything. She turns on the third step up and, her breath still hitching, says with what dignity she can muster, "Thanks...you are very kind." The man smiles back at her thinking to himself that there wasn't a man alive that wouldn't have done the same for this woman. "No problem," he says letting her go. At least he knows where she is staying......
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Post by foreverbrookie on Mar 10, 2007 18:43:34 GMT -5
newestconvert I loved your last story and you still got it! I Love your new story too. I stopped watching B&B a long time ago, but I like to check up and see what's going on every once in a while. If your story was actually happening, I'd go back to watching again. Keep writing =)
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Post by newestconvert on Mar 11, 2007 8:51:53 GMT -5
The next morning, Katherine, Brooke, Hope and RJ are having breakfast on the terrace overlooking the ocean. Katherine has studiously avoided mentioning Brooke's red rimmed, swollen eyes as she watches her push her breakfast around her plate. Too thin, katherine thinks. She pours more orange juice in Brooke's glass and watches her smile in thanks and take a drink. She'll get calories in her one way or another, she thinks, satisfied for the time being. Brooke notices tha children are getting antsy having finished their breakfasts. "Who wants to go to the beach and make sand castles?" she asks in a cheery voice. "Me!, Me! Me! ME!" the children respond excitedly. "Ok, Go get your swimming suits on!" Brooke says giggling as they run from the room in search of their suits. Brooke smiles at Katherine thinking again how lucky she is to have her. Not just an employee but an easy friend and sometimes confidant. She hadn't always liked Brooke's choices in men, in fact she hadn't approved of Nick at all at first. But she had always loved her children and been a Godsend to a working executive. "What about you, Katherine? Up for some sand in your toes?" Brooke asks. "Not for me today, if you don't mind. I was thinking of walking over to that cute little salon and getting a manicure and pedicure. Can you spare me?" "Absolutely," says Brooke. "It sounds wonderful!" Katherine asks her if she'd like her to make Brooke an appointment for the same treatment, thinking that she deserved some serious pampering. Not feeling too social, Brooke tells Katherine she'll think about it. "Kids or dishes?" Brooke asks. "Dishes,"replies Katherine. "Last time I put Hope's swimming suit on backwards and she still hasn't forgiven me!" katherine joked. Brooke chuckled and walked upstairs to find the kids. She heard some shrieking coming from their room and hurried in to find Hope, in her swimsuit jumping on the bed, while RJ was racing around the room naked with his swimming trunks on his head. Brooke laughed and grabbed RJ, snatched the trunks from his head and helped him into them. While Brooke was bending over him, he took a big sniff thinking how nice his mommy smelled. He threw his arms around her neck and gave her a big smooch on her cheek. Hope, not wanting to be left out followed suit. Brooke held her children close in her arms for a moment and said a small prayer for all the things that were indeed, right with her life. She straighted and asked seriously, " Swimsuits?" Hope responded, "Check." "Towels?" Brooke continued. "Check." said RJ pointing to a bag with towels on the chair. "Hats?" "Check!" the children said together after scrambling to the closet and pulling on their beach hats. "Sunscreen?" silence....Brooke laughed and handed Hope a bottle telling her to take it down to Katherine and ask her to grease them up while mommy gets her own suit on. Grabbing the beach bag the two race from the room and Brooke hears them scrambling down the stairs. In her own room, she slips on a pretty lavender bikini. She tops it with a sheer flowered beach cover which in reality, leaves little to the imagination. Grabbing her big floppy beach hat and sunglasses she heads out to find the children for their sand castle building adventure....
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Post by newestconvert on Mar 11, 2007 9:23:56 GMT -5
Doctor Samual Winston had been walking along the beach for sometime that morning, enjoying the solitude and quiet lap of the waves. The cool morning breeze had gone a long way in clearing the image of the woman from his mind...at least he liked to think that. He had spent a good deal of the previous night trying to rid his mind of her heartbroken sobs, and quelling his own demons that had surfaced once he had returned to his neighboring villa. Funny how one person's heartache could bring your own right back to you. He knew it did no good to relive the relationship long gone that had caused him the type of pain he had heard in the woman's tears last night. But he had...again. And he had spent a long time wondering what or who had hurt the woman. It was none of his business he had told himself numerous times to try to shake the memory. He smiled ruefully at himself....right. Lost in thought he hadn't heard the giggling at first but a shriek let off by Hope after RJ had thrown sand at her, caught his attention. He was close enough to hear the mother's soft reprimand, just catching the tone not the words. He stayed just out of sight watching the three play together in the sand. It was the woman, he was sure of it, checking the location to confirm his thoughts. Yes, she wore a large hat and sunglasses, shading her face from the sun. She was on her knees with buckets and small shovels helping the children build what was probably supposed to be a castle. It was quite lop-sided and he stiffled a laugh as one of the leaning towers collapsed on the sand. The little boy got up and ran to the waters edge and picking up a shell, yelled out "Mommy," as he ran back to the woman. Mommy...he thought...so she was married... he couldn't help the wave of disappointment that flooded him. But remembering the tears of the previous night though, he thought that perhaps she wasn't married any longer. He was significantly cheered by this thought although he was also rather ashamed by it. He'd just have to find out and then decide exactly how he should feel about the answer.
He had been an on-looker long enough, he thought, and he stepped out from behind the grove of trees onto the beach in front of the group. All three looked up curiously as the man approached the group. He smiled at the woman, thinking again that she was incredibly beautiful even hidden by the hat and glasses. AND incredibly sexy, he thought, quickly taking in the perfect body, clearly visible through the sheer beach cover. Brooke tentatively smiled back and offered a subdued "Good morning." "I see you have a problem," he stated. Brooke turned away thinking he was going to address last night but instead he said, "The castle.... better foundation..." RJ reached up and grabbed the man's hand, pulling him down on the beach. "Show me..." RJ demands. "Ok, but I must warn you... I'm a doctor, not an engineer..." He smiles again at Brooke who relaxes somewhat and she even gives a small laugh. He starts talking to the children about castle building leaving Brooke to wonder about this very attractive doctor .....
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Post by newestconvert on Mar 12, 2007 17:52:48 GMT -5
Meanwhile, back in L.A. Nick is busily working on the details of his new line, working production and marketing. He had checked with his lawyers wjo gave him the green light to proceed thanks to the little FC in the corner of each design. Samples in different materials were already being worked up and he had already seen one or two and there were fabulous! He sat back for a moment, thanking again the anonymous designer who had intervened in time to save him nor only a great deal of embarrassment but a great deal of money. If he ever found that person, he would be forever in their debt. A knock on the door had him lifting his head from the piles of paperwork he was working. Taylor popped her head around the door and asks, "All clear?" Nick smiles at Taylor as she comes all the way into the room. "I was hoping you'd take me out for lunch before I take off for that conference in NYC. Nick gives her a quick kiss and a look full of regret. "Taylor, I am just swamped with the new line, you know, the one I told you about last night..." "Oh, Taylor looks disappointed and snuggling up next to him says seductively, "I'll make it worth your while..." Nick smiles and sets her away from him. "I'd love to," he says, "But I really need to work on this." Taylor gives him a pouty face and then says with a frown and some scepticism..."This line... the one with the mystery designer?" "Yes," Nick replies not caring for the look on her face. "Don't you wonder who gave them to you, Nick... and more importantly...WHY?" Taylor asks a triffle smugly. "what if they are waiting to yank them out from under you or sue you for using them, or bribing you even!" "I've thought of those things, Taylor," Nick says testily. "And checked it all out with the Lawyers. We're good to go." Taylor continues to look sceptical and tells Nick that she hopes he knows what he's doing. She checks her watch and says she has to go. She reaches up to kiss him, but Nick turns away, still miffed by her attitude. Taylor sighs and goes to leave, stopping at the table to look over the designs. She picks one up and narrows her eyes. Something about the design reminds her of something similar she has seen before but she can't quite place it. She looks back at Nick wanting to say something but he has turned back to his stack of papers. Puzzled by a nagging feeling and frustrated by Nick's easy acceptance of the sketches, she resolves to uncover the identity of the mystery designer. Quietly she slips a copy of one of the designs into her purse as she leaves....
Nick hearing the door shut, sighs in relief. He likes Taylor...He really does but her smug air at times is highly annoying. He gets up and goes over to the table looking at the spread out designs for what seems like the thousandth time. No one will laugh at him now, he thinks. Forrester won't be calling him Popeye when he wipes the floor with FO designs. And Stephanie... oh it will feel good to look that witch in the eye as FC takes center stage again in the fashion world... and withOUT her at the helm. And Brooke... she'll be sorry she didn't stick with him. Maybe, just maybe he'll be kind and give her a job, he thinks spitefully. Leaving him for the dress-maker...He'd show her that he was an even better dressmaker...that no matter what the subject, no matter what the job, that he, Nick, was twice the man. She'd be sorry....he stopped. Thought...But then, maybe she already was. If what Donna had told him was true, she had left on vacation without her fiance, who, rumor had it, was pursuing the lovely Ashley Abbott. Nick had seen her picture in the tabloid. Beautiful, sophisticate, a bit chilly...like Taylor. Nothing like the warmth in Brooke. He thought for the second time in two days, that his step brother was an idiot of unexplainable proportion. His thoughts returned to Brooke. He had wanted to stop over and see her before she left but after the designs came, it had been too late in the evening...and she had been gone the next morning by the time he called. He couldn't help but be concerned for her. Afterall, they had been married...and he loved her. Had loved her, he thought. Had, he reminded himself unconvincingly. He'd find out from Donna where she was and call her. He wanted to know about Hope and RJ and how they were taking this latest twist in their mother's life. Yes, he thought. I'll call inquiring after the children...... he looked at the designs again, trying to ignore the same nagging feeling that Taylor had experienced...
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Post by newestconvert on Mar 12, 2007 18:24:45 GMT -5
At the hospital, Bridget enters the file store room and tries to assess where to start. The room holds the files of all women who passed through the maternity ward in the past 10 years. The files had been maintained meticulously until the head nurse had retired some 4 years before. She sighed at the task but was glad to have it. She had spent the morning at the hospital maternity clinic working side by side with Dr. Greg Mungeon. They had treated 7 or 8 pregnant woman and delivered a baby boy as well. Dr. Mungeon knew that Bridget was trying to work through her own miscarraiges and, sensing her emotional exhaustion, suggested she spend the rest of her shift trying to make sense of the messed up files. Bridget had accepted gladly, eager to get away from the young mother who was understandably filled with joy. Dr. Mungeon had stopped her before she left and praised her for her work that day. The praise from the young doctor had eased some of the tightness around her heart. Well, she thought as she faced the files. Let's start where head nurse's retirement begins. She opened a drawer and pulled out an armfull of files and began to get to work....
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Post by brickfan on Mar 12, 2007 18:33:45 GMT -5
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Post by newestconvert on Mar 13, 2007 17:58:28 GMT -5
Back on St John, and long past introductions, Brooke is gathering the children's sand toys in mid afternoon in preparation to take them back to the house for a nap. She looks up and smiles at Dr. Winston who is still building castles with the children. Thank heavens the spot they chose was in the afternoon shade, Brooke thought. She stood back and tried to look objectively at the good doctor. It was obvious that he enjoyed children. He was certainly handsome and... Booke noticed ,a bit uncomfortably, quite fit. He had taken off his shirt to play with the children and Brooke had done her darnest not to watch the muscles ripple across his chest as he played with the children in the sand. He had caught her staring at him once and he smiled back at her... showing his own appreciation of her own slim, fit body. She appreciated a good body, being a passionate woman. And a good mind which he obviously had...and a kindness toward children. Ridge had moved on...Nick had moved on.... maybe she should move on too...though she knew in her heart that she was not ready to even consider such a thing. Still, didn't hurt to look. She called out to the children who moaned in protest. The doctored earned extra points by telling them that they had to obey the Queen of the Castle. The children giggled running to get on their beach robes and sandals. "How about dinner?" Sam said as he approached Brooke. "oh... um... it's only their second night.... I don't think I should leave them," Brooke replied. "How about tomorrow? I'll pick you up here on the beach... We'll walk in the sunset to my place and grill outside on my terrace...?" "Ttto ..tomorrow..... should be fine," Brooke said deciding to accept at the last minute. Afterall...the men in her life had moved on. "I'll see you here at 6" Sam says and turns to go. At the edge of the trees he turns again to watch the woman and her children walk up the stairs... thinking that things were definitely looking up....
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Post by newestconvert on Mar 16, 2007 16:35:51 GMT -5
The next night Brooke walked down the wooden steps to the beach below at 6:10. She had waffled about going through with the dinner, had started down the steps once and turned around, caught herself and finally, gathering her courage and resolve, headed down the stairs. She knew she was late and if Sam had already given up on her then so be it. But he stood at the bottom of the stairs, catching his breath as the evening sun caught and illuminated her beautiful face halo'd by hair turned gold in the setting sun. She was wearing a halter dress that left her shoulders and back bare and showed off her gorgeous legs. Sam held out his hand as she reached the last step and she slid her hand into his, noting how warm and comforting his seemed to be. "I wasn't sure you'd come," Sam said. "I wasn't sure myself," Brooke said. They walked to the water and turned up the beach keeping their eyes on the setting sun. "I'm a mess, Sam, " Brooke said softly. "A bad bet for any man." Sam looked at her closely seeing that she really believed this. "How about we let me be the judge of that," he suggested. "Ok, " Brooke said, "But you need to understand that I am not interested in getting involved with any man at this point in my life...no matter how sweet, kind... or handsome." Sam turned her to face the setting sun. "Everyday the sun sets on our past and rises the next morning to our futures." he says gently. "That's a very simplistic view on life, Sam. Nothing has ever been that simple in my life," Brooke says pointedly. "Maybe." Sam replies. "I'm a heart surgeon. We tend to look at things more black and white than most. Every day is a new day, a new chance. I doubt anything you could tell me could shock me." They watched the sun set in silence, both appreciating the beauty before them. "Tell me," Sam said, "About Brooke." Brooke decided then and there that any man she even considered as a friend needed to know the score. She took Sam's hand, pulled him over to a love seat nestled under some palms and told him the story of her life....
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Post by Donna on Mar 16, 2007 17:02:35 GMT -5
:)WOW! It's just getting better and better!!! ;D
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Post by newestconvert on Mar 16, 2007 18:08:02 GMT -5
Back in L.A., Nick was having a difficult time finding out exactly where Brooke is so that he could call and find out how she is doing under the guise of inquiring about Hope. Donna knew Brooke's destination but had no phone number. Katherine had gone with Brooke. He hadn't yet worked up the inclination to ask Bridget. She made him wary. She had a right to, he had to admit, but that didn't make him comfortable with it. He'd have to keep trying Donna hoping she'd eventually want to talk to her sister and get the information from Bridget.
In the meantime, Taylor returned from her conference in NYC. She walked confidently into Nick's office catching him leaning over a design table and deciding on marketing strategies. He was sexy, Taylor thought, rich enough to keep her in the manner to which she had become accustomed AND Brooke still loved him which was an extra bonus for her. She didn't care about love anymore. She had loved Ridge with with all her heart and when he broke her heart she'd decided that marraige didn't HAVE to be about love. There was a place in her heart that balked at that thought but she was too sensical to let her emotions rule her actions anymore. Nick would provide for her, amuse her, and satisfy her. She knew Nick didn't love her anymore than she loved him but they could have a life together and be relatively happy. Ridge could go to hell, she thought, and Brooke too! The anonymous designer had bugged her all weekend. She didn't like Nick being dependant on anyone but herself let alone an anonymous person. It nagged that she had seen the design styles before and even more that she couldn't place it! Nick looked up from the design table and smiled at her, obviously happy to see her. Taylor preened just a bit before wrapping her arms around Nick's shoulders and hugging him tightly. "I missed you," Nick said sincerely. "I missed YOU!," Taylor said still hugging him and looking over his shoulder. She stopped short when she caught sight of a small picture hanging behind his desk over his file cabinet. The style was the same as what she had seen in the mysterious designs. "Nick," she asked, "Did you completely redesign this office when you took over Forrester Creation?" Nick pushed back a bit in her arms..."No, I didn't have time." His eyes followed her gaze to the small framed design hanging on the wall. He immediately recognized the similarity to the anonymous designs. He let her go and walked to the wall to look more closely at the framed sketch.... the design was simple, yet elegant, and signed by none other than Brooke Logan!
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MontanaLindy
Lounging on the Deck
Caution - Crabby Bricky
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Post by MontanaLindy on Mar 17, 2007 14:01:48 GMT -5
Okay... I am definitely hooked! ;D
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Post by brickfan on Mar 17, 2007 14:22:32 GMT -5
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Post by karen3012 on Mar 18, 2007 17:37:39 GMT -5
OMG I just found this and now I have goosebumps all over and I'll look awfully tired tomorrow I am positively hooked, too Thank you so much for sharing.
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Post by Pagirl on Mar 18, 2007 18:37:11 GMT -5
Can't wait for more. With the show being so bad, it's nice to have something to look forward to. ;D It's a shame you can't write for the show.....
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Post by newestconvert on Mar 18, 2007 18:48:07 GMT -5
Brooke finished her story and fell silent. Sam was silent for a moment too and then asked, "Is that all of it?" Brooke lowered her head and replied, "Pretty much." "Hungry yet?" Sam asked. "YYYes," Brooke replied confused by his lack of reaction to her life's mistakes. "Good," Sam said and held out his hand. "Me too!" Brooke slid her hand into his and her pulled her up and toward the steps. "Spaghetti, meatballs and home made bread, " he told her. "You still want to have dinner with me?" Brooke asked self consciously. "Of course, Brooke. I didn't hear anything to indicate that you are a dangerous criminal or even moderately insane. In fact, the fact that you would even ask me that question tells me that you have been judged by your choices far too harshly in your life. Believe me, when you fix people's hearts for a living you hear some seriously crazy stories!! You are almost TOO normal to have dinner with," he says with a big smile. Brooke smiled back at Sam and for the first time in their acquaintance he saw the smile actually reach her eyes. He swore in that moment his heart skipped a beat. Abuse took on many forms...not just physical but mental. She was a wounded creature... she needed a friend. He could be that for her...even if he dreamed of being more. That would have to wait.
Once at his villa, similar to hers, he finished preparing the meal. As they ate, he told her his life story...Brooke learned of his career as one of the top heart surgeons in the US and of his own failed marraige, a result of his obsession with his job. He knew well how obsession could ruin your life. He understood how Brooke's obsession with the man, Ridge, had affected her marraige and most of her relationships. Obsession with his patients' health had had a similar effect on his own marraige. He had learned eventually but too late to save his marraige. It was partially why he spent 2 months a year on St. John...to rest his work-weary mind and also rebalance his life. He was ready to find a life mate now...now that he had learned that precious balance. He looked at the woman across the table and thought, he could be patient... at least for a while while she figured out her own sense of balance..... he cleared his mind and decided then and there that he would spend the rest of the evening trying to get that smile back in her eyes....
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Post by newestconvert on Mar 20, 2007 18:03:56 GMT -5
my dear fearful heart readers...I'm trying to write as I can. My son is 12 and plays travel baseball and the season has started already! Plus I have had a nagging headache for like 2 weeks so I am a little slow some days.... it's nice to hear you are liking the story. I am writing when I can even on the side and typing it in as i have the chance. We need something to look forward to ...
xo
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MontanaLindy
Lounging on the Deck
Caution - Crabby Bricky
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Post by MontanaLindy on Mar 20, 2007 18:12:19 GMT -5
We may seem greedy and very hungry for your brand of romance but I think we can all understand that you have a busy life and are doing this as a hobby. I hope your headache goes away and you are feeling better soon. ;D Thanks, again, for sharing your story with us!
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Post by newestconvert on Mar 20, 2007 18:21:57 GMT -5
Back in L.A. Nick and Taylor stare at the small, framed design hanging on the wall. Taylor turns away in disgust and misses seeing Nick reach out and touch the picture as if to make a connection. Taylor begins to sputter about Brooke setting them up...trying to undermine everything Nick has worked for. For all they know, she is still in cahoots with Ridge trying to bring them all down. Nick turns to Taylor still a bit stunned by the revelation that Brooke is his anonymous designer. "She wouldn't do that," Nick says hoarsely. Taylor looks at Nick in disgust. "Stop thinking with your pants and think with your head!" she says angrily. "Why would Brooke give you designs when you've done everything YOU can to bring HER currrent company down!"
Nick looks away from Taylor not wanting to believe that Brooke would do such a thing. "Think about it, Nick," Taylor continued to push. "You use the designs, bank on them...go to show them and she accuses you of stealing Forrester original designs! What a marketing coup!" Taylor finishes in disgust.
Nick, begins to become enraged, embarrassed and hurt that Brooke may have taken advantage of him. He begins to pace, stewing over the implications that Taylor has raised. "I need to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible," Nick says, his angered fueled by Taylors smug look. He grabs his coat and walks to the door. He turns back and tells Taylor that he'll find Brooke and make her pay for this. He leaves and slams the door on the way out.
Taylor smiles in satisfaction knowing that anything Nick still felt for Brooke was dead.
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Post by newestconvert on Mar 20, 2007 19:00:45 GMT -5
Back on St. John, Brooke and Sam finished dinner and he walked her back along the beach. When they left Sam's villa, he had tucked her hand under his arm, able to keep her close in a non-threatening way as they walked back to her beach stairs. At the bottom of her stairs, Sam turned Brooke to face him and said gently, "I had a great time. Good food, good wine... exquisite company." Brooke looked at Sam and thought again how handsome he was. If her heart wasn't still raw, she admitted, she would definitely be interterested. But her heart WAS still raw and Sam deserved better, she thought. Sam, however, was thinking that this woman could make him a very, very happy man! Sam bent down and kissed Brooke gently on the forehead and then suprised her by giving her a quick kiss on her lips. "Goodnight, Princess," he said as he nudged her up the stairs. Brooke's heart warmed at the endearment and she turned at the top of the stairs to wave Sam goodnight. She was pleasantly suprised that the night had gone so smoothly...
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Post by karen3012 on Mar 21, 2007 7:51:06 GMT -5
Thank you so much newestconvert. I too hope that you'll get rid of your headache soon. . It is soo good to have something to look forward to again , so I'll wait (im)patiently for the next installment. I hope Nick won't do anything stupid now that Taylor got him all riled up.
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Post by brickfan on Mar 21, 2007 8:55:53 GMT -5
Thank you newestconvert. Please apply for a job as headwriter of the show. I hope that you're feeling better very soon.
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