- Bridget met Quinn and when she learned about he and Pearl, the two got into a heated argument.
- Duncan awoke but quickly lapsed back into his coma.
- Josephine told Jude she believed Christoph is returning despite her son’s assurances he wasn’t.
The Nightshade Home
Six-thirty in the evening
Quinn Nightshade stood in front of his bedroom mirror, buttoning his light blue long-sleeved shirt and tucking it into his blue jeans. He had come home, quickly put the groceries up and changed clothes. He was going to see Pearl Tyler and he wanted to look good for her. His brother Jude had left a message on his cell phone saying he was going to spend the night at the mental hospital with their mother, so he could be free to spend the evening with her.
He grabbed a comb and ran it through his short brown hair. As he smoothed down his sideburns, he flashed back to his argument with Bridget Walsh. He couldn’t believe she had the nerve to come to Haven and go after Pearl. What a pathetic, childish sorry excuse for a woman, he thought acidly to himself. No wonder Duncan Tyler dumped her and tried to get back with Pearl. She was sexy though. If Pearl wasn’t in the picture, I would have made her my next conquest, but I would have to be extremely desperate, and thanks to Pearl, I’m not. She’s a terrific woman and I’m not going to lose her, no matter what.
He finished fixing his hair and set the comb back down on the dresser. He smiled at himself in the mirror, satisfied with his appearance. He quickly walked out of the room, turning off the light, eagerly anticipating his upcoming time with Pearl.
The Lawrence Farm, Pearl’s bedroom, five minutes later
Pearl sat at her vanity table, brushing her long red hair. She had taken a quick shower after dinner and was awaiting Quinn Nightshade’s arrival.
Her body was tingly from head to toe and despite trying to fight off the tingles, she couldn’t. Quinn was beginning to grow on her. She looked down at her swollen stomach and patted it. “Your mother is acting and feeling like a giddy teenager all over again and I really need to quit. I have to be rational. You’re going to be coming in three months and I can’t be constantly making out with Quinn like some randy high-school student. It just doesn’t look right with you poking out of my tummy.”
She chuckled and glanced towards the main window, which she had left open. “He’s probably going to be entering through that window any moment now. I’ll try and be as calm as I can, but sometimes it can be very hard. When you get older, you’ll know what I’m talking about,” she told her unborn daughter. “I haven’t had a lot of experience with romance. One serious boyfriend my senior year of high school, another while going to community college…and then the one that became my husband and your father. But Quinn is extremely different. Not only is he part vampire, which I still can’t wrap my head around, he’s the most passionate and dramatic man I’ve ever met. It’s like I’m in some over-the-top romance novel.”
The baby kicked softly and Pearl chuckled again. “Well, you can definitely hear me so I don’t have to worry about your ears.”
Suddenly there was a knock at the window. Pearl stood up, smoothed down her lilac colored silk night gown, and started towards it when she saw Quinn climb through. The tingles returned, traveling through her body like a fast-moving stream.
He saw her and he developed tingles of his own. He couldn’t say anything. He just gazed at her, falling even more in love.
“Good evening Quinn. It’s good to see you,” Pearl said, trying to stay nonchalant.
Quinn’s response was anything but. He rushed to her and threw his arms around her, holding her tightly. “I love you so much Pearl,” he whispered. Before Pearl could reply, he covered her mouth with his in a torrid kiss.
The Collins Home
Astrid Collins found her brother Damien in the kitchen, sitting at the table. He was holding the diamond ring he bought for Pearl and staring at it intensely.
“Damien, put that ring away and come into the living room with me. They’re showing An American Werewolf in London on the telly.”
“I’ve seen that movie about sixty times,” Damien dismissively said.
“So you’d rather just sit here alone and stare at that ring?” Astrid mocked.
“No, what I need to do is go see Pearl and slip this ring on her finger before Quinn really gets his hooks into her,” he told her with a pointed look.
“Then why haven’t you done it?” Astrid asked, joining him at the table. “Are you afraid she’ll freak out and say no? I mean, you haven’t known her that long and I wouldn’t say you even have a real actual relationship with her. Most people don’t get engaged after almost two weeks of meeting.”
“I’m not most people,” Damien gently argued.
“You can say that again,” Astrid teased.
Damien sighed. “I’m just trying to figure out the right way to propose. I can’t just go to her and say, Pearl, please marry me. I would come off as really desperate.”
Astrid laughed. “You are desperate. Don’t deny it.”
“Gee, thanks for your support sis,” Damien said, but with a smile on his face. “Seriously, I have to plan this proposal. I want this to be really special. It’s not just for her but for her baby girl. That’s two lives I would be responsible for.”
“I can see you as a daddy, giving piggyback rides, playing on the floor, letting her brush your fur during full moons…” Astrid started to laugh again.
Damien shook his head. “You’re a regular comedian, you know that sis?” He stood up, walked over to Astrid and playfully yanked her out of her chair. “Come on. Let’s watch that movie for the sixty-first time.”
The Lawrence Farm
Pearl broke away from Quinn’s embrace, ending his powerful and passionate kisses. “That was one hell of a greeting.” She took a deep breath and looked at him. “I still can’t believe this is happening. I’ve never met a man like you.”
Quinn reached for her again, a dreamy gaze on his handsome face. He gently took her right hand and softly kissed her knuckles. “Tonight is going to be our night my dear…just you and me.”
A chilly breeze blew into the room. Pearl again broke away from Quinn and headed to the window to close the open panes. She thought about what Quinn just said and she started to feel a little apprehensive. She knew he wanted to make love. She told him no the other day, but could she tell him no tonight?
Quinn placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them. He pressed his face against her cheek, nuzzling her skin. “What are you thinking about sweetheart?” he asked.
“You,” Pearl answered quietly, without mentioning her uncertainty at what might happen between them.
Quinn turned her around and he smiled at her. “Good. You’re all I’m thinking about right now too.” He looked down at the floor and then back at Pearl. “There is something I have to tell you. I ran into Bridget Walsh earlier this evening.”
Some of the color drained from Pearl’s face. “Oh no. What happened?”
“She made advances to me while I was putting my groceries away, of all times. I told her to find another man because I wasn’t interested.” He looked away again before continuing. “I mentioned your name and that I was in love with you, which made her angry.”
“She threatened to come after me, didn’t she?” Pearl wanted to know.
Quinn nodded. “I told her if she did she would have to answer to me. Oh Pearl, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. She’s the one playing silly childish games. Whatever happens, you aren’t responsible.” Pearl glanced down at Quinn’s chest. “I should have expected it really.”
“Let’s not talk about Bridget anymore.” He touched her chin and brought her face back up to meet his. “The only thing I want to do tonight is love you.” He wrapped his arms around her and before she knew it, he scooped her up, carrying her towards the bed …
The Little Harmony Inn
Bridget Walsh stood in front of the bathroom mirror in her motel room, brushing her blonde hair. She had taken a shower and changed into a low-cut yellow short-sleeved cotton dress which hugged her petite curves. She was replaying the encounter between her and the man she met in the grocery store parking lot. She couldn’t believe he was involved with Pearl. He was fashionable. He was sexy in a very unusual way. He drove a Corvette. This was a man that was tailor made for her. Why did he want to be with Pearl, of all women?
And despite their harsh words to each other, Bridget had felt sparks. It was the same feeling she got the first time she met Duncan. And with Duncan unavailable now, perhaps this intriguing stranger could give her what he couldn’t.
She smirked at her reflection. “I’m going to find out who this man is—and I’m going to make sure he forgets all about Pearl. I stole one man away from that hag…I know I can do it again.”
With a final flounce of her hair, she slinked out of the bathroom, put on her purple leather jacket, grabbed her car keys, and was on her way to Haven.
The Lawerence Farm
Pearl was sitting on her bed, staring up at Quinn, who stood above her with a look on his face that could only be described as pure lust. Her stomach began to flutter, as if it was filled with a million butterflies. You can’t do this, she told herself. You have to stay rational. Her head was telling her no, but her heart was crying out yes.
Quinn slowly and deliberately removed his black leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor. He then unbuttoned his shirt the same way. He took it off and it joined the jacket. He bent down. His face was mere inches from Pearl’s.
“This is going to be a night neither one of us will ever forget,” he said to her huskily. He kissed her hungrily, taking her into his arms. His mouth moved from hers down to her neck and he pulled down the straps of her nightgown. His right hand traveled down to her left thigh and she could feel the silky material of her gown rise up. His touch was warm and sensual. But before he could reach any higher, she felt the baby kick hard. With a little gasp, she pushed his hand away. “No,” she said with a trembling voice.
Quinn stopped and shook his head vehemently. “Don’t stop this Pearl. Not now. I love you. I need you.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t let this continue. The baby kicked.” She was on the verge of tears.
“Pearl please—“ Quinn began before she cut him off.
“No, we can’t do this Quinn. Don’t you see? I’m so confused.” Pearl looked down at her stomach. “This is all happening so fast. I can’t think straight anymore.”
“You don’t have to be confused. You just have to know that I love you and I want to be with you.” Quinn leaned in to kiss her but she turned away.
“You want to be with me physically. I can’t give you what you want Quinn. I think you need to find someone else.” Pearl gave him a pleading, sad gaze. “I’m not the woman for you.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I want you,” Quinn replied. He pulled off her the bed and into an embrace. “I’ll wait for you.”
“You won’t last that long Quinn. You’re a man that needs intimacy. I won’t be angry if you get that from another woman.” Pearl locked her eyes with his. “You are part human Quinn. You try and suppress that side of you but you can’t. It’s not natural and you’re only going to end up hurting yourself.”
“What’s going to hurt me is not being with you,” Quinn argued. “After Megan died, I didn’t think I could find anyone else. But now I have and I’m not giving you up. We don’t have to make love tonight. I’ll stay here and hold you until dawn.”
This time Pearl shook her head. “You can’t deny the fact that you want to make love. That’s what you came here for. You didn’t come to just cuddle. You’ve wanted this since the first time you saw me in the stable. Admit it.”
Quinn sighed and let go of Pearl. “You’re right. But I can still wait.”
Pearl shook her head again. “Don’t wait for me Quinn. You deserve to be happy. You aren’t going to be happy waiting for me to figure things out.” She returned to the bed and sat down. “I don’t love you Quinn but I do care about you very much. My feelings for you have gotten stronger. I enjoy your company. I just can’t give you the kind of company you’re looking for. Now, if you truly love me, you will leave me and find someone else. Please Quinn…do this for me. I want you to.”
Quinn stood there speechless for a bit, trying to let Pearl’s words sink in. She admitted she wanted to be with him, and yet she wanted him to cheat on her to prove his love.
Finally, he spoke. “You told me you’ve never met a man like me…well, I’ve never met a woman like you. You’re extremely special, you know that?”
He knelt down in front of her. “I’ll leave you now Pearl. But don’t think this breakup of ours is going to last. I love you and we will be together someday. Just you wait.” He moved forward and gave her a long, deep, soft kiss. “You’re not going to get rid of me that easily.”
He went to retrieve his jacket and shirt. Pearl watched him dress. He turned to her and blew her a kiss. “Don’t forget about me.”
“You know I won’t,” Pearl answered, her voice almost a whisper. “Goodbye Quinn.”
Quinn went to the window and unopened it. He let the cool autumn breeze envelop his body for a moment. Then he turned around and looked longingly at Pearl. She stood up, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, wondering what he was going to do. Would he come back to her and plead with her to change her mind? Part of her wanted him to do that.
He didn’t. He blew her another kiss. “I love you,” he said. Then he was out the window and gone into the night. Pearl closed the window and leaned against it, her heart feeling like it weighed a ton. She rubbed her stomach with her left hand and sighed. “Why can’t life be easy? Why does it have to be so painful?”
Haven Lake, an hour later
Quinn stood on the edge of the lake, peering into the water blackened by the night sky, but all he could see was Pearl. He missed her and he wanted so badly to return to her.
He picked up a white stone that lay next to his foot. He tossed it into the water and watched it disappear into the bottom of the lake.
A few moments passed. He was so deep into his thoughts of Pearl he didn’t see or hear the tan Ford Focus pull onto the grass next to his Corvette. Bridget Walsh got out of her car and headed straight for Quinn.
“Penny for your thoughts,” she said.
Quinn whirled around. He saw Bridget and narrowed his eyes. “What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she told him. “After we met in the parking lot, I’ve been feeling this electricity all night. I had to find you.”
She moved closer towards him. “You shouldn’t be here alone in this place. What happened? Did Pearl get cold feet?” She chuckled.
“What happens between Pearl and I is none of your business. I suggest you go back to wherever you came from and give up your immature plans to hurt Pearl. She’s done nothing to you.”
“Pearl can’t give you what you need—or what you want. I can,” Bridget insisted. She reached up with her left hand and stroked Quinn’s sideburns seductively. Before he knew it, she was kissing him.
Quinn immediately pushed her away and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. “Don’t touch me. Leave me alone.”
Bridget was unmoved. “I can make you feel good. But first, I’d like to know your name, since you know mine. Tell me.” She rubbed the sleeve of his jacket with her index finger.
“No,” Quinn replied, but his voice was weak and trembling.
Bridget kissed him again. “That’s okay, you don’t have to tell me right now. We can make love first.”
“You’re insane,” Quinn retorted, trying to stay firm. “This is all part of your sick little game. Go away.” But he could hear Pearl’s voice echoing in his brain. Don’t wait for me Quinn. You deserve to be happy. You aren’t going to be happy waiting for me to figure things out.
He shut his eyes. No Quinn. Stay strong, he said to himself. Don’t give in, especially to this witch who wants to hurt the very one you love.
Pearl’s voice continued to play in his head. I don’t love you Quinn but I do care about you very much. My feelings for you have gotten stronger. I enjoy your company. I just can’t give you the kind of company you’re looking for. Now, if you truly love me, you will leave me and find someone else. Please Quinn…do this for me. I want you to…
He opened his eyes back up. Bridget was still standing there, but she had unzipped her jacket to reveal her low-cut dress which showed off her cleavage. He couldn’t help but stare.
“I know you like what you see. You want to touch me, don’t you? You want to make love with me, because Pearl won’t.” She smiled seductively. “Pearl doesn’t love you. She hasn’t been here that long to love you. And I don’t need love. I’m perfectly happy with just sex. No strings attached.” She pulled the front of her dress down even lower. “What do you say, handsome stranger?”
Quinn didn’t reply. He pushed past her and walked to his car, his entire body quivering with a combination of disgust and arousal. He put his hand on the car door and once again, Pearl’s voice spoke to him. You’re a man that needs intimacy. I won’t be angry if you get that from another woman. You are part human Quinn. You try and suppress that side of you but you can’t. It’s not natural and you’re only going to end up hurting yourself…
Bridget was now by his side. Quinn glanced at her. The wind was blowing her blonde hair around, forming a golden halo around her face. The tops of her breasts were sneaking out of her dress, teasing him, enticing him. And he could stand it no longer. He grabbed Bridget roughly and pushed her against the car door, kissing her mouth forcefully. She responded just as forcefully in turn, locking her arms around his back. He stopped the kiss to catch his breath.
“My name is Quinn,” he told her, still breathing heavily.
Bridget ran her hands up and down his chest. “Well Quinn, I think it’s time you took me to your place, isn’t it?”
Later that night
Josephine Grant watched her son Jude, asleep in a cot next to her bed, like a mama hawk watching her offspring. Now that she remembered her son, there was no way in hell she was going to allow Christoph to come back and sink his claws into him. He may not believe he was returning, but deep down she knew it. It was almost like a sixth sense. She made him leave once, and she knew she could do it again—even if it meant ending his life for good.
Damien was in his bedroom, listening to music on his radio alarm clock. He lay on top of his bed, clad only in gray pajama bottoms, holding the ring he bought for Pearl between his thumb and middle finger, still trying to think of how to propose to her. I can’t let Quinn get to you, I just can’t. I have to ask you to marry me…and soon.
Pearl stared out her bedroom window, watching the stars twinkle like jewels against a backdrop of black satin. She thought of Quinn and wondered if he was okay. She felt like calling him and making sure but she knew if she did, her earlier words to him would all be for naught. No, she had to concentrate on her baby now, and forget about romance. “It’s just you and me little girl,” she said to her stomach. She hoped Quinn would eventually move on and find someone else. Little did she know that the someone else was her sworn enemy…
All the rooms in the house were dark and silent, except for one. One little lamp was shining on a bedside table. And in the bed, were two bodies passionately and heatedly moving within soft white sheets of cotton, with sounds of pleasure occasionally escaping out into the air.
Quinn Nightshade was furiously making love to Bridget Walsh. For him, it was a release of pent-up emotions that had been raging inside him for weeks. She was beautiful, warm, soft and willing to please him. And maybe now that she was getting want she craved, she would leave Pearl alone and he could go back to her.
For Bridget, this tryst was the ultimate revenge. She had managed to lure a second man away from Pearl and into bed with her. Once Pearl learned she had slept with yet another man that claimed to love her, she would crumble, and Bridget would be there to witness her downfall. But as she continued to have sex with Quinn, the electricity she felt after their first encounter grew even more and more within her. She didn’t want this to end. She wanted to keep him. This is someone I think I could be with for a long time, she thought as she wrapped her arms around him even tighter. I don’t want this to stop.
For the rest of this calm and still October night, it didn’t.
- A gleeful and boastful Bridget arrives at the Lawrence Farm to tell Pearl about her lovemaking with Quinn.
- Quinn goes to Pearl to confess sleeping with Bridget but is angry to learn she already has. He dismisses her and their night together; she vows to get even.
- Quinn is upset that Pearl is not disturbed over his tryst with Bridget and she tells him it was probably what he needed.
- Iva and Micah have unsettling visions of a man who turns out to be Christoph Nightshade.