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Who are you?

He moved toward her, but still he was so
far away.

The man he'd been looking for.

She pressed herself against him, feeling
the heat of his body. The man who knows

your dreams.

She could feel the warmth of his hand
blossoming through her as she was heavy

with desire.

What am I dreaming now?

Of love.

You're dreaming of love.

I don't even know your name.

Everwell.

City,

please.

L .A. J. Rowland, business listing.

What can I do for you?

I'd like you to find someone for me.

Okay.

Let's start with a name.

I don't know his name. That's why I'm
here.

Okay. What is your name?

Assuming that you know that.

Kim.

Kim Ward.

Kim Ward?

What do you know about this person?

Well, I've slept with him three times.

Maybe we should start at the beginning.

Started a week ago.

Only a week ago.

So, you're telling me you haven't
written a word in two weeks.

Kim, we have a deadline.

I've already given you two extensions. I
cannot make a living on the whim of

your creative inspiration.

I'm trying.

Trying isn't going to sell any book.

At least, not in time for the summer
market.

I'm just blocked.

Whenever I try to write, I start
thinking about Tom and I go blank.

Kim, honey, you have got to move on.

When did you two break up?

Six months ago?

We didn't break up.

He dumped me.

My fiancé dumped me and he didn't even
have the balls to tell me why.

Maybe you would stop thinking about him
all day long if you stopped looking at

him all day long.

You've got to get out of your shell if
you're ever going to write again. Meet

someone new.

Meet me at Cody's tonight around 8.

We'll throw back a few margaritas, get
all sloshed to hell.

I'm just not ready yet.

I'll see you at 8.

Vodka, my friend.

Come right up.

Instead of...

I was late. She probably took off.

She?

My publisher.

You're a writer?

Really?

Sometimes.

Right now I'm a writer who doesn't
write.

Maybe you just need someone to inspire
you.

Mind if I join you?

Why not?

Didn't your mother ever tell you she
never talked to strangers?

Yes, and a lot of other things I
carefully ignored over the years. Smart

You know, I have been here a lot, and
you are the first person who's ever even

spoken to me.

Well, besides the waitress.

Most men are intimidated by a smart,
beautiful woman.

But not you.

No.

I'm inspired.

It was nice meeting you.

Let me buy you a drink.

So you were in love with him?

I was more in love with the idea of
being in love with him.

And then he cheated on you?

I don't know. I don't want to know.

Because you'd have to give up on the
idea forever.

Yeah.

We have an incredible opportunity here.

Two attracted strangers.

No claims on each other.

We owe each other nothing.

And what do you suggest we do with this
opportunity?

Act on it.

Don't you want to feel desired again?

I'm not a charity cake.

When's the last time you've been with a
man?

None of your goddamn business.

I'll pinch your fiancee left you.

He's out there enjoying himself.

He's moved on.

stuff there

It's crazy.

Thank you.

You bopped him on a butcher block table
in the basement of a bar.

With a condom, mind you. Thank God.

I was going to apologize for standing
you up.

Looks like I did you a big favor.

God, Kim. When you decide to come out of
your shell, you don't care how it

breaks.

So was he good?

Alexa. Oh, come on, Spill. I want some
details.

He just touched my hand.

And I got goosebumps.

And I knew there was no way it wasn't
going to happen between us.

Oh, my.

I never, and God, I hate to sound like a
cliche, but I thought multiple orgasms

were a myth.

Well, I guess you must have been better
than Tom Shithead.

You really can't compare the two.

I was in love with Tom, and this was...
Stranger.

Right. No muss, no fuss, just pure,
unbridled passion. No strings,

no heartache.

You make it sound positively delicious.

It was. I feel like a well -fed cat.

Well, you look like a million bucks, and
I couldn't be happier.

If anyone deserves to have some fun,
it's you.

Especially after five years with that
jerk.

Three, and don't remind me.

Look, just do me a favor and don't get
too happy.

You just write so much better when
you're a little miserable.

Or turned on.

That remains to be seen.

Well, when I went home last night, I
wrote for a couple of hours, and I think

even you will be satisfied with the
percentage of Kim Ward on those pages.

So, think you'll see him again?

Doubtful.

I mean, I don't even know his name.

And he knows nothing about me.

We have a chance, you and I, to reach
for the real thing. No names, no

Just a man and a woman hungry for each
other.

Hungry for pleasure.

No way, that's crazy. No one would
believe this.

This is Kim.

Kim?

Yes, who's this?

How did you find me?

It's not hard when you're motivated.

But I didn't even tell you my name.

Well, the bartender was a little
suspicious at first, but I convinced him

your best interest at heart.

Do you?

Of course I do.

I never do anything to hurt you.

I have to see you again.

But I thought you said one night, no
ties, no expectations.

No expectations, yes.

But why should we deny ourselves?

I felt something last night, Kim.

Something I haven't felt in a long time.

I think you felt it too.

Didn't you?

It was extraordinary.

So why not have it again?

But it won't be the same. You know my
name now.

There's a park bench near your house.

Meet me there at seven tonight.

I don't know. I've got a lot of work to
do.

Remember when we kissed last night?

It's like my soul touched yours.

Do you remember?

It felt wonderful.

There's a bench near the entrance to the
park. Do you know it?

Yeah.

Good.

I'll see you at seven.

Wait, I don't even know your name.

So then what happened?

Well... Miss Ward, if you want me to
help you, I need you to tell me

I know.

I did what he told me. I went to the
park.

Come on.

Hello?

Thought you'd be here sooner.

You didn't tell me it was going to be a
scavenger hunt.

I'm exercising your mind, Kim.

You're beginning to sound like a man who
wants more than anonymous sex.

This was never just about sex, Kim.

It was about passion.

Passion of the mind.

Do you miss me, Kim?

Yeah Hey,

where am I good?

Yes, take your clothes off

Slowly

Tell me your name.

No.

Tell me or I'll leave.

Fine, have it your way.

There are no rules here, Kim.

We're still strangers.

But I can touch you in ways no one else
has ever done.

Or will ever do.

Remember the feeling of my hands on your
body last night?

No.

You'll have to remind me.

What? I don't live here.

Then who does?

Does it really matter?

Are you telling me he just broke in
here?

Are you kidding?

Uh -uh.

You didn't see the pictures when he came
through the house?

Wife, kids.

Perfect family.

Oh, no, I must admit.

Husband knew.

Lose a little weight.

Where are they now?

I have no idea.

You mean they could come back in a
second?

Yep.

You're serious?

You're nuts.

Right, isn't it, Kim?

Love on the run.

Being a teenager all over again.

Turns you on, doesn't it?

Fear of discovery.

Maybe I'll get away with it.

Maybe I won't.

They could come back.

Okay.

You know, I'm sure they're just going to
get an advanced lesson in the power of

passion.

Who knows?

Maybe we can save their marriage.

What was that?

What?

Did you hear that?

They're home.

Oh, my God. I can't believe you made me
do this.

Jesus.

False alarm. It was next door.

I hope you're keeping a diary.

Lexa. Oh, come on, Kim. It's grist for
the mill.

It is so good for your work. I can see
the difference already.

Well, this mill may be closing soon.

I mean, I know nothing about him.
Nothing.

And he has my name, my phone number. He
can contact me anytime he wants.

But I can't touch him.

From what you've told me, I'd say you've
touched him all right.

You know what I mean.

I do, I do.

Honestly, Kim, with some men, it is
better not to know too much.

But I'm not sleeping with some men. I'm
involved with a stranger.

He could be anything.

Anyone. Well, you just got to trust me
on this one. Keep the mystery alive.

And if you ever get bored with him, give
him my phone number. Just read.

I'm reading. I'm reading.

This is really hot.

Oh.

Oh, oh.

We will get your publicist to spread a
rumor.

Nothing official.

Kim Ward, an affair with mysterious
stranger.

It'll be fabulous.

Over your dead body.

It's personal. Come on, it will double
our... Your circulation.

It'll be very hard for you to spend all
that money if you're six feet under.

Fine. Just trying to help.

A heart attack is not what I'd classify
as help.

God, I just want to live, Alexa. You
know, really live. And this guy comes

along, and he's funny, sexy, and
mysterious.

And I had to say yes, or I'd always
wonder, what if?

What if?

My life's been filled with too many what
ifs.

What if you've been the one to end the
relationship with Tom? No, I can't think

about that. It's done. It hurt.

I have to move on.

My, my.

Not only is this man a great fuck, he's
also apparently a world -class shrink.

He is a mystery, Alexa.

Well, perhaps he won't remain one for
long.

Sir, you still don't know this guy's
name. He's already put you in a

dangerous situation.

Let me guess. You put on his costume and
you begged for more.

Let me explain something to you,
detective.

Passion. Real passion.

It's something so rare, so wonderful,
that if you're lucky enough to find it,

you don't take it for granted.

Even if that means putting yourself in a
potentially dangerous situation or

ignoring your better judgment, when you
feel that passion, you go with it.

It's a gift.

Tell me more.

He scared me.

Close the door.

Why are you hiding?

It's dark in here.

Don't worry, you're safe.

Take six paces forward.

I can't see where I'm going.

Don't you trust me?

It's an easy question to ask when you're
holding all the cards.

Much as I trust anybody.

Good.

You and I will be swept away in the
tides of passion.

Our love will break the bounds of time
and space.

And we will fly in the belief that the
land would simply be to die.

Hey, I wrote that.

Your second book. I actually thought
your third was a little better, though.

You actually read my books?

Yeah, Mom. I want to know everything
about you.

What you dream, what you desire, what
you feel when I make love to you.

Where are you?

I'm here.

Come down here. I don't like this.

Patience, my angel.

I don't even know your name.

No name, no detail.

Just a man and a woman hungry for each
other.

Hungry for pleasure.

How could you have that?

It was on your deathbed.

I just wrote that. Did you break into my
house?

No, the door was unlocked.

This is getting out of hand. What are
you, a stalker?

Don't be afraid. I told you, it never
hurts you when I meant it.

It's all part of the game, Kim.

The excitement.

But that's not what you want.

Just say the word and we'll stop
playing.

Are you wearing my gift?

Yes.

Not until you get your ass down here and
tell me who you are.

The name is the least important
appendage on a man.

What did Shakespeare say?

What's in a name? A rose by any other
name with no excuse.

Well, at least I know you read.

Dance for me.

No. Dance for me.

I'll tell you more about me if you dance
for me.

Rhyme of God.

You're irresistible.

I'm so damn irresistible. Get down here
and dance with me.

Hurry.

God.

You can only see yourself.

You're trying to impress me.

Who are you?

The man you've been looking for.

And the man who knows your dreams.

What am I dreaming now?

Of love.

Dreaming of love.

It all happened so much.

That feels so good.

No names, Kim.

We're all the same in passion.

What kind of stick game are you playing?
I thought this was just us!

Why are you doing this to me?

People are interchangeable.

Don't waste it.

I have no idea what it's doing to me.

No, it's just been a long time since
I've heard anything quite like this.

So you want the 411 on this guy?

The what? Information.

Who he is, where he works, what he
ingests, with whom.

Yes. Then what?

That's it.

Well, it shouldn't be too hard.

As long as I can get his license plate
number or... 2QCE46.

That's a start.

And here's the warehouse address.

The mask you bought for me.

It's pretty distinctive. Maybe someone
will remember him buying it.

Well, let me get to work on these few
things, see what else I can turn up, and

I'll check in with you tomorrow.

Absolutely not. Not a rat's chance in
hell.

Oh, come on.

It was just a tea... Teensy little book
tour.

Teensy my ass.

I know you. You'll have me and hundreds
of mom and pop joints up to my eyeballs

in dust.

While mom is looking the other way, pop
will try to cop a feel.

You want a book tour?

You go.

Fine, fine.

What if I cut the list to 50 and scare
out some attractive pops?

I have work to do.

You're my publisher. You're supposed to
make me stick to deadlines, not prevent

me from reaching them.

Is that him? Oh, I want to hide in the
closet and watch.

Oh, no, no, wait, wait. I want a video
camera so I can tape this for posterity.

Shove it.

No, no, no, that's really not my style.
I'm more of a missionary type girl.

I'm telling you, Alexa.

Oh, hi.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I was just in the neighborhood.

Hi. I'm Alexa, Kim's publisher, and you
are?

Jay Roland.

That wasn't so hard to get a name out of
him.

That's not him.

Well, it was a pleasure meeting you,
whoever you aren't.

So, Detective, what have you got?

Is there a problem?

The car and the warehouse are leased to
a holding company. It's not a dead end.

It just means I've got to spend more
time piercing the corporate veil.

So pierce away.

Well, his prints are not in the file,
which means he's never been arrested.

Well, that's a relief.

If I just knew what he looked like.

If I had a picture... Will you excuse me
for a minute?

Hello?

Oh, hello yourself.

I was working.

You were a very bad boy yesterday.

God, you're impossible right now.

What if I said no?

I don't know why I put up with you.

Okay, but no surprise guest this time.

Give me 20 minutes.

All right.

Me too.

That was him.

I saw it gathered.

I'll follow.

Okay.

But stay away behind me and out of
sight. I don't want him to know that

tailing me.

Hey, I don't tell you how to write your
books.

Sorry. I can get a little bossy
sometimes.

That's okay. I like a woman with spirit.

Would you mind waiting outside while I
get changed?

Sure. I'll be in my car.

Seems like an eternity since I last saw
you.

Great

day,

isn't it?

But does it rain?

Let's do what I asked.

Yes.

Show me.

Here?

Been seeing anyone recently?

What do you mean?

Others than me, of course.

I don't like to be possessive.

It's just out of curiosity.

No, I have not been seeing anyone else.

No male visitors?

You're watching me?

In the neighborhood.

Who is he, Kim?

A friend.

Don't lie to me.

I'm sorry.

What's your friend's name?

Names are unimportant.

People are interchangeable.

That's very good.

Good learning.

Where are you going?

What, can't you take it?

He's a stranger too, just like you.

Okay, Kim.

Let's go.

Where?

On a special occasion, we'll make it a
special place.

We met here a week ago today.

It's our anniversary.

And in spite of what you might think, I
really am.

Kill him?

Happy anniversary.

Wow.

Take off your coat.

I don't think so.

Please?

Please, let me make you feel more
comfortable.

Someone could see us.

Exactly.

Aren't you taking the threat of
discovering a bit far?

You tell me.

You're the one who's wearing nothing but
a coat.

It's hard not to be

Bon appetit.

He looked familiar to me. We, uh, we met
before.

I don't think so.

What

do

you think you're doing?

Doing my job.

No, your job is to be out finding
whatever it is you can about this guy.

I just found out what he looks like and
how he operates. I think it's a pretty

good day's work, don't you?

Or were you too busy to notice?

Who the hell are you to judge me?

I hired you to do research.

I'm sorry.

You may be gone for good.

He knows you were at my house today. He
was watching me.

Look.

I'll find out who this guy is.

I'll find out where he is.

I promise.

Sorry I snapped at you.

Thanks for sending me home.

No problem.

So, um, don't follow me again until I
call you.

Near the bus.

This is Kim.

Hey, Kim. Did you miss me?

I thought I'd lost you. It's been days.

I know exactly how long it's been.

Too long.

Who's the man in the bar?

I told you.

A stranger.

Also known as Jay Rowan, private
investigator.

Yes. Paid his retainer on March 7th.

Hired him to learn about me, Kim.

Yes, I hired him, but I didn't tell him
to follow you.

Kim? If you want a name, find someone
else.

I don't want a name. I want you. Stop
asking questions and stop lying to me.

I just wanted to know something about
you. You seem to know so much about me.

Kim, I know this is hard for you, but I
am trying to liberate you.

You know, if you want me to have a name,
give me one. Call me anything you like.

It doesn't matter.

Don't you see that?

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

So glad.

I'm going to have to say goodbye to Mr.
Rowan.

I will.

Good. Write this address down.

You ready?

Okay.

1605 Beaconwood Drive, room 23, Majestic
Hotel.

Got it.

I'll meet you there at 9 o 'clock
tonight.

And, uh, Kim, don't knock on the door.

All right, but...

What do you think?

Why are we here?

You're so desperate to find the truth,
Kim.

I wanted you to learn a little more
about your detective friend.

His likes, his dislikes.

Bobby I told you I'd say goodbye. Don't
you trust me?

He's a man who makes love Very inspiring
don't you think?

Maybe fucking more inspiring to you.
Let's go

Funny guy, huh?

They need to be in love with the hugger.

And buy love after all.

Things are starting to get a little bit
weird with the mystery man.

So now you think you're falling in love
with the private detective you hired to

find out who this other guy is?

There's just something about him.

God, if we published this, we would make
a fortune.

Of course, the critics would have a
field day, but who cares? We'd be rich.

Do you ever think about anything but
money?

Yeah, sex.

Look.

You know I care for you.

I know how much you were hurt when Tom
left.

But believe me, it was a godsend. He is
a snake whose mission in life is to hurt

women. Thank God you found out before
you got married.

Look at it this way.

If Tom hadn't left, there'd be no
Mystery Man.

No... Private investigator, no delicious
new book.

That's one way of looking at it.

Meet me at your house, 4 p .m., urgent
news.

Mr. Man Strikes Again?

Could be from Jay.

Jay. Excuse me.

So now we're on a first -name basis with
our private investigator?

Look, I better be going.

Oh, Kim, stay.

Show this guy that you're not at his
beck and call.

He's at my house, Alexa.

Kim, Kim, ho!

Ticket to New York for the book tour. We
leave next week.

I told you I'm not going.

Oh, I know, but if you need to or want
to get away...

There.

Take off my blindfold.

I want to see who you are.

Did you enjoy yourself You know I did

How can you know what I fantasize about?

You taught creative writing when you
were in college.

You had one female student, Melissa.

She clearly had a crush on you.

You read my diary?

It's easy to see the roots of your
talent there, Kim.

Such raw honesty.

Life would make quite an interesting
novel.

Those are my private thoughts. I never
meant anyone to read those.

You wrote them down.

You left a record.

A trail.

That was careless.

Everybody leaves a trail. It's part of
having a life.

Oh, so because you don't have the guts
to tell me your name, that makes you

careful?

That's bullshit.

Kim, come back here.

Kim, don't be angry with me. Get out of
here.

Kim, I am talking to you. Don't walk
away from me.

Get out of my life.

We just made a mistake by thinking that
a person's unique.

You think you're special because you
write romance novels in your lingerie.

Because you had a polio shot at the age
of five.

That's not what makes you special, Kim.

How do you know all this?

Right now, you're interchangeable.

If I change your medical records to say
you're allergic to penicillin, then you

are.

If I had a bankruptcy to your credit
report...

You're bankrupt.

Perception is reality.

She can change perception.

But why would you do that? Why would you
want to hurt me?

I don't want to hurt you.

I want to save you.

I've been searching for you for a long
time.

Waiting for you to be ready.

Ready for what?

To join me in a new world where all that
matters

is you and me together.

I don't understand.

I looked for you, Kim.

I read your books.

I knew you would understand how I felt.

Understand what I was trying to do.

We're so much alike.

I've been hurt too.

Hurt, deeply disappointed by people I
thought I knew and trusted.

I've been hurt too. I know what that
feels like.

I know you have.

Please don't hate me for trying to
understand you.

Please don't be angry with me for
wanting passion of the body.

Passion of the mind.

Passion of the soul.

I asked you to call first.

There wasn't enough time. I found him.
Come on. Come on, I'll show you.

This guy had more holding companies and
blind trusts than I've ever seen.

Everything traces back to this address.

Who is he?

William Thayer.

I don't know what he does for a living.
It's only a matter of time.

You didn't see this.

Look, I don't know about this.

Don't tell me you're getting cold feet
now.

Not when we're inches away of finding
out who this guy is.

To be honest, I'm not sure I want to
know.

Kim.

It's all right.

Damn him.

I don't understand.

It's a mailbox.

This whole place is just a mailbox.

It's an address to put on a form.

Now what?

It's over, Kim.

You blew it.

I offered you the kind of life that
people only dream about.

And you threw it away.

I just wanted to know who you are.

He says it's over. I'm never going to
see him again.

You got everything?

Tickets?

Lingerie?

Yeah, I just need to stop at the ATM on
the way. No problem.

Jay Rowland.

Jay, you remember Alexa.

I just came by to see how you're doing.

I'm fine.

Listen, we're on the way to the airport.

Oh. Need a ride?

Desperate for a ride.

Thanks, Jay. Oh, sorry.

I found out more about your mystery man.

You still interested?

Well, I am.

Alexis, we'll break.

What? Well, the real Bill Thayer is
dead.

Died at age seven.

Mr. Mystery Man used his birth
certificate to get a social security

Then a driver's license.

Then after that, the sky's the limit.

So we're no further along than when we
started.

I'm afraid not.

He's got Bill Thayer completely
firewalled off from his real life. He's

untraceable.

Unless, of course, he's given you some
clues that you haven't told me about.

Just a vague reference to a past hurt.
He says we're alike, that people he

trusted betrayed him.

So he checked out of a real identity.

That must mean something.

He's trying to get back at somebody or
something.

But what does that have to do with me?

I'm sure it's not personal, but you are
a woman.

And when a man is betrayed, it's usually
by a woman.

Then it is personal.

It doesn't matter much now. I'll be
right back.

Well, your job must be pretty exciting.

All those interesting people and damsels
in distress.

It's a job.

Oh, I bet it could be more than a job.

If you want it to be.

I don't want it to be.

He got to my account, Jay. Oh, my God.

Son of a bitch. I cleaned out my fucking
account.

Take me home.

You son of a bitch.

Name calling won't help the situation,
Kim.

I want you out of my life. Leave me
alone.

Well, I think it's a little bit too late
for that.

See, you betrayed me, Kim.

And you know how I feel about betrayal.

You're not going to get away with this.
What did you do with my money?

Oh, don't worry.

It's in a safe place.

Waiting for you to come to your senses.

Meaning what?

I'll tell you what, Kim.

I'll give you one last chance to prove
yourself to me.

Do you think you got the gut to take it?

You bet your ass I do. Just tell me
where.

The warehouse.

And, oh, Kim, have you ever wondered why
Alexa was so enthusiastic about your

fiancé leaving you?

I think you like this one, Kim.

I really do.

What's this?

Go see.

Oh, my God.

No. Tom and Alexis.

It hurts,

Kim. I know it hurts.

Me too.

The woman I love. My best friend.

How did you get this?

You made it last night?

How long?

Three months before you broke off your
engagement.

Stop it! I hate you!

I hate you for doing this!

I knew it hurts, but that's okay. It's
going to go away. I promise you.

That's why we have to be together.

We're the same person, Ken.

We both suffered.

But together we can start all over
again.

I'll have you.

And I'll get my job back.

And we'll create a new life.

Join me.

You belong to me now.

You belong to me.

I don't belong to anyone.

But you do, Kim.

No one will ever love you like I do.

I know everything about you.

No, you don't.

You know all the petty, useless
information that you have been warning

but you don't really know me.

You don't know what I'm thinking right
now.

I bet I can count.

And I bet you can't.

You think I could live on the run hiding
out pretending to be someone I'm not?

And you don't know me at all.

It doesn't have to be like this, Kim.

You walk out of here and you'll regret
it for the rest of your life.

I think the press might be interested in
some behind -the -scenes footage.

Kim Ward writes about love.

But all she really knows about it is
fucking.

Maybe this.

Internet's such a good way to pass along
information, don't you think, Kim?

I said that you would never hurt me.

Only if you try and leave me.

That's not love, that's blackmail.

It's a word, Kim.

Another name.

Call it whatever you want.

Done.

It's over when I say it. I don't care
anymore.

Where are you going to go?

Home. How will you get there?

In my car.

What have you done?

You're a free spirit now, Kim.

No home, no money, no possessions.

You're mine.

Body and soul.

Who in God's name are you?

Your name is Edward Tolliver.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't Philip Marlowe.

Fallen in love with any hookers
recently?

Oh, no, that's right.

Setting your sights a little higher
these days, aren't you?

Sorry. Forget it.

She's already taken.

You're terrible to be betrayed by your
wife, isn't it?

Then find out the man that she's
cheating with is your best friend?

It's really got to hurt.

You have no idea who you're playing
with, Mr. Rowland.

Oh, I do. I do.

And I sympathize.

After launching a multi -million dollar
artificial intelligence company, and

then the man you trust steals your wife
and the money?

Wow. How do you recover from something
like that?

It's just you stop interfering before
someone gets hurt.

Well, you are the expert on hurt.

Shall I say hurting?

You understand why Ed here is a little
upset about the turn of events.

Would you take it like a man?

No. He kills his wife.

Then he fakes his own death.

You!

You really keep your nose out of other
people's business.

You stay out of this!

I have nothing.

You have taken everything from me. My
pride, my dignity,

my money, your love.

Love, love. I have nothing to lose
either, Edward.

Edward, stop!

want to hurt me again.

You don't know me, Edward.

You don't know what I'll do. Get up!

Turn around.

Remember me.

I'll always remember you, she said.

Always.

It was wonderful.

I wish I could have shared it with you.

Some things are not meant to be shared.

All right.

I admit it. I was a lousy friend.

And a slut.

I want to be your friend again.

Fair enough.

Don't be too hard on her.

I think in her own twisted way she was
trying to help you.

She did.

I never would have met you.

I was thinking for my next book about a
writer who falls in love with a

detective she's hired.

Has it been?

I'm not sure.

I need a little creative inspiration.

I think I'm getting inspired.