were just in need of a good blow--" "Don’t go there." "--whatever. A good time. When you said it was with a flight attendant, I thought you must be jetlagged or overworked. When you said it was a Drummond employee, I figured you had lost your mind and I was determined to save you from your own stupidity. When I heard that Melanie already had a relationship with another Drummond employee--" "What?" "Didn’t you know? She was seeing Mitch McGovern until very recently." "How the hell would you even know that?" "Don’t look so surprised. Melanie told me. Maybe she trusts me more than you. Did that ever occur to you?" "It’s bullshit. She knows who we are. Why would she risk getting herself and Mitch fired by telling you?" "If you don’t believe me, then just go and ask her. I’m curious to find out if she’ll even tell you." Alex glared at the brother he loved and trusted his whole life. He had never felt anything like hatred for him before, but there’s a first time for everything. “Okay, I’ll ask her. But it won’t make any difference one way or the other -- not to me anyway. It won’t be me that passes that on to Human Resources, even if it were true." "It is true. So, when I heard that I thought, 'Okay, this girl is trouble'. She’s willing to take risks and she has a big mouth. It’s a very bad combination." "So if you’re scared, just keep away from her. Maybe Mitch could get away with seeing her but you know as well as I do that she’s off limits for us." "Now that truly is bullshit." Sebastian said. "The Drummond uniform never stopped the old man from getting what or even who he wanted." "That's exactly why he's so against it now." "It was all his fault and you know that. Our mother never did anything wrong. The old man is a good guy, but he just won't admit to being wrong about anything, ever. He's always been like that." Alex took his brother’s arm into a tight grip. "We can't touch her, you or me -- end of story. You know what the rules are: you lay one finger on her and you're out. Zip. Nada. Homeless. A nobody." "I don't care." Sebastian retorted. Alex gave a belly laugh at that. "Sure. You've never wanted for anything your whole life. The same as me. We had brand new Maseratis on our sixteenth birthdays for God's sake, personal shows from pop stars and comedians, whatever and whoever we wanted. Now you're telling me you're going to give all that up at the age of 31 and start from scratch with a flight attendant who will also be unemployed. Have you ever even set foot inside a 'normal' person's apartment? You wouldn't have space to store your vintage wine collection for Christ's sake, let alone live and be happy." "I won't need wine. All I'll need is her." The two went silent for a moment. Melanie had wandered up to the two men as she heard Alex’s loud masculine laugh through the trees. She had intended to sit and watch them fish but when she heard they were talking something made her hold back. The conversation sounded too interesting and authentic to be interrupted. Maybe if she had a little patience she might have a chance of figuring out the truth about who these two men really were. She decided to stay hidden and listen in. "I'm not saying I don't understand." Alex said. "I've got to admit that this last week...I don't know what's happening to me...every day I see her she just looks more beautiful than the last. Every movement, every word from her mouth." "I know." Sebastian agreed. "This sunshine and healthy living isn't helping any. She was already gorgeous to begin with, now with her golden brown skin and that glow of happiness and health -- she was obviously stressed-out before. Now she's relaxed and happy. My God, it's like I can't even look straight at her anymore. I want to, but God, it's almost too much." "Is it her? Is she really this gorgeous? This perfect? Or is it just some kind of island fever?" "Maybe both. I mean, we've been here three weeks now and