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Carson gets to his feet as Ashlyn is called a tramp, though he doesn't advance. Misty's words hit him like a kick to the gut, and he feels as though he's going to be sick. Never in his life has he felt this low, and it's not something he wants to endure.

As Misty kisses his forehead, he makes no move, but remains motionless, staring at her as she walks away. There is a portion of him that wants to reach out and pull her back, but he does not. It was too late. The damage was done. It was over.

Glancing down to Ashlyn's picture, he picks it up with anger. Looking at it for just a moment, he crumples it in his fist and hurls it across the floor with such force that it makes distance despite its light weight.

Grabbing his keys, he heads for the exit. He wasn't going to sit around here all day and get lambasted for his personal life.


Wyatt's eyes catch movement and he looks out to see Carson starting to leave. "Oh, no you don't," he hisses. "Not this time."

Shouldering past Nate, he yells across the floor. "Carson, you swine, make one more move and I'll shoot you where you stand!"

Carson stops dead in his tracks and spins around, noting Wyatt's hand on his sidearm. "Stay out of my life," he growls.

"It's not your life anymore," Wyatt shoots back, stalking towards him. "This is TJY business now." He grabs Carson roughly by the arm and starts to drag him to the interrogation room. "You're coming with me," he orders. "And you better have some straght answers for what you told that woman about TJY."

Carson resists, planting his feet. "Whoa, whoa, I didn't tell her anything!"

"Like you want me to believe she didn't ask you!"

"Of course she did!" Carson glares at Wyatt. "I told her nothing!"

"Then why were you there?" Wyatt shouts.

Carson's voice matches his. "Because I wanted to be!"

Wyatt yanks him toward the hall. "You miserable, lying..." he bites his tongue.

"I don't have to do this," Carson resists, stopping again. "Just let me go."

"No."

"Let me go, or you'll pay," Carson threatens.

Wyatt whirls around to face him with anger. "Take your best shot."

Pushed to the limit, Carson does just that, his knuckles meeting Wyatt's chin. Wyatt is knocked into the wall, but bounces back, tackling Carson to bring him to the floor. Before anything can stop them, an all-out brawl has ensued.