What can I do

Scott turns in his chair to see Katie. Noting the look on her face, her downcast eyes, the tone of her voice...he wasn't sure what to feel. He hated seeing her this way... He wished he could make the hurt go away, but nothing but God and time could do that. Where did he fit into all this? He just didn't know yet.

Standing slowly, he offers her a warm embrace, ignoring the physical pain of the movement. "It's gonna be okay." He hugs her gently. "What can I do to make this easier for you, Katie?"


Carson's eyebrows shoot up as Misty hollers at him. On his feet in an instant, he sprints for the elevator, but just misses it. A grin pasted on his face, he aims for the stairs, taking them two at a time to beat the elevator up. As the doors open, he stands casually by, his hands hooked in his pockets. "You coming or what? I've been waiting for ages!"


Reese hangs up his phone and picks it back up again immediately, dialing Lockheart. "Hi...it's Reese. Just got off the phone with Sheriff Brown. He's appealed to the courts on behalf of us, and we have a court date set in three weeks, at which time we must present a strong enough case to plea for pardons.... In the meantime, he said to lay as low as possible. He advised not taking on any new cases, though he knows we're going to keep working anyway."


Wyatt sighs as he pays the repair shop for his jeep. A new part and his baby was up and running again, but that didn't make paying any less painful.

On the road again, he glances at the clock. It was about noon, and he was hungry. How'd he end up on this side of town anyway? He'd gotten in the habit of eating at Mom and Pop's once a week, and this was the third day in a row now.

Rolling his eyes, Wyatt parks near the entrance. He'd better cut this out before he either ran low on cash or ran high on weight from eating out so much.

Maneuvering out of the vehicle with his arm still in a sling, Wyatt makes his way inside, scanning the restaurant. Seeing his usual table empty, he heads over and sits down.


"You're fired!"

Con cringes inwardly at the finality in Leonard's tone. "Alright..." He grits his teeth and pulls off his name badge. "If that's the way you want it, you can take your job and..." He bites his tongue, and instead forces a short, dry laugh. "And find someone else who's more capable of pleasing you."

Shaking his head, Con turns from the office and walks across the lumberyard. He gives Phil a sloppy salute as he passes. "See you around, Phil."

Phil frowns, knowing what had happened. "Keep in touch."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll be around."

"Let me know if you need help finding something."

"Will do." Con aims for his car and pulls out of the parking lot. He'd told Jamie he couldn't go to lunch today, but that had now changed. He was going out with her, and today, nothing was going to get in the way.

Getting to TJY, he enters the building, heading straight for the main floor and Jamie's cubicle. "Hey, miss... are you going to willingly go out to lunch with a bear like me, or do I have to drag you along?"