As Katie drove home, she didn't know how she was feeling. She was worried about James' health, and she was angry that he had been keeping his involvement with Wyatt from her. Throughout their marriage, she had never once kept any secrets from him and it was difficult for her to accept that he might not be the same man that she had married. Perhaps it was true what everyone had warned her about when he started his political career; power would corrupt even the most honest of men. Katie had the utmost faith in her husband that he would be the exception to the rule. Now she wasn't so sure.The family home of State Senator James O'Brien wasn't much different from those of his constituents who lived on the lake on the outskirts of Abbeyville. Katie wasn't sure if it was her nerves or the car driving over the designer brick and pebble driveway that was causing her hands to shake as she drove the pick-up into the three-car garage. Knowing what might await her when she entered the op

Checking her rear view mirror to be sure she wasn't being followed, Melanie nearly ran into a parked car as she sped back to the bakery and U.N.C.L.E. headquarters. After showing the salesclerk her badge, she was escorted once again to the rear of the bakery. Minutes later, she was in Don's office, surprised to see Katie sitting there."Don was right," both women said in unison."Of course I was, ladies. I'm always right."Melanie couldn't help notice that Don had flashed her a slight grin."Katie just returned also," Stuart said. "She said she has something to show us.".Katie opened her purse and placed a pile of papers on the consol."James gave me these finance reports that he got from his so-called best friend. He confessed everything. After Wyatt became James' campaign manager, apparently he started doing a bang-up job of fund raising. At the time, we thought the contributions were coming from the Gaynes' business contacts, and fund-ra

When Melanie returned to her hotel room, she took a very long bath and an even longer nap. The two-hour time difference was beginning to catch up with her and she knew she wasn't going to be getting much sleep the next 48 hours. In the back of her mind, she was hoping there would be time for her to share some of those hours with Don.Melanie had packed an exquisite black and white Dior gown which accentuated her well-toned curves and created just the right amount of cleavage to be classified as elegant, sensual, and a little bit dangerous. Although she hadn't planned on making a Hollywood style entrance at the banquet, she was now officially on the hunt and wanted to make sure she was well armed.She was fairly certain that Wyatt wouldn't have cared what she was wearing as long as she offered to have him remove it. She also knew that his ego would be a great deal more inflated if he were seen with a classy woman wearing an expensive designer dress and a bit of bling. I

Melanie wasn't worried that Wyatt wouldn't accept her invitation to return to her hotel room as much as she was concerned that she might not be able to fake her desire to spend the entire night with him. Good actors needed to believe the role and the character they were portraying in order to convince their audience. Bad actors never could pull it off. In order for Melanie to succeed in her deception, she knew a small part of her needed to believe it too.She decided to relax and get into the role for an audience of one. Wyatt was driving the car with his left hand on the wheel and his right dangerously close to her upper thigh. She gently removed it and placed it back on the wheel, then put her hand on the exact same position on his thigh."This is only a prelude to the symphony I have in store for us later, Wyatt. For now I think you should keep both hands on the wheel, and your eyes on the road. I wouldn't want to have to explain to the cops what we were going when

Chuck's desperate cries pierced through Melanie's retrospective, bringing her back to their present predicament."Once again, Chuck, we're not going to die. Would you please just shut up already?"Katie was continuing to feel for any cracks in the concrete."Dammit. If only that bastard hadn't taken our cell phones," he yelled."I doubt we'd be able to get any service from within these walls, anyway," Eric added. "We're so screwed. I never should have trusted Wyatt.""Eric, let's face it, Wyatt played us all from the start and we fell for it. We'll deal with him after we get out of here.""IF we get out of here," Charles cried."SHUT UP, CHUCK!" Melanie and Katie yelled in unison."Now I know why you followed us into Wyatt's offices. You two were playing spies, like when we were kids. You always did have quite an overly active imagination back then. No wonder you wanted to be an actress, Mel" Eric shot back."You tell he