Sometimes, I really hate my imagination. I'm supposed to be finishing unfinished fic, not starting new ones. To top it off, not only was Boomerang not meant to have a sequel, but it also wasn't supposed to end up being 22 chapters long. Lo and behold I've broken every one of those promises to myself. Le sigh! LOL.

Something was calling him here. He wasn't sure what, but he was filled with a sudden, overwhelming need to come to Fairfield County, Connecticut. It made no sense. This was a rich man's region for the most part. And given his upbringing, he was relatively well-off. But due to his poverty-stricken origins he had stayed grounded and somewhat humble.

His tall, muscular frame exited his Nissan 350z sports car and he pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head. This would be somewhat of an extended, impromptu vacation for him. Once he found out what the hell it was that he had felt compelled to come here to do, he would leave. He pulled his bags from the trunk and walked towards the entrance of the Stamford Marriott Hotel.

He was about to damage a marriage and raise hell for an entire family. But, there was no way he could have known that. He had gone his entire life deliberately not thinking about things very hard or for very long. Living on the edge was his thing. Screw the past, it didn't matter.