**Little bit of a prologue in the beginning, starts on Chapter 1 ends on Chapter 14**
Klaire Emma Wilson walked downstairs into the kitchen. She went over to the fridge and noticed a sticky note.
"Had to go to work, be back soon. Going out tonight, wear that short blue dress I like. Miss you" she read with a smile. Later that day, Klaire slipped on the dark blue and black mini dress and black heels, leaving her hair done.
"Do I look okay?" Klaire asked.
"Yeah" Scott answered, not even bothering to look at her.
"You haven't even looked at me!" Klaire complained.
"You look fine" Scott said, still not looking at her.
"How do you know that?" Klaire asked.
"Are you wearing what I told you to?" Scott asked.
"Of course" Klaire answered.
"Then you're good" Scott said.
"Just good?" Klaire asked.
"Not in the mood, just get into the car!" Scott ordered and stomped out, slamming the door.
"Oh, Scott" Klaire muttered with a sigh. Scott, the love of her life. To Klaire, Scott was extremely handsome. His copper hair was in a comb over and he was wearing a jet black business suit. She walked out of the house and got into the passenger seat of the black mustang. Scott cleared his throat.
"What?" Klaire asked.
"What have I told you?" Scott asked.
"About?" Klaire asked.
"Get into the trunk" Scott complained.
"But I'm wearing heels! Besides, I don't want to get into the trunk!" Klaire pointed out.
"Then walk!" Scott ordered.
"I don't want to-" Klaire started to whine.
"Klaire, I don't have time for this!" Scott yelled and pushed Klaire out of the car.
"It's an hour walk!" Klaire yelled as he closed the door and sped off. Scott walked into the Rocky Cabin Hotel. Everyone greeted him with cheers and hugs.
"Where's she?" Landon asked. Landon Lamall, Scott's business partner and a large, tall, thick man with spiky copper hair.
"She's walking" Scott answered.
"It's freezing, she could trip on the snow" Landon pointed out.
"She wouldn't get in the trunk, would she?" Truman guessed. Truman Lamall, his other business partner was a frail, skinny man and his jet black hair was in a comb over, had a neat, thick beard and was usually drunk.
"Nope but what does it matter to you, do you actually like her now?" Scott asked.
"No, of course not!' Landon answered.
"She's hot" Truman muttered with a smile.
"But what are you going to say if she walks in blue with a scrapped knee or something like that?" Landon asked.
"She better not!" Scott insisted.
"Such beauty, no brains" Truman muttered.
"Such a shame" Landon agreed.
"Alright, let's go inside, she'll be here soon" Scott suggested.
"Alright" the two agreed. Klaire walked into the Log Cabin Hotel, shivering and a bit blue. She walked over to the giant, stone fireplace; enough room for a person or two in there. She smiled at the fireplace, this reminded her of the one they had at home. Scott walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. Her smile disappeared.
"You're blue!" Scott tensely complained.
"I hate you!" Klaire sniffled, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh, baby, no, you don't" Scott sweetly disagreed. He kissed her cheek and wiped her tears. Truman and Landon walked over.
"Keith Mentall and his wife, Gina want to have a chat with you" Truman informed Scott.
"Oh, okay" Scott agreed, letting go of Klaire. Klaire started to use her sympathy tears. For some reason, Scott couldn't leave her side and did whatever she wanted him to do when she used tears. He turned back to Klaire with a sad expression.
"Dude, don't!" Landon complained.
"Bring them over" Scott said.