Cait woke with a grumpiness that wasn't going to be shaken just by the cup of coffee that she brewed. Staring morosely into her empty fridge, she contemplated going for a full Irish somewhere. Cait wondered if she should go talk to Fiona about her mood. Shaking her head, she slammed the refrigerator door. What she needed was a nice healthy crying jag. Or a good long sulk. The problem was, Cait rarely allowed herself a crying jag or a good sulk. She'd cried more this week than she had in three years. Cait hated feeling moody. Perhaps cleaning her apartment would shake her mood, she thought as she eyed her small space.

Dismissing that idea, Cait thought about the one thing this week that had truly made her happy.

Smiling, she drank her cup of coffee and checked her watch. If she hustled, she'd have enough time to stop by the Donovans' for a surprise chat. Maybe she'd even get some insight into lasting relationships, Cait thought.

Pulling on a black tank and jeans, Cait tossed her messenger bag over her shoulder and hit the street, detouring down the road to the flower shop. Cait pulled sunglasses over her eyes to block the bright sunshine. Squinting, she saw Ellen, Shane's employee, leaning against a building talking into a cell phone. Ellen brought her hand up to cover her mouthpiece and Cait cocked her head at her. That was weird.

With zero shame, Cait reached out and scanned Ellen's mind.

"That idiot is clueless. I've got the books rigged and he thinks everything is fine. Just be sure to transfer the rest of the money by tomorrow and we'll get out of here. Let's go to London," Ellen said into the phone.

A white flash of heat hit her and, instantly enraged, Cait stormed down the street to grab Ellen's arm.

"Ouch, what are you doing?" Ellen shrieked. "Oh, it's you. I'm not sleeping with your man so you can back off." Ellen sneered at her and jerked her arm from Cait's hand. Cait stared at her open-mouthed.

"No but you're stealing from him," Cait hissed.

Ellen's face paled and she hit the button on her phone and shoved it in her pocket.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," Ellen said, straightening her shoulders.

"Don't I?" Cait blocked Ellen from moving past her. She barely registered that people were beginning to stop in the street to watch.

"I will not stand here and let you throw accusations at me," Ellen said.

"Oh, you aren't cooking the books?" Cait demanded.

"What are you talking about?" Ellen said.

"You and your little boyfriend. You're skimming the books. Planning to transfer money tonight?" Cait nodded towards the phone.

"You'd better back off," Ellen said and pushed Cait. Cait stumbled back a moment, in shock that Ellen had laid hands on her. A flash of rage ripped through her.

Cait saw red. Without thinking, she slammed Ellen back against the building and got in her face.

"Going to London, are you?" Cait whispered.

Ellen's face went white and her eyes opened in horror.

"There is no way you would know that," Ellen whispered.

"So it's true then," Cait said.

"What are you, some kind of freak?" Ellen shouted at Cait and shoved her hard. Cait stumbled back again, no match for the taller woman. Ellen eyed her with her fist raised and then turned from her.

"Stay away from me, you freak. So help me God if you say one word to jeopardize my life, I'm coming after you," Ellen shouted at her before stomping down the sidewalk.

Cait watched her go, shame flowing over her at being called a freak. Her chest rose as she struggled for breath. What had just happened? She never fought. Not physically at least. If anything, being a pub owner, Cait was always the peacemaker. Looking up, she saw a line of people on the sidewalk across the street.

"Did you get a good show, then?" Cait shouted at them. The crowd quickly dispersed, but Cait knew that the damage was done. The news that Cait and Ellen had gotten into a fight on the street would be all over town by noon. With a sigh, Cait decided against the flowers and went back to get her car. It wasn't like she was running from town, but now was a good time to leave the small village. Cait prayed that the Donovans were home.