Alexis slammed the door as she entered her house, startling Nicholas who was texting on his phone in the living room.

"Dang, who pissed you off?" he asked.

"Ugh. I hate...I mean I really hate him!"

Nicholas frowned. "He sounds like a jerk. You want me to kick his ass?"

"Yes!" Alexis growled.

Nicholas shrugged. "Okay. Tell me who he is first."

"Officer Dean Winters."

"A cop? You're upset with a cop? What did he do? Give you a ticket for putting on make-up while driving again?"

"Ha, ha," Alexis said sarcastically. "That was one time when I was sixteen and no, he didn't give me a ticket."

"Then what did he do?"

"He basically accused me of being an attention whore who sends herself stalker letters to get attention from the police." Alexis sat on the sofa next to her brother and crossed her arms.

"Wait. What?" Nicholas turned to his sister. "Is someone sending you threatening letters?"

Alexis sighed. "Yes."

"And the cops aren't doing anything about it?"

"Nope."

Nicholas stood up and grabbed his sister's hand. "C'mon, we're going to the police station right now."

Alexis grinned at his desire to protect her. "Nicholas, it's okay. I'm fine. It just shocked me that an officer could be so callous to me. I'm venting because I'm so frustrated."

"Maybe you got his girlfriend to dump him," Nicholas suggested, sitting back down next to her.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, c'mon, Alexis. Women eat up whatever crap you spew on your show. If you told women cops were horrible boyfriend material, I'm sure a few of your listeners would dump their police officer boyfriends."

"One, I would never do that. Two, I don't spew crap! Three, my listeners have minds of their own. They wouldn't dump someone just because I said so." Alexis was counting her reasons on her fingers.

"Whatever. Regardless, that officer shouldn't be accusing you of doing something like that."

"No, he shouldn't. I took down his badge number to file a complaint on the chauvinistic pig."

Nicholas laughed.

"What's so funny?" Alexis asked, her eyes narrowed on her brother.

"You just called a cop a pig."

"Grow up, Nicholas." Alexis hit him with her purse as she passed him.

"Hey, sis," Nicholas called out as she mounted the stairs. "Are you sure you don't want me to go with you to the police station? I really don't like the fact that someone's sending you threatening letters."

Alexis gave him a tremulous smile. "I'm okay, Nicholas. It's probably just some weirdo playing a prank."

His phone dinged,, alerting them of a few incoming texts. Ignoring them, Nicholas crossed his arms and frowned. "If you need me. I'm here. You know that, right?"

"Thanks, but you should get back to your texts. Your phone keeps dinging."

Nicholas smiled. "I get back in town and all the ladies are blowing my phone up."

She gave a half-hearted laugh and went to her room. She flipped on her laptop and checked her e-mails from her advice column.

"Dear Alexis,

My girlfriend recently cheated on me with a woman. She says it shouldn't bother me because it wasn't with a man and that she can't help the way she feels. She insists that she still loves me but I don't know if this is something I want in a relationship. –Confused Man"

Alex poised her hands above her keyboard and began typing,

"Dear Confused,

Being bisexual doesn't give you carte blanche to cheat with someone of the same gender. She's in a relationship with you and cheating is a betrayal of your trust. If you're not keen on an open relationship, I suggest you speak with your girlfriend and figure things out. This relationship will never succeed if you two aren't in agreement about what is and isn't acceptable. Best of luck. –Alexis"

Alexis was about to look at the next e-mail when her phone dinged. It was a text from her producer, Mack.

"Don't forget you have to do a Q&A at the college tomorrow."

"Crap, I forgot," she whispered to herself. Several weeks ago, she had agreed to hold a question and answer session for the students at Wembly Community College about relationships. Students would be allowed to ask questions and she would answer them from a professional standpoint. After everything that happened, she really didn't feel like going.

Refusing to worry about the upcoming meeting, she got ready for bed, leaving her laptop on. She was too tired to think of anything else.

The next morning, Ivy stood at Deandra's grave.

"Hi, Deandra," she said softly. "I hope you're doing okay. I'm sure you're in Heaven. I know you're probably surprised to see me. I'm the least emotional one out of our group. I just wanted to tell you that I miss you and I hope they catch whoever did this. I'm gonna keep bugging them until they do. That's all for now. I'll see you in a few days, okay?"

Ivy bent down and placed some lilies over her grave. She began to walk away when she noticed a man coming towards her with a gorgeous bouquet of white roses.

"Those are beautiful," she said to him without thinking.

He stopped and looked down at the flowers. "They're for a friend of mine. We used to work together and I couldn't make it to her funeral."

"Really? That's too bad. I was here visiting my friend."

The man nodded and continued walking, Ivy watched him as he stopped at Deandra's grave and placed the flowers down next to her lilies.

Ivy didn't recognize the man. "Excuse me." Ivy raised her hand as she called out and he looked at her a bit surprised.

"I don't mean to disturb you but I couldn't help but notice that you put flowers down next to Deandra's grave. You worked with her?"

The man nodded.

"She was my friend."

"Really? We worked together years ago."

"Where?"

The man smiled. "I'd rather not admit it. It's too embarrassing."

Ivy laughed.

He smiled at her and asked, "Would you like to get some coffee?"

Ivy was taken aback. She was in a cemetery and this handsome man who had just put roses down on her friend's grave was asking her out to coffee. Ivy wasn't sure if it was a bit too strange or if Deandra was sending her someone special to offer some consolation.

Ivy nodded her head. "Sure. I'd love to. I'm Ivy by the way."

He smiled back. "Nice to meet you Ivy. I'm Jake."

Alexis didn't know what to wear for her session with the college kids. She was in her bedroom trying to choose between a red dress and a blue dress.

"I hate being a woman sometimes. We have the worst decisions," she joked to herself. She looked at the time on her laptop. She only had an hour to get to the college for her interview panel."

"Blue or Red? Make a decision Alexis!" she told herself.

Suddenly her phone dinged. She looked at the message. It was from a number she didn't recognize.

"What time are you leaving?"

Alexis was thrown off. She didn't recognize the number so it couldn't have been someone in her contacts list. She texted back, "I'm sorry. Who is this?"

"It's me, dummy."

"Dummy?" Now she was annoyed. "I think you have the wrong number," she texted back.

"Oh. Sorry about that."

"No problem," she texted the anonymous offender.

She tried on the blue dress and the red dress, still unsure of what to wear. She looked at her laptop one more time. She only had thirty minutes but still couldn't decide. "I don't know which dress to wear!" She was exasperated and laid both dresses on the bed as she stood there in her slip and bra.

Her phone dinged again. She saw that it was the same wrong number from before. She read the message and gasped.

"I think you should wear the red dress."