Ophelia was wrapping a plate of sandwiches when Sawyer joined her, freshly shaved and showered. He looked very handsome, and for a moment, Ophelia thought it would have been easier if she had fallen for him. 

"Are you ready?" he asked with his usual smile.

"Sure, I was just about-" Ophelia was interrupted by the backdoor opening and Sullivan entering the kitchen.

There was an awkward silence as he looked from her to Sawyer.

"Am I interrupting?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, we are just about to leave to go get dinner. Where are all of your girlfriends?" Sawyer watched Sullivan and Sullivan watched Sawyer. It reminded Ophelia of two big cats circling each other, each one waiting for the other one to make a move.

"They decided to eat at the hotel tonight," Sullivan finally answered, being the first one to cave, and it surprised Ophelia.

"I guess your little show this afternoon worked then." Sawyer was getting angrier by the minute, and Ophelia felt it was somehow her fault.

"It's fine, Sawyer. Sullivan didn't do anything that I didn't agree to first," Ophelia's voice was soft as she looked from one man to the other. "Should we go?" she asked in an attempt to diffuse the situation.

"May I have a minute to talk to you before you go?" Sullivan asked, turning his attention to Ophelia.

"Why, so you can kiss her and then walk away again? Tell me, do you think of anyone but yourself!" Sawyer demanded.

"I think of everyone but myself!" Sullivan defended. "I think about this family and what a relationship between Ophelia and I would do to it if it failed! I think about Ophelia getting hurt when it's time for us both to move on. I think about the potential lawsuit from an actress who's vindictive because her interest is not reciprocated! I think about a mayor who could pull the plug on a multi-million-dollar production because his little girl gets her feelings hurt. I think about a brother who might just give an Oscar-winning performance if he would only get his act together and focus on the project. Tell me, what do you worry about Sawyer?"

Sullivan watched Sawyer as his cheeks reddened. Ophelia didn't know if it was in embarrassment because he was being called out or anger because he didn't like what he was hearing. 

But Sullivan wasn't done. Once again, his words were like knives.

"Fine, if you don't want to answer that question, then answer this question, Sawyer. How does a broken heart feel? Do you really want that for Ophelia or me because I don't? Believe it or not, I want to keep her safe and this family safe."

"You want to keep your precious movie safe!" Sawyer insisted.

Sullivan's eyes narrowed, but he didn't get a chance to respond because Ophelia wouldn't let him.

"Stop!" she cried. "This is all because of me, and I'm starting to see Sullivan's point. If a simple kiss causes this much turmoil, then he's right. There could never be a relationship between us. I would sooner leave for good than come between any of you, and that's what is happening right now!" She felt tears on her cheeks.

Both men looked at her, their anger fading away at the sight of her tears.

"Can the three of us please go out to dinner and figure this out without fighting?" Ophelia felt that if they walked away now, a rift would open between them, but if she could keep them talking through it, then it would all be alright.

Ophelia wiped her eyes and watched the two men consider her request. She now knew that Sawyer was hurting, and he was taking it out on his brother. It had very little to do with her.

She had had no clue that he was in love.

"Fine, but he's paying!" Sawyer insisted, stomping over to the backdoor and opening it.

They proceeded to the golf cart, drove to the parking lot, then half an hour to the restaurant without a word being spoken.

The restaurant that Sawyer had chosen was on the mainland and well known in the area. It was southern-style cooking, which was food that Ophelia hadn't eaten in years. There was a line at the door, but Sawyer had called ahead and secured them reservations. It sometimes made Ophelia feel bad when they cruised to the front of a line, but it was necessary. There was no way the two men could have waited in peace.

As they approached the door, all attention turned toward the two handsome men. Even if they hadn't been famous, they would have stood out in a crowd. Ophelia trailed behind as the phones came out, and everyone started taking photos.

Sawyer and Sullivan stopped and took a few selfies with people, shook a few hands, and signed a few autographs as if they hadn't been at each other's throats less than an hour before. They were led through the restaurant as if they were on show and seated at a semi-private booth towards the back. Sawyer and Ophelia sat on one side and Sullivan on the other.

Ophelia knew what would happen. It would be out in less than ten minutes that they were here, and there would be a crowd waiting outside the door. She would have to get the car and move it around back for them to leave.

As soon as they were seated, their drink order was taken, and menus provided, a tense silence enveloped them. Ophelia made her meal choice, then sat the menu down on the table and stared at Sawyer. He tried to ignore her by staring at his menu, but eventually, his nerves failed him.

"You're in love?" she asked softly.

He sighed and set his menu aside. "You picked up on that little comment, did you?" He shot Sullivan a look that told him payback would be hell.

"You met her on the cruise, didn't you?" Ophelia asked. Both men looked at her with wide eyes.

"How did you know that?" Sawyer asked.

"You've been different since you got back." Ophelia shrugged.

"Different how?" Sawyer asked with a frown.

"You're trying too hard to be the witty one as if you hadn't a care in the world, but underneath you've been on edge." She looked at him, absorbing the information. "Who is she? What does she do? Where does she live?"

"I don't know the answer to any of those questions. All I have is a first name. She didn't recognize me, and I wanted to keep it that way, so we didn't talk about ourselves. I placed her as a teacher, maybe?"

"You're in love with a woman, but you don't even know her name?" Sullivan said in disbelief.

"It's not about a name, Sullivan!" Ophelia insisted. She reached out and squeezed Sawyer's hand in support with her own.

"Then what is it about?" he asked.

Ophelia and Sawyer were staring at each other. "You would have to be in love to understand the answer to the question," Ophelia whispered.

Sawyer gave her a weak smile.

"And you've been in love?" Sullivan frowned.

"Deeply in love," Ophelia confirmed, returning Sawyer's smile.

"When and with who?" Sullivan looked from Sawyer to Ophelia.

"Maybe one day I'll tell you," Ophelia patted Sawyer's hand as the waitress approached their table.

They gave their orders as the waitress stumbled over her words and wrote with shaky hands.

Sullivan continued to stare at Ophelia, willing her to tell him the person's name. She couldn't very well tell Sullivan that it was him that she loved, so she gave him a sweet smile then changed the subject.

"Now, let's talk about earlier." She took a sip of her sweet tea, closing her eyes as she savored the taste. It had been a long time since she had such good, sweet tea. When she opened her eyes, Sullivan was still staring at her, so she stared back.

"Fine!' he said, leaning back in the booth and crossing his arms.

"Sawyer," Ophelia turned to him and noticed he was grinning at his brother.

"You're jealous!" Sawyer crowed as he looked at Sullivan.

Sullivan's lips thinned, but he remained silent.

"Sawyer, that's what you need to stop doing!" Ophelia insisted.

"What am I doing?" Sawyer looked from one to the other.

"Interfering!" she said as she turned her attention to Sullivan as she spoke to Sawyer. "There is nothing between Sullivan and me, and there never will be. We need you and the family to respect that and stay the hell out of it." The words made her sad, but they had to be said.

Ophelia took a deep breath. What she was about to say next was not a simple threat. She meant it.

"If what happened tonight happens again with anyone in the family. I will leave. I will not come between any of you ever!" She felt tears again. "I mean it!" She let it sink in and then cleared her throat. "Do you both understand?"

Sullivan nodded, and she turned her attention to Sawyer.

"Sure, I get it, you don't want to break up the band, Yoko." Sawyer's joke eased the tension while letting her know that he understood.

Sullivan shook his head at his brother's humor as he reached for his water.

It took a moment, but eventually, they started to talk about the movie, and all the evening's tensions quietly dissipated. They ate and talked as they always had, but it didn't take long for the tension to return, at least not for Ophelia.

They were about to pay when someone approached their table. It took a minute for Ophelia to recognize her brother, Aaron. He was alone.

"Ophelia," he greeted, looking from her to Sullivan and then Sawyer.

"Aaron," Ophelia said, surprised at his sudden appearance.

Then an awkward silence fell between them before she caved and introduced him to Sullivan and Sawyer. As soon as she did, Aaron cut her out of the conversation as he talked directly to Sawyer and Sullivan.

"My wife heard that you all were in town, filming a movie, and she really wants to meet all of you. Is that possible since I know Ophelia?

It was an impertinent and rude question, and Ophelia felt her anger start to rise as her fingers started to drum on the table. 

"I didn't know you were married," Ophelia said, changing the subject.

Aaron looked at her with a frown as if her presence was a nuisance.

"Sure, I would have sent you an invitation to the wedding, but I didn't have an address," he said vaguely.

"Funny, I send you and father a Christmas card every year with my address and contact information, and my email has never changed. How is Dad, by the way?"

Aaron looked as if her simple act of talking was annoying him.

Sawyer placed his hand on hers to calm her tapping fingers.

"He's fine," Aaron replied before turning his attention onto Sullivan, who was on the other side of the table. "Would it be possible for her to come and watch the filming?" Aaron asked.

"You'll have to arrange that with your sister. She handles that side of things." Sullivan was all smiles while letting him know Ophelia held all the control.

"Now would be a good time to go and get the car," Sawyer whispered into her ear.

Ophelia nodded and brushed past her brother as she left the booth without another word. Let's see if he really didn't know how to contact her.

A few minutes later, they were safely in the car and on the way back to Oak Island. Sullivan took over driving a few miles away from the restaurant. Both brothers sensed her anger and remained silent.

How could her brother still act as if she didn't exist? She should have never come to Oak Island. Ophelia felt as if her secure little world was crumbling around her as she stared at the window, watching the familiar scenery fly by.

Sullivan reached over and took her hand, and the simple action broke her heart a little bit more.