Brooke leaves L.A. after Ridge goes back to Taylor, but someone from Taylor’s past threatens to destroy her happiness with Ridge—that Thomas, Steffy and Phoebe (yes, Phoebe is alive!) are really Thorne’s after she slept with Thorne during Ridge’s back-and-forth between her and Brooke. At a Forrester Christmas party, secrets come out and lives are destroyed. Will Ridge forgive Taylor or will he discover his true feelings for Brooke before it’s too late?
Brooke Logan – Katherine Kelly Lang
Dr. Taylor Hayes Forrester – Hunter Tylo
Ridge Forrester – Ronn Moss
Thomas Forrester – Pierson Fode
Steffy Forrester – Jacqueline MacInnes Wood
Phoebe Forrester – MacKenzie Mauzy
Rick Forrester – Jacob Young
Caroline Spencer – Linsey Godfrey
Eric Forrester – John McCook
Stephanie Douglas Forrester – Susan Flannery
Garcia/Det. Dave Reed – Stephen Shortridge
Brooke sat on the plane, taking her away to Spain and away from the Forresters. She closed her eyes and could see Ridge pinning her down against the mattress. No, she won’t go through this again. Pining after a man that’s married. She won’t jeopardize her life and those around her again. She thought of the pain she caused.
First, there was Bridget and Rick. When Rick had been with Amber, she had purposely tried to sabotage it, claiming that Amber was a dirty whore that’s using Rick to get Forrester’s money.
When Ridge found out that the kids were Eric’s. How devastated they were especially Eric knowing that he sired them. Not Ridge.
Then, she slept with Bridget’s husband getting pregnant with Hope. She also slept with Hope’s lover and her own beloved sister’s. She had a tumulus past. Brooke sighed.
It was time to make a life of her own. And Stephanie was proud of her. She had seen the remarkable change, the willingness to let go of Ridge.
There’s a Forrester Creations in Barcelona where she was heading.
*** Back in his office***
“Mother, you can’t be serious!” Ridge asked his mother.
Stephanie smiled. “You know, once, I thought Brooke’s obsession with you, but it’s the other way around.”
He rubbed his tired forehead and glossed over at the stack of unfinished files. “What about the kids, the business? Is she just going to take off without them!?!”
“ Don’t worry about the business. There’s a Forrester’s in Spain. And as for the kids, me and Eric will handle them.” Stephanie reassured Ridge. “You worry too much…go and spend time with YOUR family!”
As Ridge went home to Taylor, Thomas, Steffy and Phoebe…
Taylor listened on the other side. She had tears running down her cheek, burning with vile bitterness.
‘Oh God Brooke, why can’t you stay away…!?!”
Brooke made up her mind that once she arrived in Barcelona, she would get in better shape. She used to exercise when she was younger, but she had been slacking off—not that it she really needed the exercise—Brooke was still as gorgeous as ever when she was younger and with Ridge and before Eric and in college majoring in fashion.
Brooke would do her best to get her younger body back.
But Ridge was still the same—riding his bike and jogging early in the mornings—damn him and his gorgeous body!
“Ms. Logan, would you like some refreshment?” the flight attendant asked her.
Brooke smiled and shook her head. “No thanks!”
She just wanted the plane to land.
A few hours later, the pilot announced its arrival in Barcelona, Spain. Brooke was more than a little relieved, but feeling a little jet-lagged. As she got off the plane and retrieved her luggage, she headed for the hotel that Stephanie had made a reservation for her, Brooke climbed into bed and slept all night long, not even waking for dinner.
The next morning, Brooke woke feeling refreshed and ready to start her new job at Forrester-Barcelona. She met with the CEO, who turned out to be Ivy, Eric’s niece from Australia.
“Ivy, I thought you were in Sydney?” Brooke greeted her.
“I was, but Uncle Eric gave me this promotion here in Barcelona and I hopped a flight to take the job.” Ivy explained.
“Well, it’ll be nice to work with you.” Brooke told her.
“Yes, I think it will.” Ivy said, glad she was not in L.A. with Steffy’s drama.
“So how have you been doing?”
“I’m doing great.”
“We should hang out after work.” Brooke offered. “You need to show me some great spots here in Barcelona.”
“Yes, I can do that.” Ivy agreed. “When do you want to do that?”
“How about tonight?” Brooke suggested. “I need a night out on the town.”
“Okay, it’s a date!”
Brooke settled down at her desk and went through the designs Ivy had given her to review. She was glad she came her to Barcelona. Brooke felt like she was going to like it here.
Brooke showed up early at the café where Ivy told her to meet her for their dinner date. Worried that she was the one late, she was surprised to find Ivy hadn’t made it yet, despite Ivy always making a priority to be early.
Brooke felt her cell vibrate in her pocket and took it out to find that Ivy had left a text: “Sorry! Sumthing came up! Won’t B able 2 make R dinner date! Njoy dinner on me! Just talk to Felix! Everything taken care of!”
Just as Ivy had said, Felix came out when he saw Brooke just as Ivy had described her.
“Aw, Ms. Brooke Logan!” Felix greeted her.
“Felix?” Brooke asked with confusion. “How did you know me?”
“Ms. Forrester described you to a T.” Felix explained. “She did not do you justice though. You’re even more beautiful than she described.”
“Aw thank you Felix.” Brooke said gratefully.
“Just let me know when you’ve decided on you’re order and it will be ready for you.” Felix encouraged her.
“Thanks, but for now, could you just bring me a martini dry?” Brooke asked him.
“Will do.” Felix said as he went to get Brooke her drink as she sat down at table for two and took out some more designs to review.
After Felix brought her her martini, Brooke was so wrapped up in the designs she didn’t notice the handsome stranger who spoke to her.
“This seat taken, ma’am?” the handsome gentleman asked Brooke.
“Uh, no sir.” Brooke said after glancing up from the designs at the gorgeous body of the stranger.
“Thank you.” the handsome stranger said when he took the seat across from Brooke. “The name’s Garcia.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Garcia.”
“It’s just Garcia.” Garcia corrected.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Brooke apologized.
“That’s alright.” Garcia told her. “So, you’re new here in Barcelona?”
“Yes.” Brooke began. “I moved here from L.A.”
“Oh? What brought you to Barcelona?”
“Really? What do you do?”
“I’m a fashion designer for Forrester Creations in L.A. I accepted the job here when I offered the position here at Forrester-Barcelona.”
As Brooke and Garcia got to know each other, she did not know that Ivy had set her up with the Forrester model, Garcia Jimenez.
Brooke had been dating Garcia for a week, even calling off work at Forrester-Barcelona to spend her days at the beach to be with him. Finally, Brooke told Garcia that she had neglected her duties at Forrester long enough. Although Garcia gave a pained look, he seemed to understand, although Brooke didn’t know why? Not until she arrived at Forrester, after feeling well rested after her week-long vacation, only to be surprised to find Garcia also at Forrester.
“Garcia, I know you must miss me, but you didn’t have to come see me here where I work?” Brooke said thanking him.
“Sorry to burst your bubble, Brooke, but I’m not here to see you.”
“Huh? I don’t understand?”
“I also work here.”
“Yes, as a model.” Garcia explained.
“You’re a model? I’ve been hanging out with a Forrester model?” Brooke asked confused just as Ivy entered the foyer.
“Yes, Brooke.” Ivy said upon entrance. “I thought you need a break from Forrester, so I asked Garcia to accompany you to dinner.”
“You arranged this?”
“Nothing came up.” Ivy confessed. “I arranged to have Garcia have dinner in my place.”
“I see.” Brooke asked. “Well, thank you.”
“Yes. Thank you Ivy.” Garcia nodded. “Ms. Logan and I had a very interesting week.”
“Well, it’s been nice spending time with you Garcia, but I really must get back to work.” Brooke apologized. “I’m sure I’m way behind as it is.”
“Dinner. After?” Garcia asked before Brooke could rush off.
“Yes. Dinner. After.” Brooke agreed before jetting off to her office to get some work done.
Meanwhile, back in L.A., word about Brooke’s week-long dalliance with the Forrester model Garcia had reached L.A. and Ridge (remember, this Ridge is being played by the original Ronn Moss) was not happy about it. He knew he should be happy with Taylor and the kids, but Brooke’s romance in Barcelona was bothering him. He didn’t love Taylor. . .not the way he loved Brooke. As much as his children (Thomas, Steffy, and Phoebe) met the world to him, his heart still belong with Brooke.
After dialing the airport and arranging for the Forrester jet to take him to Barcelona, Ridge left the office with no explanation to Taylor or his children.
Brooke answered the door when she heard the doorbell ring, “Gar— er, Ridge? I didn’t expect to see you?”
“I don’t like it, Logan!” Ridge said bitterly, as he made his way into her hotel suite.
“I’m sorry, Ridge!” Brooke said, appalled by his behavior. “What is it exactly you don’t like?!”
“You dating. . .this. . .Garcia!” Ridge raged.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t see where you have any say in who I date, let alone see?!” Brooke reminded him.
“Logan, please.” Ridge pleaded. “I need you. It’s you I want. Not Taylor.”
“Ridge, go back to L.A.!” Brooke demanded, irately.
“Come back with me.” Ridge protested. “We can start fresh again.”
“Sorry, Ridge, I like it here in Barcelona.” Brooke said.
“I absolutely forbid you to date this Garcia. Really Brooke, a Forrester model?” Ridge demanded. “Remember our policy about dating the models?”
“Since when does company policy bother you?” Brooke complained, as she reminded her about all the romances within Forrester.
“Please stop seeing Garcia!” Ridge demanded.
“Sorry, Ridge, but I—“ Brooke started to say, but was interrupted when Garcia showed up at her front door for their date.
“Am I interrupting something?” Garcia asked, bothered by another man’s presence in Brooke’s suite.
“Garcia, I’m so glad to see you!” Brooke greeted him with a kiss on the lips in front of Ridge, who was seething with envy.
“Who is this guy?” Garcia asked.
“Garcia, this is Ridge Forrester, our CEO, Eric’s, oldest son, from the L.A. office.” Brooke said, introducing Garcia to Ridge. “Ridge was just leaving. Weren’t you, Ridge?”
“This isn’t over, Logan!” Ridge said, as he left Brooke’s suite.
“Now, where were we?” Brooke said, after Ridge left. “Right, we had a date, didn’t we, Garcia.”
“Did you two have something?” Garcia asked.
“Yes, but it’s clearly over!” Brooke reassured him.
“Then, shall we?” Garcia said, as he and Brooke went out for a night on the town.
Ridge was adamant that he would get Brooke back. This Garcia guy would soon be history. Ridge was sure of that. Brooke would never be able to forget everything they had together. They were destined to be together.
“Jackson Law Office.” Sally the paralegal answered the office phone.
“This is Ridge Forrester.” Ridge told the paralegal. “I need to have Mr. Jackson start proceedings for a dissolution of marriage from Taylor Hayes.”
“Okay, Mr. Forrester, I will have the attorney get started on that.” Sally told Ridge.
“Thank you.” Ridge said then hung up so he could get back to his plan to get Garcia out of Brooke’s life.
And he knew just the way to do it.
Meanwhile, Brooke and Garcia were enjoying dinner at an exclusive restaurant in Barcelona that Garcia had taken Brooke to. When he heard his cell ringing.
“Darn!” Garcia said irritated. “I’m sorry, Brooke, but I must take of this.”
Brooke took a sip of her champagne while she waited for Garcia to come back. When he did he had bad news for her.
“Brooke, I’m sorry, but I must end our date.” Garcia said sadly.
“Why? I thought we were having a great time?” Brooke said with surprise.
“I need to get a flight to the States.” Garcia told her.
“Tonight?” Brooke inquired.
“It is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for.” Garcia told her. “I got a modeling gig in L.A.”
“You’re leaving Barcelona? Forrester-Barcelona?” Brooke asked, sadly as she was just starting to like him. “I thought you loved being a model for us?”
“I’m sorry.” was all Garcia could say, before he walked out on Brooke and boarded his flight.
Ridge smiled when he saw his plan worked. Spying Brooke, Ridge waited for the right time before he made his move.
“Brooke?” Ridge said, to a depressed Brooke, who had drank a little too much champagne.
“He left?” Brooke said sadly. “Why did he do that?”
“I don’t know.” Ridge said.
“I was starting to like Garcia.” Brooke said in wonder. “I thought we had something and he bails for L.A. for some modeling gig?”
“Forget him.” Ridge told her as he sat down at the table and held her hand.
Ridge helped a slightly inebrieated Brooke to the car and helped her get inside. He drove her to her suite where he helped her into bed. As Ridge was about to leave, he heard Brooke call out.
Back in L.A., Taylor went to answer the door to find a courier hand her an envelope and repeat to her: “You’ve been served!” and left.
As Taylor opened up the envelope, she was in shock to find that Ridge was suing her for divorce.
“Damn you, Brooke!” Taylor said loudly.
Sheila Carter arrived in Barcelona with news for Ridge that she knew he would want to hear. But it would come at a price—and Sheila knew that Ridge would do anything to get his precious Logan back!
After getting off the plane and grabbing her baggage at the baggage claim, Sheila hailed a cab and headed for Ridge’s hotel suite. She couldn’t wait to tell him her news!
Meanwhile, Brooke was having the time of her life with Garcia on the beaches of Barcelona frolicking in the sand and surf.
Garcia planned a romantic picnic on the beach with all of Brooke’s favorites: shrimp, crabcakes, wine and the tastiest cheesecake ever.
Brooke loved every minute of it. Garcia certainly knew how to treat a lady!
Back at Ridge’s hotel suite, Sheila had arrived and knocked on Ridge’s door.
“Sheila?” Ridge said, surprised to see her.
“I have some news I know you won’t be able to resist.”
“Save it, Sheila! I doubt you can deliver anything good!”
“Why don’t you just hear me out first before you decide?”
“Fine! You have 5 minutes to spin your web of lies!” Ridge said, raising his arm to show her that her precious minutes were ticking away.
After Sheila shared proof that his girls, Steffy and Phoebe, were not his children, but his own brother’s, Thorne, Ridge was livid. He couldn’t believe that Taylor would lied about the paternity of their daughters, let alone sleep with his brother.
Ridge intended to make Taylor pay and she would! At the Forrester Christmas party next week. It would be perfect because Eric announced that he was flying Forrester employees to Barcelona, Spain for the company Christmas party! Taylor wouldn’t know what hit her, besides the divorce Ridge had her served her with.
Thanks to Sheila Carter, Ridge had even more grounds to sue Taylor for divorce!
As Ridge waited for Brooke to come back from frolicking in the surf with whoever that guy was, he dialed his attorney back in L.A. to have divorce papers drawn up for Taylor. He couldn’t believe Taylor would cheat on him with his own brother, Thorne.
At a phone booth on a corner in Barcelona…”Garcia?’
“Who is this?” Garcia asks, when he is alone after Brooke goes for some drinks and food.
“Have you told Brooke who you really are?” Sheila asks.
“No, I haven’t.” Garcia told her.
“Well, please hurry. I can’t hold off Ridge any longer.” Shelia said.
“I will. As soon as Brooke comes back.”
“Back? Back from where?” Sheila demanded.
“She left to get refreshments.”
“You let her go off alone?! You numbskull!” Sheila reprimanded him. “What if Ridge finds her!”
“He won’t!” Garcia said, sounding sure of himself.
“You better hope he doesn’t find Brooke!” Sheila warned him before hanging up.
Garcia closed the phone and waited for Brooke to come back. But she never showed up. Garcia knew he needed to tell her who he really was…that he was Det. Dave Reed…the guy she was engaged to and turned down because of Ridge Forrester, who at the time was set to marry Caroline Spencer.
Meanwhile, Brooke had the drinks and snacks and was set to head back to Garcia, when Ridge pulled up and offered her a ride.
“Going somewhere, lovely lady?” Ridge said from his car.
Brooke nearly dropped her drinks and snacks when she noticed who was calling out to her, “Ridge!”
“Brooke, get in.”
“What are doing here in Barcelona?”
“I came to find you.”
“Well, as you can see, I was doing just fine without you.” Brooke said, wanting to get back to Garcia.
“Brooke, I want you.” Ridge came out and said it. “I’m divorcing Taylor.”
“Divorcing her? Why?”
“I found out some ugly information about her and my brother, Thorne.”
“And just what is this info, Ridge?”
“Thomas, Steffy and Phoebe aren’t mine…they’re Thorne’s!” Ridge told her.
Brooke’s jaw dropped at Ridge’s news! Taylor cheated on Ridge? No way! Not perfect Dr. Taylor Hayes!
“You’re telling me Taylor cheating on you with your own brother, not once, but twice, making him the father of Thomas, Steffy and Phoebe?”
“That’s right!” Ridge said. “I called my attorney and had divorce papers drawn up.”
“So, I’m supposed to run back into your arms?” Brooke said in disbelief.
“You love me. I know you do.”
“You’re unbelievable.” Brooke said as she opened the car door and ran off to find Garcia.
Ridge didn’t have time to go after Brooke as Sheila jumped in instead.
“If you’re waiting for Brooke to come back, that won’t happen any time soon?” Sheila taunted him.
“And how do you know?”
But Sheila just laughed as Ridge wondered what she meant.
Brooke was about to get the shock of her life when she met up with Garcia where he was worried and waiting for her to come back.
“What took you so long?” Garcia asked her.
“I ran into an old friend from L.A.” Brooke lied, not wanting to bring him into her troubles back home.
“Look, Brooke, I have to confess something to you.” Garcia began.
“You’re a serial killer?” Brooke joked.
“No, but you do know me from your past.”
Brooke at him again and there was something strangely familiar about him, but she couldn’t place what he meant.
“I’m really Det. Dave Reed.” Garcia revealed to a surprised Brooke.
It all came back to Brooke when Garcia revealed who he really was.
“Dave, the guy who proposed marriage years ago?” Brooke said, surprised. “I never thought I would ever see you again?”
“Yeah, that was the plan.”
“I’m sorry…the plan?”
“I didn’t want to get involved with you again…until the lady with long brown hair persuaded me to play a game on you.”
“Lady with long brown hair?” Brooke said.
“Yeah, I think she said her name was Sheila.”
“Sheila Carter?” Brooke said in disbelief. “You hooked up with Sheila Carter?”
Before Garcia/Dave could say another word, Brooke had run off back to her hotel room. She was packing and heading back to L.A. She couldn’t believe it? First, Ridge? Now Garcia, er—Dave?
Her life was unraveling before her eyes….
Meanwhile, Garcia/Dave called Sheila, “Well, I did it?!”
“And? What did Brooke say?”
“Say?! She walked out on me!” Garcia/Dave said. “I think she’s headed back home!”
“You better hope she didn’t!” Sheila warned him. Then hung up.
That’s all Sheila needed was for Brooke and Ridge to find each other at the airport and head back to L.A. ……….