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At the beach house, Dylan pours Will coffee. He wants to take her back to the bedroom, but he has to get to work. She purrs that she has to confess something that she did last night.
Dylan tells Will that she set the clocks ahead by an hour. Will decides he’ll fill his extra time with sex and takes her to the sofa.
At Dylan’s place, Darcy calls and texts her daughter as she munches on toast.
Back at the beach house, Will and Dylan toy with the idea of calling into work. The conversation turns to her mother. He thinks she’s a pretty cool lady given she’s related to her. “You’re my girl, Dylan. You’re pretty amazing.” Dylan has to get going, but assures him she won’t make a habit of staying over. He says he hopes she does, and they go for another round of lovemaking.
At Dylan’s place, Darcy texts again, asking her daughter if she’s at Will’s, and smiling.
Back at the beach house, Dylan sees that her mom has texted again. Will wants to bring her to Logan and show her the Spencer kingdom. Dylan warns he should talk to Katie first; she might think she’s spying. Will gushes about her good qualities… it’s only a matter of time before his mother sees it too.
A New Idea Indeed
At Logan, Katie asks someone on the phone if they’ve seen Will. Her reaction confirms they haven’t. Hope and Deke come in, and she asks them the same question. They haven’t seen him either. Katie mutters about wanting him in their meeting. They sit, and Katie crows about the incredible numbers. Deke admits that he’s a little overwhelmed as Katie rants about coming up with compelling new ideas.
Katie keeps gushing as Hope wishes Brooke could see the good in this. Katie sneers that, apparently, it’s all been at the expense of Forrester. Hope and Katie agree that they left because they felt under-appreciated. Hope can think of someone else who may not be feeling valued there… Zende, whose hard work was all for nothing. She’s reached out but he hasn’t responded.
Outrage
At Forrester Creations, RJ tells Zende that this line is top secret. Logan won’t see it coming… they’re taking a direct shot at them. Zende fumes over Hope bailing and going to work over there. He rants at length and RJ tries getting him to focus on creating something new. Zende doesn’t want to be frustrated anymore. When RJ tells him his designs need to be sharpened and focused, Zende nearly snaps.
The Final Scenes
At Logan, Hope, Deke and Katie go over sales projections. Deke thinks he’ll need another designer’s help. Katie muses, “Like Zende?” They wonder what Forrester has him doing. Katie urges Hope to reach out to him again. “Who knows what might happen?”
At Forrester, Zende fumes, “You think my designs lack focus?!” RJ is trying to be supportive. They’re on the same team. Zende thinks it sounds like his team. RJ argues the collection was his idea. Zende needs to work with him. “Come on. Get your focus back.” Zende slams the door after Golden Boy exits.
00:34 04:22At Dylan’s place, Darcy’s relieved to see her daughter, but delighted to hear she spent the night at Will’s. Dylan gushes that she’s crazy about him, but she has to get ready right now because Will invited her to Logan and she wants to make a good impression. She wishes Katie could find a way to accept her.
At Logan, Will apologizes to Katie for being late. He was with Dylan, and asks his mother to be chill. Katie doesn’t trust her. Will says she should because she’s awesome and she’s coming over later. “I want to show my girlfriend where I work.” Katie explodes at the news that Dylan’s his girlfriend now.
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Katie informs her son that she will do everything necessary to ensure his safety. Why does he need to be with someone who needs saving? “Melissa Dylan is not Spencer material.” Will shakes his head in disbelief at his mother’s dramatics.
