EPISODE 367
Written by: Bre L Drew
November 11 2025
Last Time on Town and Country
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After toasting to Jacques’s supposed triumph in securing the big Miami land deal, he and Aaliyah share a passionate kiss.
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Meanwhile, despite his emotional entanglement with Tanner, Tommy remains physically drawn to Jordan. As he and Daniel continue scheming to remove Jacques from the Covington Group, unbeknownst to him, however, Daniel’s motives run deeper—he intends to use the fallout from the failed investment to discredit Courtney and reclaim his old position as CEO.
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After years of friendship and Martha’s growing crush on her best friend’s uncle, she and Will finally begin seeing each other.
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Ray clashed with Greg over his son’s lack of playing time during football practice, leaving Micah in secondhand embarrassment.
HOME FARM
Another autumn morning settles over Radcliffe, the temperatures dipping to their lowest yet, and the ground outside covered in reddish-orange and brown leaves.
Meanwhile, inside the mansion on the Home Farm estate, in one of the several bedrooms, Jacques Laurent lies in bed,
his well-built chest exposed, wearing only charcoal gray pajama pants. He has been awake for the past twenty minutes, constantly replaying the passionate kiss he shared with Aaliyah in his office the night they toasted to the million-dollar Miami land purchase he led.
It was unexpected, unpredictable, and surprisingly memorable—something real between him and the younger woman who also happens to be his assistant.
Despite knowing it was wrong, something about her beauty and the youthful energy she brought to his office stirred him. It wasn’t just physical—it was about feeling wanted, something he hadn’t experienced in quite some time. The intimacy in his marriage has become nonexistent.
Beside him, Emma Covington Laurent stirs in her thin-strapped dark purple satin gown, her voice soft and groggy as she acknowledges Jacques’s presence in bed. “When did you get in?”
“Believe it or not, it was before midnight,” he informs her. “Can I ask you the same thing?” he adds, his trademark French accent broadening his words.
By now, Emma runs her hands through her hair and looks back at him. “I didn’t get home until after one from the club.”
She had been preoccupied with the influx of clubgoers and some paperwork she needed to catch up on, though she admits—at least to herself—that perhaps she wanted to avoid the ongoing issue affecting her marriage. Ever since she found out about her parentage, she has felt alone, as her husband wants her to simply get over it and move on as if nothing happened.
Perhaps wanting to remove the emotional distance between them, Jacques changes the topic. “I just remembered—next year, you’ll be turning the big 4-0.”
Emma gives him a look that clearly says, Are you serious?
“Like I need another reminder that my thirties are fleeting every time I'm not looking in the mirror,” she responds dryly.
“Well, I guess I might as well tell you this then,” Jacques says.
“Tell me what?” she asks curiously.
“I officially secured the deal in Miami,” he announces.
“Well, that’s great, Jacques. I know how hard you’ve been working on this,” she notes.
From the look on her face, Emma is genuinely happy for her husband as she leans in to offer him a quick kiss—light, polite, but lacking the depth or heat he quietly craves.
Not only can Emma sense the shift between them, but she also sees Jacques reacting to the lack of affection.
“I’m trying. I know it doesn’t seem like it to you, but I’m not there emotionally or physically. I’m just asking for a little bit more time. Can you respect that?” she says candidly.
Jacques nods, saying nothing more as she slips out of bed and reaches for her robe.
Left behind, Jacques exhales, the weight of everything settling back onto his shoulders. Between the growing separation in his marriage and his inappropriate moment with Aaliyah, he is left uncertain of where he stands—or what comes next.
HOME FARM: GUEST HOUSE
The bright yet chilly weather settles over the Home Farm Estate as Tommy and Jordan Covington stand side by side, waving goodbye to their young son, Jeremy, who walks hand in hand with his longtime nanny, Lillith, for the morning school drop-off.
As Jeremy and the red-haired woman wave back before heading to the car, Jordan shuts the door behind them, and Tommy turns toward her.
“I know we should be used to it by now,” Jordan says softly, “but every time he leaves, I still can’t believe Jeremy’s in kindergarten. I just hope the next time I blink; he’s not getting ready for middle school.”
“Tell me about it,” Tommy replies. “You know, whatever issues we have, Jeremy’s the one thing we’ve done right together.”
“You mean unlike the other night by the pool?” Jordan teases, her tone light but laced with meaning.
Tommy manages a half-smile. Thankfully, this morning she’s dressed in a black ruched top and dark leather pants—unlike that night when she’d been completely nude. He had done his best to remain a gentleman, though the attraction between them was undeniable. Still, his mind keeps drifting to Tanner, the woman who continues to pull him in ways his wife no longer can.
“Yeah… something like that,” he says, chuckling faintly.
“Time’s a funny thing,” Jordan reflects. “Can you believe we made it to another anniversary?”
Tommy freezes for a moment—he’s completely forgotten. Guilt flickers across his face as he mutters, “Right.” The word feels heavy, and Jordan senses it. Her heart clenches, but she presses on, refusing to let go of what little they still share.
“How about one of these nights we go out to dinner to mark the occasion?” she suggests. Her tone is hopeful, not desperate.
Tommy nods, torn between obligation and escape. “Yeah… sounds good. I’ll check what day works.” But even as he says it, his thoughts are already miles away.
Before he leaves, they share a familiar embrace—one that feels warm, practiced, but hollow. It’s the same kind of hug they’ve traded too many times lately: close in proximity, distant in spirit. Jordan tries to draw him back with soft touches and teasing remarks, but the spark she remembers never quite reignites.
As Tommy heads out the door, Jordan watches him go. Her faint smile fades, replaced by quiet uncertainty.
Standing alone in the doorway, she wonders—Does she still have a marriage at all?
JOJO'S CAFE
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-ote
Make me your radio
The sunlight filters through the windows of Jojo’s Café while “Stereo Hearts” by Gym Class Heroes featuring Adam Levine plays over the sound system—audible but not overpowering. The warm scent of brewed coffee and assorted baked goods lingers in the air.
At a corner table, Micah Kelley takes a bite of his turkey bacon and egg sandwich and washes it down with orange juice.
His gym bag rests by his feet, and he’s already dressed in athletic gear, ready for football practice. Just as he wipes his mouth with a napkin, his father, Ray Kelley, walks in holding a plastic cup of thick green juice.
“You could probably use this,” Ray says, sliding the drink across the table with a nod.
Micah eyes the green liquid suspiciously. “Thanks,” he mutters, unconvinced by its swampy appearance.
Ray, dressed in a gray hoodie layered over a white tank top and loose sweatpants, takes a seat across from his son. A gold cross chain glints around his neck.
Ray leans forward. “Listen, I know Greg’s your girl’s pops and all—and yeah, he’s the coach—but he can’t stop me from coming to practice. I’m gonna be there every chance I get until I see my boy out on that field.”
Not long ago, Ray made Greg aware of his feelings about Micah not starting. The fathers and former high school teammates went back and forth, causing the young man plenty of secondhand embarrassment.
Micah hesitates, his confidence wavering. “I don’t know if I’m good enough, Dad.”
Ray doesn’t miss a beat. “Then pray. And keep the faith. I didn’t raise no quitter.”
Micah nods slowly, taking another bite of his sandwich.
“C’mon now,” Ray says, patting the table. “Finish eating so we can get out there.”
Just then, the door chimes, and Presley McKnight walks in. Under his jacket, he wears his usual button-down and slacks, ready for another day at the church. He scans the café, spotting Ray and Micah. With a friendly smile, he steps over.
“Good morning,” Presley says, extending his hand to Ray, who stands and shakes it firmly. The exchange is brief but respectful.
“Morning, Reverend, how you doin’?” Ray asks.
The construction worker and his family attend First Street Methodist almost every Sunday, as Ray is devoted to his faith.
"I can't complain.” Presley says warmly.
At times, he struggles with being called “Reverend,” especially since many of the parishioners have known him since he was a little boy—a small-town reality of living in Radcliffe.
He then turns to the teenage boy who once attended his youth group. “Micah, long time no see. How have you been?”
“Okay, busy with football,” Micah replies, though he feels bad for lying since he spends more time sitting on the sidelines than playing.
Presley gives a small nod. “Well, I’ll let you get back to it, but it’s good seeing you both. Give my best to Livia and Rachel.”
Livia is Ray’s wife, and Rachel is their youngest child.
“You too, Reverend. See you Sunday,” Ray says knowingly.
Presley heads toward the counter to order something.
Ray turns back to his son, gesturing at the sandwich. “Let’s go. You got this.”
Micah says nothing, picking up the sandwich again. The green juice remains untouched.
Simultaneously, nearby, Will Jackson and Martha Saunders sit across from each other, enjoying coffee and baked goods after deciding to turn their morning hangout into a casual date.
"I can't remember the last time I had breakfast without from the family sitting right next to me," Martha says with a small laugh.
"Yeah, I get that," Will replies. "But I figured since we had the morning off, we could get out of our routines a bit—just the two of us."
Martha can’t help but smile at the man she’s been seeing for a while now. It’s not serious—at least not yet—but she always feels at ease around him.
Before either can continue, the familiar ringtone of Martha’s iPhone cuts in. She answers on the fourth ring with a polite,
“Hello.”
Will takes a sip of his steaming coffee, watching her expression shift from surprised to genuinely pleased. His curiosity grows as she nods, listening intently.
“Thank you so much,” Martha says, ending the call and setting her phone down.
“What’s poppin’?” Will asks, taking a bite of his bagel sandwich.
“That was the manager from The Chateau,” Martha says, still processing the news. “Apparently, she got my number from one of the guys in the band. She said the restaurant’s looking for more local acts and wants us to perform during one of their dinner shows.”
“Girl, that’s amazing!” Will exclaims, reaching across the table to take her hand. Their excitement is shared, his grin as wide as hers.
Meanwhile, outside the café window, Emma happens to be passing by. She notices them through the glass, catching the moment between Will and Martha.
HOME FARM
Once Tommy parks his Tesla in front of the main house on the estate, it doesn’t take long for him to come face-to-face with his father. had texted the other night, requesting an update on their ongoing plan to oust Jacques from the Covington Group by having him invest company funds into land that is essentially worthless—something Jacques remains blissfully unaware of.
“So, apprise me of the latest,” Daniel Covington asks.
It’s a good time for the conversation—everyone else is out for the day, granting them the privacy they need.
Tommy, still wearing his coat, slips his hands into the pockets. “Well, the bid for the land in Miami was successfully accepted, which, of course, Jacques, in his own special way, boasted about to me. Courtney and everyone else think he’s on top of the world, but we’re the only two who know otherwise.”
“Perfect,” Daniel says, a satisfied smile forming on his face.
Tommy studies him, noticing a particular glimmer in his father’s eyes. “I get why you’re elated about this, but you seem… I don’t know, cheerful.”
As Daniel strolls over to the minibar to pour himself a club soda with lime, his thoughts linger on a deeper motive. He intends to use the failed land deal not only to devalue Jacques but to undermine Courtney’s credibility as CEO, proving her incompetent to the board. With that, he could reclaim his former position at the helm of the company. Of course, he keeps that part to himself, knowing it would jeopardize everything if Tommy knew too much.
“Come on, Thomas,” Daniel says after a sip. “We’re one step closer to removing Jacques Laurent from what your grandfather built. And soon, hopefully, it’ll be where your own legacy is cemented—for your son.”
Tommy merely shrugs. The thought of passing down that same kind of pressure to Jeremy feels wrong—just as Daniel did to him and Max years ago.
“Anyway,” Daniel continues, “may I ask how you are?”
“I’m alright. Jeremy’s good too,” Tommy replies, glancing around the grand living room—once his home, before his father’s manipulations tore everything apart.
“And how's Jordan?” Daniel asks, his tone thinly veiled with disdain.
Tommy shakes his head, recognizing the insincerity. “She’s fine.”
Daniel hums, taking another sip. “Life’s too short to be with someone you don’t love—or can barely tolerate.”
Tommy’s mind flickers briefly to Tanner, though he brushes the thought away. “I’ll, uh, take it under advisement.”
“Well, I'd better get going,” he says, moving toward the door.
“Keep me updated,” Daniel reminds him.
Outside, down the lane near the guest house, Jordan spots her husband leaving the main house again. Suspicion tugs at her chest—what is going on between Tommy and his father?
Before he or anyone else can see her, she quickly retreats inside the guest house.
JOJO'S CAFE
It doesn’t take long for Emma to saunter into the relatively quiet café. As she spots her ex and her newfound niece engaged in deep conversation, she stands nearby, unacknowledged—until Will instinctively looks up, years of tension making him immediately alert to Emma’s presence. Eventually, Martha does the same, though she’s far from thrilled to see the other woman standing there.
“Hey,” Will greets his boss and ex.
“Emma, is there anything we can help you with?” Martha replies coolly to the woman who recently discovered she shares a family connection with her—thanks to her grandfather’s affair with her Aunt Esther’s childhood best friend, a revelation that is still causing quite a rift in the family.
“Well, I was in the area on my way to do some shopping, and I thought I’d drop in to get a drink before heading to the club,” Emma says lightly. In truth, she would never shop on Main Street, preferring the upscale stores out in Hudson Lake.
Martha resists the urge to roll her eyes as Emma attempts to bridge the awkwardness.
“So, how is your mother?” Emma asks.
“She’s fine, Emma. I’ll make sure to tell her you asked—right after I tell her about my own news.”
Since learning the truth about her paternity, the Covington heiress has been trying to build some kind of relationship with her sister-in-law, though moments like this don’t help.
Emma, curious, raises a brow. “What news? Or is it private?”
Will looks at Martha, silently asking for permission to share. With a subtle nod, she gives it.
“This girl and her band just got invited to play at The Chateau,” Will says proudly.
“Oh wow, congratulations, Martha—that’s quite a get. Who knew the classiest venue in town could make room for homespun talent?” Emma says with thinly veiled sarcasm.
This time, the singing single mother doesn’t hold back—she rolls her eyes outright.
“Well, once I get the exact date we’ll be performing, I’ll be sure to put you and your husband on the list,” Martha replies sweetly, her tone carrying a message: Will’s mine now—don’t forget it.
“Looking forward to it,” Emma says, doing her best not to let the jab land. “Well, I’ll let you two get back to whatever you were doing. See you later, Martha—and I’ll see you at the club, Will.”
With that, Emma maneuvers toward the line, leaving a silence hanging between the couple.
Will mutters, “Dang, the claws were out.”
“Don’t worry—they’re retracted,” Martha replies dryly.
Will briefly glances toward Emma in line but quickly turns his attention back to Martha as they continue talking.
Emma, half-watching, smirks as she shakes her head and orders a cold brew with a splash of almond milk to go—relieved that she can still make Will look her way, despite everything.
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END OF EPISODE
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