Once home, the house was empty. Hunter chuckled when he noticed the look on her face.

"I do give my staff the day off you know. They come in late on Monday", he said, setting the bags of apples down on the kitchen counter.

She nodded and removed her jacket. He washed the apples and set them in a bowl.

"So, what do you want to make first?", he asked.

She moved beside him and washed her hands.

"Pie, then sauce", she said.

He nodded.

JoJo had seen that Bray was trying to call her, but she couldn't answer with Liam beside her. They were watching a movie. It rang again for the fifth time tonight.

"We need more popcorn", she said, grabbing the bowl.

He stood and grabbed the bowl.

"I'll get it", he said.

"I'm going to use the restroom", she said.

He nodded as he made his way to the kitchen. Walking into the bathroom, she answered.

"Bray", she whispered.

"Why didn't you answer? What are you doing with him?", he asked.

"I couldn't. I'm just watching a movie with him, that's all", she replied.

"Good. So about his sister", he said.

"Lynn?", she asked.

"What is she doing with Hunter?", he asked.

"Writing a book. She's been having writers block. All her books are about winter wonderland romance. Emerald region is the perfect place to come up with more ideas", JoJo said.

"Do you believe that?", he asked.

JoJo could tell by the sound of his voice that he didn't believe it.

"The closest I can get to Emerald region is Limbo. I need to know what Hunter is planning, my bosses need to know.", he said.

"And you want me to what? Call her and ask her what he's up too?", she asked.

"No. Don't break up with her brother just yet. He can be useful", Bray said.

She didn't like this.

"JoJo, its either help me or she dies. That's what my bosses want us to do.", he said.

"Let me see what I can do", she said softly, before hanging up the phone.

Lynn watched Hunter slip the finished pie into the oven. Setting the timer.

"Now we wait", he said.

She nodded and removed her apron.

"Glass of wine?", he asked.

"I'd love one", she replied.

He grabbed two glasses, checking the fridge for a wine bottle, there was none.

"Looks like I have to go down to the wine cellar", he sighed.

"You have a wine cellar? That wasn't in the tour", she said with a smile.

He chuckled.

"Come on", he said.

He opened the walk in cabinet and she noticed a door. He opened it and she saw stairs leading down.

"Is there light down there?", she asked.

"No, just have to feel your way around", he said jokingly.

She laughed and he smiled.

"Of course there's light. Scared?", he said.

"No.", she said, walking past him.

He followed her, lights turning on as they continued.

"Automatic?", she asked, looking over her shoulder.

He nodded.

"They turn off after five minutes of no movement", he said.

"Nice", she nodded.

Getting to the bottom, she saw three walls full of wine. It was beautifully decorated. She touched a bottle and checked the name.

"My wife designed it. She didn't want it to just be some dusty old wine cellar. She wanted to be able to bring friends and family down here to enjoy themselves", he said.

She noticed the bar and couch near a fish tank.

"No fish", she said.

"Not since she died. I had them moved to the fish tank upstairs in the family room.", he said, sitting at the bar.

She found a bottle and showed him. He nodded.

"That's a good pick", he said.

"Should we go back upstairs before the pie burns?", she asked.

She watched him grab a dish towel and wipe down the counters. She sat beside him. Letting him reminisce.

"You should dust this place off. She would want you to enjoy it. Its okay to remember them and this place reminds you of her.", she said.

He nodded and looked around. She set her hand on his shoulder and he looked at her. He hadn't felt this way since his wife. He touched her cheek and leaned over, kissing her. She pulled away.

"We should, get back upstairs. The pie", she said, before making her way up.

He sighed. The heat of the moment, what he was feeling. Clearly, she wasn't feeling the same. He stood and made his way up. He cleared his throat and walked over to the wine glasses, pouring them each one.

"So the sauce, once we've mixed everything together and cooked it, we have to let it cool down", he said, going over to the mixing bowl.

Lynn quickly finished her glass of wine and walked over to him. Turning him, she kissed him. He returned it and then lifted her onto the counter. She moaned. She could feel how hard he was whenever he pushed himself closer.

They pulled away and met each others eyes.

"More wine?", he asked breathless.

She laughed and he followed. He helped her off the counter and poured her more.

"I can cook the sauce", she said.

He handed her the bowl, she poured it into a hot pan, and then something to smash the pieces of cut up apple.

"So, how long do I do this for?", she asked.

She felt his hands on her hips. His lips touching her ear. Her heart raced.

"Till it's a nice golden brown color", he said softly.

She bit her lip. His lips moved to her neck, before he backed away. She watched as he checked on the pie and then took a drink of his wine.

"How long has it been since you've kissed someone other than your wife?", she asked.

"She was the last, well, till you", he replied.

Her smile slipped. She was going to tease him, but seeing the look on his face.

"I know, I'm a bit rusty", he chuckled.

She saw the blush on his cheeks.

"Don't worry, its been awhile for me too", she replied.

"I have a hard time believing that", he chuckled.

She went back to smashing the apples in the pan.

"So, aren't you suppose to have like a new queen or something? I thought you couldn't rule without one", she said.

He nodded.

"Grieving time, they don't push me.", he said.

"So, will it be arranged as well?", she asked.

"No, well only if I can't find her within a year after my grieving period is over", he said.

She nodded.

"Any prospects?", she asked teasing.

He looked at her. Feeling his eyes on her, she turned and smiled at him.

"Maybe", he said.

She looked back at the pan. Why did that worry her? Maybe? What the hell did that mean? Why kiss her if he had someone else?

She shook her head, not understanding why she was thinking that. Like she would really have a chance. She knew absolutely nothing about being a queen.

Glancing at him, he was putting away the apple jam they had made. Her eyes drifted to his hands, biting her lip, she quickly looked away when he turned.

Feeling him beside her.

"Its done, turn off the heat and place the sauce in a bowl to cool down", he said.

She wished someone could turn down the heat she was feeling.

"You okay?", he asked.

She nodded.