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"Hon-ey! I'm home!" Adam called out cheerful as he walked through the door.
A slim, blonde woman who looked to be about Lori's age came into the entryway in response.
"Well hello dear," She told him. "You've brought a guest?"
"Yeah Lana, this is Lori," He made the introductions. "Lori, this is my wife Lana."
"Please to meet you," Lori shook the other woman's hand politely.
"You're the lady staying with Chris right?" Lana asked.
"Yes, for a little while anyway," Lori admitted.
"Well, you must be lonely in that big house all by yourself," Lana guessed.
"I figured maybe she'd appreciate a little company for her first full day in Florida," Adam informed his wife.
"That's my Adam," Lana chuckled. "He's such a thoughtful person; that's one of the many reasons I love him."
Adam looked a little uncomfortable at the compliment, "Yeah, well babe, I'm going to go work out a little if you'll excuse me."
"Sure honey, you go ahead," She smiled as Adam gave her a quick kiss on the cheek in farewell. "I'll let you know when dinner is ready."
Lori followed Lana to the kitchen.
"Have you two been married long?" Lori attempted to make conversation.
"A little over three years," Lana told her. "Adam tells me that you met Chris in Colorado?"
"Yes, that's true," Lori replied. "I'm from a town called Union there. He came into the bank where I work and we kind of hit it off, or so you could say."
Lana raised an eyebrow, "Well, I don't know what you did to that man, but he sure has been acting different ever since then."
"I'm sorry," Lori feared that by 'different' Lana was refering to some sort of negative change.
"Don't apologize girl," Lana told her. "I mean that in a good way; he's settling down finally. Thankfully, he's doing it before he got himself into serious hot water too." Lori flinched at that last remark and Lana caught the reaction, "Oh my gosh, that's it, isn't it?"
Lori turned bright red knowing that she was going to figure it out in a matter of moments.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Lana asked her softly.
Lori just looked away and wished she could fall through the floor.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you," Lana realized then that she had discovered the truth and furthermore Lori was very uncomfortable with it. "I get the impression that you're not entirely happy about it, are you?"
"Please Lana, it's a little too overwhelming for me to talk about right now," Lori responded meekly. "I'd rather no one knew just yet."
"Yes, of course," Lana patted her shoulder sympathetically somehow sensing this was not some ploy to take advantage of Chris's wealth by an opportunistic fan. "I was going to heat up some chili for lunch; I hope you're hungry." Lana told her to change the subject.
"That's sounds just fine," Lori replied grateful for the change. "Would you like me to set the table?"
"Sure, the plates are there, the glasses there, and the silverware in the drawer on the end there," Lana pointed out those places respectively.
A short time later, it was time to eat. Adam rejoined them and they all sat down to dine.
"This is really good," Lori commented after consuming a mouthful. "Is it homemade?"
"It sure is," Adam boasted proudly about his wife. "She makes the best chili around."
"I enjoy cooking," Lana told her. "I cook mostly Mexican style."
"So do I, I mean I enjoy cooking," Lori returned. "Italian's my specialty."
"I like to bake too," Lana admitted further. "Me too," Lori laughed.
"Sometime we'll have to compare cookie recipes," Lana suggested. "Maybe you can sneak Chris's recipe for chocolate chip cookies sometime too."
"Chocolate chip cookies?" Lori questioned.
"Yeah, he makes a really good recipe, but he won't share it," Lana informed her wistfully.
"Hon-ey! I'm home!" Adam called out cheerful as he walked through the door.
A slim, blonde woman who looked to be about Lori's age came into the entryway in response.
"Well hello dear," She told him. "You've brought a guest?"
"Yeah Lana, this is Lori," He made the introductions. "Lori, this is my wife Lana."
"Please to meet you," Lori shook the other woman's hand politely.
"You're the lady staying with Chris right?" Lana asked.
"Yes, for a little while anyway," Lori admitted.
"Well, you must be lonely in that big house all by yourself," Lana guessed.
"I figured maybe she'd appreciate a little company for her first full day in Florida," Adam informed his wife.
"That's my Adam," Lana chuckled. "He's such a thoughtful person; that's one of the many reasons I love him."
Adam looked a little uncomfortable at the compliment, "Yeah, well babe, I'm going to go work out a little if you'll excuse me."
"Sure honey, you go ahead," She smiled as Adam gave her a quick kiss on the cheek in farewell. "I'll let you know when dinner is ready."
Lori followed Lana to the kitchen.
"Have you two been married long?" Lori attempted to make conversation.
"A little over three years," Lana told her. "Adam tells me that you met Chris in Colorado?"
"Yes, that's true," Lori replied. "I'm from a town called Union there. He came into the bank where I work and we kind of hit it off, or so you could say."
Lana raised an eyebrow, "Well, I don't know what you did to that man, but he sure has been acting different ever since then."
"I'm sorry," Lori feared that by 'different' Lana was refering to some sort of negative change.
"Don't apologize girl," Lana told her. "I mean that in a good way; he's settling down finally. Thankfully, he's doing it before he got himself into serious hot water too." Lori flinched at that last remark and Lana caught the reaction, "Oh my gosh, that's it, isn't it?"
Lori turned bright red knowing that she was going to figure it out in a matter of moments.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Lana asked her softly.
Lori just looked away and wished she could fall through the floor.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you," Lana realized then that she had discovered the truth and furthermore Lori was very uncomfortable with it. "I get the impression that you're not entirely happy about it, are you?"
"Please Lana, it's a little too overwhelming for me to talk about right now," Lori responded meekly. "I'd rather no one knew just yet."
"Yes, of course," Lana patted her shoulder sympathetically somehow sensing this was not some ploy to take advantage of Chris's wealth by an opportunistic fan. "I was going to heat up some chili for lunch; I hope you're hungry." Lana told her to change the subject.
"That's sounds just fine," Lori replied grateful for the change. "Would you like me to set the table?"
"Sure, the plates are there, the glasses there, and the silverware in the drawer on the end there," Lana pointed out those places respectively.
A short time later, it was time to eat. Adam rejoined them and they all sat down to dine.
"This is really good," Lori commented after consuming a mouthful. "Is it homemade?"
"It sure is," Adam boasted proudly about his wife. "She makes the best chili around."
"I enjoy cooking," Lana told her. "I cook mostly Mexican style."
"So do I, I mean I enjoy cooking," Lori returned. "Italian's my specialty."
"I like to bake too," Lana admitted further. "Me too," Lori laughed.
"Sometime we'll have to compare cookie recipes," Lana suggested. "Maybe you can sneak Chris's recipe for chocolate chip cookies sometime too."
"Chocolate chip cookies?" Lori questioned.
"Yeah, he makes a really good recipe, but he won't share it," Lana informed her wistfully.