—After the Orgasms—

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JENNIE

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I wake up to Lisa wrapped around me, although it's the sound of a phone ringing that drags me out of the delicious sleep haze. Based on the tone, it's not mine.

"Lisa?"

She grunts and shifts her hips.

I'm not entirely convinced she's awake.

Her tattooed arm is wrapped around me, her forearm across my chest, her hand tucked under my shoulder, fingers curling around the back. I think we've been spooning the entire night.

While I can certainly believe last night happened because the attraction is strong with this one, what I didn't expect, and maybe should have, was exactly what kind of lover Lisa would be. Demanding, intense, giving, and insanely attentive.

We stumbled into her bed at four in the morning, and I would have gone to sleep wearing those steel-toed boots if she hadn't been lucid enough to take them off for me. I did not have a chance to make good on my promise to even out our orgasms because we promptly passed out.

I crane my neck to check the clock on the nightstand. It's already one in the afternoon. That's not a huge surprise, given the ridiculous time we went to bed or the fact that we've both been running on a massive sleep deficit.

Regardless, sleeping the entire day away seems like a waste, since I have so few free ones. I wiggle around in Lisa's arm and she mutters something about being impatient and greedy and nuzzles into my neck.

Her phone goes off again, and then again a minute later. Someone is clearly trying to get hold of her.

"Lisa, your phone keeps going off."

"I'm not awake." Her raspy sleep voice does tingly things to my body, specifically in the area between my thighs.

"Then how come you're talking to me?"

"I'm not. You're dreaming."

I laugh and she rubs up against me.

"I can go get your phone for you so you don't have to leave this bed," I offer.

"No."

I try another tactic. "I need to use the bathroom, and when I come back I can help even out the lopsided orgasm tally from last night."

She releases me from her hold, rolls onto her back, and throws the covers off, giving me a great view of how excited she is about that prospect. "We'll be right here waiting for you."

Muscles ache that I didn't even know existed. And my tailbone is sore, probably from the counter sex. I use the bathroom first, then go in search of her phone. I find it on the edge of the kitchen counter; it looks as if we very nearly knocked it onto the floor last night. It starts ringing again on my way back to the bedroom.

"Six missed calls in the past twenty minutes. I think you should probably answer before we get sidetracked with extracurriculars." I toss the phone on the bed beside her.

She eyes it like it's a poisonous spider. She's ridiculously appealing, lying in bed, hair sleep-messed, pillow lines on her cheek, body art on display. I want to spend some time exploring all the designs and learning what each one means. After morning sex. Or afternoon sex, as it were. I climb back into bed and snuggle into her warm body. She slips her arm under me and pulls me closer. Her lips find my temple as she glances at her phone.

"Oh shit, it's after one?" Lisa brings the device to her ear. "Hey, brother, I know I'm late. I'm sorry. It was a busy night and I slept in." She's silent for a few seconds. "I just woke up. Give me an hour and start without me if you need to, but save me a few of the cinnamon raisin ones, please. No, fuck off. And I'm bringing a friend." She ends the call and tosses her phone on the nightstand.

"What's going on?"

"We have to go to Gramps's place in a bit."

"We?"

"Yeah, you're coming with. It's a family tradition that we get together on New Year's Day. I was supposed to be there at noon, but forgot to set my alarm. I'm not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the day. But first, orgasms."

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Half an hour later we have a very quick shower since our antics have put us even further behind. I'm forced to put my dress from last night back on. Not ideal, but then I didn't expect to ring in the New Year in Lisa's bed.

We have to Uber to the bar to get Lisa's truck before we can do anything else. "We'll stop at your place on the way so you don't have to wear last night's dress again."

"That'd be great." I slide into the passenger seat.

Since we're already running late, later than before, I rush up and decide to forgo the dress today, and throw on a pair of jeans and a sweater. I don't often wear jeans, but I do own a few cute pairs. I also pull my hair up into a ponytail. I'm mostly makeup free, but I give my lashes a quick swipe with the mascara brush and throw on a coat of lip gloss. I shrug into my winter coat and rush back down to Lisa, who's busy scrolling through her phone.

I slide back into the passenger seat and buckle up. Her eyes move over my legs and up my thighs. From mid-thigh up, they're covered by my coat. "Is this okay? I don't need to be more formal, do I?"

"No. You look great. Jeans are perfect." She puts the truck into gear. "I've just never seen you in a pair before."

Her gaze lingers on my legs before she shifts her focus to the road.

"So who's all going to be there?"

"My brothers, their significant others, and Chan may or may not come. Depends on what he got up to after the bar closed." Chan had a lot of attention last night. And I'm pretty sure three girls took advantage of the mistletoe hanging over the bar, and that was only what I saw when I wasn't too busy serving drinks. "Daniel is the oldest. He's thirty-seven, and a big-time financial advisor. His wife, Irene, is a teacher."

"Is she the pregnant one?"

Lisa nods. "Yup. And she's kind of at that weird in-between stage where she just looks like she's put on weight but there isn't enough of a bump that you can be sure she's pregnant, so she's taken to wearing shirts that advertise the fact that she hasn't eaten too many Christmas cookies, and my brother is ridiculous about it. So fucking proud that his sperm managed to hit the mark."

I chuckle at that. "Aw, that's kind of cute, though, isn't it?"

"Kind of, I guess. Mostly it makes me want to gag. You'll see what I mean."

"I literally cannot imagine Jisoo or Jihyo having children. God forbid they don't get a full night's sleep or have to change a messy diaper." I'd ask Lisa how she feels about kids, but I don't feel like that's a great conversation post first-sexy-times sleepover. "Okay, so Daniel is the oldest and he's married to Irene, who's a teacher and is pregnant. And your other brother, is he married, too?"

"Engaged, actually. Aiden and Wendy have been together for eight years, and living together for six, so the wedding is pretty much a formality. They were going to elope in Vegas, but she's an only child and her mom would have been devastated if she didn't have a real ceremony, so they decided a destination wedding was the best option."

"Oh, that's fun."

"We'll see. She's also in finance, and so is half of her family, so most dinner conversations revolve around the state of the stock market when they're all together."

"That sounds…"

"Boring?"

"Normal?" I offer.

"Boringly normal. Anyway, with Irene there we'll at least have some balance and I'm sure they'll ask you all sorts of questions and try to get you to let them manage your financial portfolio."

"I don't have much of a financial portfolio to speak of, so I'm not sure I'd be worth managing."

"Buttercream and Booze is doing amazingly well, though."

"Oh yes, definitely. But I'm putting pretty much everything I have into it right now, so there's not much extra to play around with. For now, anyway." I'm hopeful things keep going the way they are, but with Dick and Bobby's across the street we're bound to see a dip, at least while it's shiny and new. Hopefully it will all balance out after the initial excitement is over.

Lisa taps the steering wheel. "I really think it's commendable that you're doing it all on your own."

"It makes the reward of success that much greater, you know?"

"Yeah. I can see that, especially for someone like you." We pass over the freeway, heading away from Pioneer Square and the downtown area into the more residential neighborhoods.

"Someone like me?"

"You come from this family who could easily push you around, but you managed to stand your ground and prove to them that you can make your own mark. And they don't even really know." Lisa makes a right down a quiet residential street with older homes that have been well maintained.

"Their version of success and mine aren't the same. I don't want creepy statues with hard-ons all over my house. Or so much space that I could literally get lost on the way to my bedroom and never find my way back. I just want to do what I love and be surrounded by the people I care about."

"I feel exactly the same way." She gives my hand a squeeze, then pulls into the driveway of a quaint, brick, two-story house.

When we reach the front door, I have a moment of panic. "Oh no! I'm showing up empty-handed. Maybe we should stop somewhere and grab a bottle of wine? There has to be a convenience store open somewhere that sells wine, right?"

"Don't worry about it, Jennie. There's going to be more food and booze than an army can consume. And even if we found an open store, all they're going to have is cheap wine that tastes like tomorrow's headache. Trust me when I say it's okay that we're coming empty-handed. Plus I dropped stuff off a few days ago for this occasion, and my brew shed is out back, so we're all set."

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She doesn't knock on the door, just lets herself in, ushering me ahead of her. I'm greeted by the most delicious combination of scents. I breathe in cinnamon and cloves along with hints of citrus and cranberry. But more pungent is the aroma of something fried and sweet. "Oh, wow, what is that smell?"

"New Year's cookies, but they're more like donuts and they're the perfect cure for a post–New Year's Eve hangover."

"I'm not hungover, though."

"Well, we're about to start drinking again, so these should help prevent one." She helps me out of my coat and groans. "Ah hell, Jennie."

"What? Is everything okay?" I'm about to spin around to see what's going on, but she grabs me by the hips.

She pulls me back into her, dropping her head so her lips are at my ear. "These jeans are going to kill me. Now I have a perfect visual of all those curves you keep hidden under those skirts. It's going to be a long, uncomfortable afternoon for me."

I grin. Unlike Jisoo and Jihyo, I have curves. I learned very early on to embrace those curves and love the hell out of them.

One Halloween—around the time the parent swap happened—I dressed as June Cleaver. And surprisingly, I felt the most comfortable in my skin. Maybe because my conventional family unit had been obliterated. Maybe because I liked the idea of an uncomplicated life. Of pot roasts, family dinners, and parents who worked normal jobs.

While I might not fit the entire June Cleaver mold, considering I have my own business, it's the style I adopted so I could hold on to that comforting idea of family values and morals. Plus I love dresses, but I don't mind sliding into a pair of jeans once in a while, possibly more often if this is the kind of reaction I get.

"I thought I heard the door. Oh, Miss Cupcake! When Lisa said she was bringing a friend I didn't realize it would be you." Lisa's grandfather ambles slowly toward us. "What a pleasant surprise." He grins, and his eyes almost disappear under his bushy brows. I would guess he's somewhere around eighty. He's a few inches shorter than Lisa, although I'm sure he was closer to the same height in his younger years, before his shoulders rounded.

"Hi, Mr. Manoban. I hope it's not an imposition." I've met Lisa's grandfather a couple of times in passing, and we've exchanged hellos and an introduction, but I've always been busy during the day and he's never been around by the end of the evening.

"Not at all, dearie. And you can call me Henry; no mister anything is necessary, or Gramps works if yer comfortable with that." He winks and clasps my hand between his gnarled fingers. "I wondered when my granddaughter would finally find her balls and ask ya out on a date."

"Really, Gramps?" I can practically feel Lisa's embarrassment.

"What? She's been all you can talk about for months, riles you right up and puts a smile on yer face. It was bound to happen when ya got yer head outta yer ass."

"Okay, Gramps, you're killin' my game."

"Is that Lisa?" Another man appears in an adjacent doorway. Based on his facial features, he's definitely one of Lisa's brothers. He's shorter than Lisa, but just as broad and athletic, with the same hair and eye coloring, except he has a little gray flirting at the temples. "'Bout time you got here!" He pulls his sister into a hug, and they exchange firm back pats. He lowers his voice, keeping Lisa close. "Irene's still got freaking morning sickness, so she can't help with shit. And Wendy thinks every single cookie needs to be uniform in shape, so we've only managed one damn batch. All I want to do is drink scotch and eat cookies. Help a brother out."

"I'm on it, don't worry." Lisa pulls me into her side. "And I brought reinforcements. Daniel, this is Jennie, and she can bake every single person here under the table."

"Hi, Jennie." He extends his hand. His palms are soft, like the most strenuous thing he does is swing a golf club. "Lisa didn't mention having a girlfriend at Christmas."

"Oh, I'm not her girlfriend." I glance at Lisa.

Her gaze meets mine and she shrugs with a questioning expression. "Well, I mean…"

"Am I your girlfriend?" It's an actual question, because riding her metaphorical bologna pony doesn't necessarily mean we're a thing.

"I brought you to a family function, so that generally means I wouldn't have a problem introducing you as my girlfriend."

Daniel snorts, and Gramps's smile widens.

"I invited you to a family function when you and I were barely civil to each other." I'm not sure why I feel the need to bring this up, because all it's doing is making this awkward situation even more awkward, since Daniel and Gramps are ping-ponging between us, watching this go down with something like gleeful amusement.

"Yeah, but we had a connection right from the start. And you invited me because you felt guilty, so it wasn't an actual date. And come to think of it, I was a shield more than anything." Lisa's grinning, like she finds this entire thing entertaining as well.

My cheeks heat at her instant-connection reference since she's correct, even though I was determined not to find her sexy, at least when she was being inflexible and breaking my unicorn glasses. "You weren't a shield. It was a spur-of-the-moment invitation, and yes I felt some guilt, but that wasn't the sole impetus for asking you to come along. I mean, look at you." I motion to her casual attire, which consists of a long-sleeved shirt, pushed up to expose half of her forearms, and her dark wash jeans. "You're not exactly hard on the eyes. And while you were certainly a convenient distraction from my family's lunacy, it wasn't the dominant motivating factor."

Lisa cocks a brow. "I see how it is. You just wanted to objectify me."

I shrug. "Didn't hurt to have someone nice to look at while the insanity ensued."

Daniel claps Lisa on the shoulder. "You've finally met your match. This is so great. Just don't get hitched before Aiden and Wendy, or she's never going to let him live it down, and it'll be the rest of us who suffer."

Lisa gives him a what the hell look. "Thanks for making this introduction not awkward at all, Dan."

"I'm here for you, sis. Now please get your ass in the kitchen so I can eat some damn donuts."

"Watch yer language in front of Jennie," Gramps warns. He's been quietly standing off to the side, hands clasped in front of him, rocking back on his heels. Until the profanity anyway. Now his expression is adorably stern.

"It's fine, Henry." I put a comforting hand on his arm and wink. "I'm a big girl; I've heard all the bad words."

He pats my hand. "Oh, I'm sure you have. And they're not donuts, they're New Year's cookies. Dottie could nae stand it when the rats called them donuts. Drove her batty. Rest her soul." He makes the sign of the cross and blinks a few times, eyes shadowed in sadness for a moment before they clear. "Come, dear, let's get you a drink."

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A full bar is set up, and I opt for one of Lisa's beers, because they're delicious and if I sip it slowly I won't have to worry about getting tipsy too fast.

We find Wendy and Aiden in the kitchen. This time Lisa introduces me as her girlfriend, and I don't dispute her. Aiden pulls Lisa in for a hug. "Thank God you're here, sis. Save me, please."

Wendy looks frazzled and like she would rather be doing anything other than standing in front of a pot of boiling oil.

The kitchen probably hasn't been renovated since sometime in the nineties if I had to guess based on the cabinets. There's a new stainless steel stove, fridge, and dishwasher, though. I'm assuming either Lisa or her brothers were responsible for the updates to bring their grandfather into the twenty-first century, at least from an appliance standpoint.

I survey the counter, the giant bowl of dough, the variety of adds-ins in the form of cinnamon and sugarcoated apple chunks, chopped dried fruit, and raisins. "Oh! It's oliebollen!"

"Huh?" Everyone in the kitchen turns to look at me.

"Oliebollen. Mennonite New Year's cookies. They're the same thing. I loved these as a kid!" I motion to the spread.

"You know what these are?" Wendy asks. She sounds somewhere between hopeful and desperate.

"I haven't had them since I was a teenager, but definitely. My grandmother was Mennonite."

"Seriously?" Lisa's shock is actually reasonable.

"Non-practicing. She passed when I was fourteen, but up until then we had oliebollen every New Year's. They just bring back so many great memories." Before my family let all their crazy hang out. I realize I'm getting misty, which is embarrassing in front of a bunch of people I've just met who are related to my new girlfriend.

Thankfully, Wendy seems oblivious. "Do you know how to make them?"

"Jennie runs Buttercream and Booze, the place next to The Manoban Cap."

"This is Alice in Wonderland?" Aiden's eyes dart between the two of us. "I mean. Damn."

"You've mentioned me before?" I arch a brow, waiting to see how she's going to try to get out of this.

"Mentioned you before? Dude was obsessed at the end of the summer, pretty much every single time I got on the phone with her she was moaning about how good your cupcakes were."

"Aiden," Lisa snaps.

"What?"

"You're a dick."

"Yeah. I know. I have zero social skills; just ask Wendy." He thumbs over his shoulder at his fiancée.

"He's right," Wendy chimes in. "But his brain is big and full of numbers, and I find that hopelessly sexy, so I decided to keep him." She passes her apron to me. "Please help us. All I want to do is eat donuts. I've been saving myself for these so all I've had today is a yogurt cup with blueberries and the ones I've made so far aren't all that great." She pokes at the overdone balls.

"They look super for your first time!" I lie. "Give me twenty minutes, and I'll have a fresh batch for you."

"You don't have to do that. I'm fully prepared to make cookies," Lisa interjects.

"Or we could do it together." I pull the apron over my head.

She grins. "Okay. Sure."

"Sheesh, I feel like I'm watching foreplay. Come on, babe. Let's leave them alone." Aiden claps Lisa on the shoulder. "Make sure you wash your hands if you put your fingers in places you're not supposed to."

"Aiden! Enough, or she'll never come back!" Wendy swats him on the butt with a dishtowel.

"Get your head out of the gutter. I meant places like her nose. All the pheromones must be getting to you. Should we go upstairs for a few minutes and check on that light bulb that needs to be changed?"

"What—" Her confusion turns into an eye roll. "Irene is napping upstairs, but nice try."

He ushers her out of the kitchen, leaving the two of us alone. I split the dough into several bowls so I can add the cinnamon apples, dried fruit mix, and the raisins to some. While I work on the add-ins, Lisa puts on a seventies-era apron and starts dropping balls of dough into the pot of boiling oil.

"Sorry about the razzing from my brothers. And the girlfriend designation. That probably should've been a conversation prior to me opening my big mouth."

I shrug, not wanting to give her a hard time about it. "It's cute."

She cringes. "Cute?"

"Okay, maybe cute is the wrong word, considering you've turned a really horrible green color. How about sweet? I think it's sweet that you introduced me as your girlfriend. I like you, Lisa, a lot. And as your girlfriend, I can say I'm definitely interested in repeating the events of last night on a very regular basis."

She pulls me into her. "I can certainly accommodate that request. Once we're finished stuffing our faces with donuts." She gives me a quick peck, and then we get back to work.

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Half an hour later, we have three bowls piled high with oliebollen. We have honey, sugar, powdered sugar, cinnamon sugar, and a delicious maple butter for dipping.

Irene comes down from her nap as we're getting settled at the dining room table. Lisa introduces me, and she promptly bursts into tears, blubbering about how she's so glad Lisa is finally settling down and how they've always wanted her to find someone.

Once she's no longer sobbing all over Daniel's shirt, he tucks her into the table and flits around, making sure she's comfortable. Then he loads up a plate for her, careful to make sure the maple dipped ones don't touch the cinnamon sugar.

"Sorry about that," Lisa mutters as we fill our plates.

"I think it's sweet that your family cares so much about you. It's nice to see." So much nicer than my boyfriend-stealing sister and my attempted-boyfriend-thieving cousin.

No one talks about which famous person they ran into last week, or the newest keto diet, or which plastic surgeon botched up what surgery. As predicted, the stock market comes up a couple of times, but Lisa is quick to shut down the hard sales pitch Daniel lobs my way.

They regale me with stories about Lisa and her science experiments as a teen. Apparently the desire to brew started early. Pre-legal drinking age early. By sixteen she'd made her first batch of moonshine.

She shrugs. "Booze was expensive and hard to get ahold of. I found a way around it."

After we stuff ourselves silly, we retire to the living room. Just like the rest of this house, it's a time warp back to the nineties. The carpet is an awful rose color, the furniture is boxy and worn, and the curtains boast a garish, retro floral pattern. It's horrible and homey and wonderful.

"I just need to help Daniel with something. You'll be okay for a few?" Lisa asks.

"Of course, you go right ahead."

She kisses me on the cheek and I cross over to the fireplace so I can check out the pictures on the mantel. A sixtieth wedding anniversary photo sits in the middle, Henry and the late Dottie dressed up as though they were ready to party. As I take in the background I realize they're in The Manoban Cap.

"That was my Dottie." Henry picks up the framed photo, his smile fond but also sad.

"You look like you belonged together."

"Aye. We did. Met when we were just kids. I was eighteen and a fool. She smiled at me and I was a goner."

"Just like that, huh?"

"Sometimes you just know." His thumb smooths along the edge of the frame.

"I believe that. I love the wall of photos in The Manoban Cap. It's like watching the progress of your love through still shots."

"Every year I made sure to put a picture on that wall so we could walk by and see our good times together. I know in this day people don't really make photo albums, but we always had one going."

"Will you show me?"

Henry's face lights up. "I'd be happy to." He ambles over to a bookshelf lined with photo albums. It's five shelves high, and there have to be at least ten albums on each shelf. He taps his lip. "Where to start. Ah!" He lifts an album from the shelf and motions for me to take a seat on the couch.

Setting the album between us, he flips to the first page. Old, yellowed, black and white images with captions and dates line each page.

The very first image is of a young woman, a teenager based on the softness of her features and the innocence of her smile.

"That's the first picture I ever took of Dottie." He taps the image. "Our parents were against us dating. I was a few years older and she was serving tables at the time, but love doesn't care about approval. We kept it a secret."

"Eventually they must have realized you were made for each other, though."

"Aye. Got married in that bar the day she turned eighteen, and then there was nothing anyone could do to keep us apart." He winks. "And grandbabies have a way of making people come around no matter what. We did every little thing together. She was my entire world for more than sixty years."

"I can see that." I flip to the next page and find more pictures of a teenage Dottie in various stages of laughter.

He clears his throat. "She had a heart condition. Born with it, and there wasn't a thing we could do to fix it. Despite that she loved damn hard, and you couldn't stop her from doing things she wanted to because she always said life was too short to be afraid of the end."

"Sounds like a smart woman."

"She was damn smart. Would've been some Wall Street working woman if she'd been born a few decades later. She's the one who kept The Manoban Cap going all those years. She made me promise if something happened to her that I'd stick around to make sure our girl Lisa got herself settled."

"There's that big heart you're talking about."

"Aye. She loved that girl like Lisa was her own, 'specially after Jim and Cindy's accident. Broke all of our hearts, but Lisa's the most, I think. She's a lot like me, needs a partner even if she's done her damnedest to avoid it since we lost her parents." He shakes his head, like he's breaking himself out of a sad spell. "Anyway, the moment I heard about you giving her hell I thought: There she is, the reason Lisa's back here with me. She's the woman who's going to settle her restless soul."

"Restless soul? She seems pretty settled here."

"Now she is," Gramps agrees. "But when she was younger she had a hard time staying in one place. She was always on the move. Even when she was in college, she took on a million things. Except for when she had a girlfriend."

"Did she have a lot of girlfriends?"

Gramps gives me a sly look. "That I met? No. But you better believe Lisa was serious when she brought a lady to a family event like this one."

"So you've met a few girlfriends then?" Lisa hasn't even mentioned an ex, although I'm sure there must have been some along the way.

"Only one, other than you."

"What happened?" I wave the question away. "You don't need to answer that. It's personal and I'm just curious."

"It's okay." He pats my hand. "Lisa isn't likely to talk about it, but it might help you understand her better. After her parents passed, she transferred colleges between her sophomore and junior year. I think her heart was already too broken, and she didn't want to risk it getting any more mangled than it was, so she found a way to end things without causing either of them too much heartache."

"That couldn't have been easy for either of them."

"It wasn't, but she put all of her energy into school and working at the bar. She went on dates, but it never got serious, which was hard to watch, because Lisa has a big heart, and she needs someone who's going to take care of it." He winks and squeezes my hand. "Someone like you."

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We don't leave Lisa's grandfather's until late in the afternoon.

"That was so much fun." I buckle myself in. "Your family is so…normal."

"I don't know if I'd exactly call us normal, but I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"I had a fantastic time. Your brothers are great, and I can see why you and Henry are so close. He really loves you, you know."

Lisa nods. "Yeah. I'm pretty lucky to have him."

"That bar is so special to him. He has so many fantastic memories all caught up in that place, it's a wonder he let you renovate."

"Well, it helps that I made the suggestions a few years back and Grams had been on board. Gramps had a harder time with the possible changes because of how much of his heart is tied up in the place."

"I can see how that would be difficult. What do think is going to happen to The Manoban Cap once you start your brewery?" It's heartbreaking to think of that legacy coming to an end.

"I don't know. I'm hopeful Chan will take more of an interest in the management side of things, but he's young yet, so we'll see." She taps the steering wheel, her expression hard to read, but it softens quickly. "We should stop and grab your SUV, shouldn't we?"

"Oh yes! That's a good idea, then I don't have to worry about how I'm getting to work in the morning."

She pulls into the lot behind the building and parks beside my SUV, tapping the wheel restlessly. "It's still early, did you want to come back to my place?"

"Or you could come back to mine?" My apartment isn't as nice as Lisa's, but it's cute and homey and a few minutes closer so getting up and out in the morning won't be as much of a challenge.

"I could definitely do that." Her gaze moves over me in a slow sweep. "I haven't quite had my fill of you yet, today."

"I feel exactly the same way." I lean over and kiss her on the cheek. "See you back at my place, then."

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