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Jennifer was hovering much too close to the topic for his comfort. “One white wine.” He smiled, handing the glass to her.
    She winked at him and took it from his hand. “Thank you.” She smiled back at him. “Aren’t you going to have any with me?” Her wide blue eyes were steady on his, and he hesitated only a moment.
    “Yeah, I guess I will. It looks good.” He winked back at her and then poured himself a glass. Just as they were going to toast, Harold walked into the room and stopped in the doorway, eyeing them both. A wide grin spread over his wrinkled face, pushing his sagging cheeks back toward his long ears.
    “Drinking wine together. How romantic.” He chuckled, pushing his old hat back on his half bald head. “That’s good. All right you two kids, I’m going to take off. I just got a call, and I have some things I need to take care of. Scott, why don’t you make dinner for Jennifer and then take her home later tonight, or tomorrow morning. See you two kids later.”
    With that, Harold left both Jennifer and Scott standing in surprise in the kitchen, as he turned and walked out of the door. All the breath in Scott’s lungs left him and he was speechless for a moment. Turning toward Jennifer, he gave her a smile and lifted an eyebrow.
    “So, what would you like for dinner?” he asked her.
    She grinned at him and held up her wine glass to finish their toast. “Let’s start with this…”
    ***
    Naomi walked into the office the next morning, and Keisha smiled at her, handing the mail to Naomi as she stopped at Keisha’s desk.
    “I made coffee, and here’s the mail from yesterday afternoon. Also…” she paused and looked a little anxiously at Naomi, “Reggie Davis is coming in around noon to talk about what he’s going to do with the building and our lease. That’s Mr. Davis’ son.”
    Naomi stopped almost mid-step and turned to look at Keisha. “Reggie Davis is coming here? Today?” She made herself take a deep breath. “Okay. Well, we’ll get some answers, and that’s the best that we can hope for right now.”
    She looked away from Keisha as her heart began to pound against her chest, and she headed to her desk. There was a lot going on in her mind, about all the things that were going on in her world, and all of it was overwhelming her.
    She sat and made herself go through the mail, made herself focus as hard as she could on every word before her, and not on the thousand things that were going crazy in her mind.
    Every time she looked at the clock that morning, it seemed to be rushing toward the noon hour, and she felt as if she was freefalling toward a definite end that could not be avoided. It made everything in her even tenser.
    At two minutes to noon, she was tapping her fingernail against her desk and staring at a letter on her desk. She hadn’t read the letter, though she had been staring at it for almost ten minutes.
    “Naomi,” Malaika said calmly. “Please stop tapping.”
    Naomi blinked and looked over at her hand on the desk. She hadn’t even realized that she was doing it. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly.
    Malaika rose up from her desk and gave Naomi a smile. “I know things are difficult right now, but look at this as an opportunity to build a new and good relationship with Reggie, just like you did with his father. This is just the first step, and the first step is usually the most difficult. You can do this.”
    Naomi gave her a half-hearted smile and just then the front door opened, and a tall, well built, stocky looking man walked in. He was dressed in a polo shirt and tailored pants. The curls of his black hair were trimmed short on his head, and he was undeniably handsome at first glance.
    His brown eyes scanned the room quickly, and they stopped on Malaika, who was watching him from where she stood at her desk.
    “Miss Peters?” he asked, looking at her.
    “I’m Naomi Peters,” Naomi said, standing up and making herself walk toward him with a good