LOGINChris stood as soon as Lela read Jack's last text."I'm coming over. I don't care what the issue is—I just want to make sure you're okay."Chris slipped his keys from his pocket."I should go."Lela nodded."I think that's best."He walked toward the front door, then stopped."For what it's worth..."She looked up."I really am sorry about your job.""Thank you.""And... I'm glad you found someone who seems to care about you."Lela didn't answer.She simply offered a small, tired smile.Chris opened the front door and stepped onto the porch.Lela followed a few steps behind.The evening air felt unusually heavy.Chris walked to his car, opened the driver's door, and paused one last time."I hope things get better.""I do too."He climbed inside.Before he could pull away, headlights turned into the driveway.Lela's heart dropped.Jack.His truck rolled to a stop just as Chris backed out.For one long moment, the two vehicles faced each other.Jack looked through Chris's windshield.Ch
Lela hadn't moved from the kitchen table in nearly an hour.The termination letter still lay unfolded in front of her.She had read it so many times the words had begun to blur together.She reached for her coffee.It had gone cold.Just like the rest of the day.The silence inside the house was overwhelming.Normally her parents' home was full of conversation.Her father humming while he worked on something in the garage.Her mother talking on the phone with friends.The television playing in the background.Today...Nothing.Just silence.She glanced at her phone.Still no response from Ron.Three missed calls from Jack.Two unanswered text messages.Her stomach twisted with guilt.She hated ignoring him.He hadn't done anything wrong.If anything, he was the one person she wanted to talk to.But she couldn't.Not yet.She wasn't ready to say the words out loud."I lost my job."Somehow saying them would make them real.She leaned back in her chair and covered her face with both han
The drive home felt different.Not because anything had changed between them.If anything, they felt closer than ever.The weekend had given them something they hadn't realized they needed—time. Time to breathe. Time to laugh. Time to simply enjoy being together without the demands of everyday life pulling at them.As the familiar streets came into view, reality slowly settled back in.Traffic.Stoplights.Errands.Work.Responsibilities.Jack reached over and squeezed Lela's hand."I wish we had another day."She smiled."I was just thinking that.""Maybe next year."She looked over at him."Already planning another birthday?""I think you've started a tradition.""I hope so."They shared a quiet smile.Jack pulled into the driveway of her parents' house.The house looked exactly as it always had.Comfortable.Familiar.Safe.He shifted the car into park but made no move to get out.Neither did Lela."I guess this is it," she said softly."For now."He reached across the console and
Sunday afternoon arrived much sooner than either of them wanted.The weekend had somehow managed to feel both wonderfully long and far too short.After one last stroll through the gardens and a leisurely lunch on the terrace, they returned to their suite.Lela leaned against the door after they walked inside, looking around the room with a small smile."I don't want to pack."Jack laughed as he loosened the collar of his shirt."I was just thinking the same thing."She looked toward the windows overlooking the gardens."It feels like we just got here.""It does."Jack walked over and stood beside her.Below them, guests were checking in while others wandered the pathways they had spent the past two days exploring."You know..." he said quietly."I was nervous about this trip."She looked up at him."You were?"He nodded."I wanted it to live up to whatever you'd imagined."She smiled."It surpassed everything I imagined.""I don't mean the hotel.""I mean..."He slipped an arm around
The room was still dark when Jack stirred.For a moment he wasn't sure where he was.The mattress felt different.The air carried a faint scent of chocolate and fresh flowers.Then he remembered.Hotel Hershey.His birthday weekend.Lela.He smiled before he even opened his eyes.Turning his head, he found her still asleep beside him. One hand rested lightly against his chest, her breathing slow and even.She looked completely peaceful.The last several months had been anything but easy for either of them.Her accident.The long recovery.Meeting Monica.Learning to trust one another.Meeting each other's families.The fears they had shared.The future they were slowly building together.Watching her sleep now, it was hard to believe how much life had changed in such a short time.Jack brushed a loose curl away from her face.She smiled without opening her eyes."I know you're staring."He laughed quietly."You weren't asleep.""I was.""You just woke me up.""I didn't even touch you.
Later that evening, after they had made love, the suite was quiet once again.The only sounds were their steady breathing and the soft trickle of water from the fountain in the gardens below. Moonlight filtered through the large windows, casting a gentle glow across the room.Jack lay on his back for several moments, staring at the ceiling. His mind, however, wasn't on the beautiful hotel or the unforgettable birthday.It was on what had just happened.He turned toward Lela, who rested comfortably beside him, her head on his shoulder."Lela..."She looked up at him."Hmm?"His expression had grown more serious."We didn't use protection."She could hear the concern in his voice immediately."I think we should go to the store and get you Plan B."There was no panic in his tone—only genuine concern.He reached for her hand."I don't want us to ignore it."Lela gave his hand a reassuring squeeze."Jack...""It's okay."He searched her face."You aren't worried?"She smiled softly."Hones
Thursday nights were usually predictable. Chris would have another dinner meeting with clients, another networking event, or another reason he couldn't be home. Over the years, I had stopped asking questions. Sometimes the meetings were legitimate, sometimes they weren't, and sometimes I simply did
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