Whitney Adams and her brother, David, sat at his kitchen table. It was Sunday morning,a nd David's partner, Michael, was preparing brunch for the three of them.
"So Jack is sleeping in this morning?" David asked.
"He's so exhausted," Whitney replied. "The past few weeks have been crazy. He goes to classes at the community college in Mason three mornings a week, then works as many hours as he can get at Taverna. If he can stick it out, he'll be an EMT in another ten months."
"And then?"
"We'll see," Whitney replied with a sly smile.
"Should I buy a tux for the wedding?"
"Ooh, did I hear 'wedding'? I love weddings," Michael chimed in as he placed a picture perfect bacon and Swiss omelet on the table. He ran his hand affectionately along the back of David's shoulders before sitting down next to him. "Dig in, kids. There's enough here for all of us, and the coffee cake will be out of the oven in five minutes."
"So have you told the parents yet?"
"No." Whitney scowled. "I haven't had the courage."
"We hear you, sugar. Can you imagine what dear old Daddy will say when he finds out about us?" David said, winking at Michael.
"Point noted," Whitney replied. "Hey, speaking of the old man, yesterday I saw him coming out of the library of all places. He was talking to Jeni DuMont and they looked pretty friendly."
"Jeni DuMont? Is she that tarty woman who claims to be Lassiter's sister?" Michael asked.
"The very same."
The two men looked at each other, then back at Whitney. Simultaneously, they said, "That can't be good."
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