Chapter Two
Jennifer sipped a glass of brandy while she waded her way from computer screen to computer screen, looking for the information that seemed to be buried inside the machine. She could tell it would be a long afternoon.
Hearing a rap on the door, she was delighted for the diversion, even more delighted to see Michael standing in front of her, a sight for sore eyes. At least until she remembered why he was there.
“I’m not going to cook for a week at least,” he said, when she greeted him. “This is yours.” He handed her an armful of groceries.
“Thanks,” she replied, taking the bags from him. “My gosh. You’re really leaving. I can’t believe it, she said, hoping she’d hold back her tears. “So, how about one for the road, a cold beer, or I could make you a stiff warm one? Cure the J
