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After I returned from my visit and finished up with work for the day, Jasmine came over at six. I had the table set for two and had asked Connie to make Jasmine’s favorite—Connie’s chicken cordon bleu and potatoes au gratin. I set everything out on the table along with two small salads in preparation for the evening.
She came into the packhouse, looking stressed as usual. “How was training?” I asked, pulling her in for a kiss as soon as she walked in.
“It was fine,” she replied, pulling away. “I’m glad I finally have the day off tomorrow.”
“Connie made your favorite.” I smiled at her, taking her hand to bring her over to the dining table. “I hope you came hungry. Although, if you aren’t, I’d be happy to skip straight to dessert.” I smirked, trying to cheer her up.
She walked ove
