Often (Book Two)

Chapter 5 - M

Hanni

"And you're sure we'll get the signatures on time?" I asked my assistant, who checked her watch and jotted something down in her notepad.

"Yes. Aaron's on his way over there now. We should have them back by lunch."

"Good," I said, closing the files and handing them back. "We'll give it a final look before the meeting and if everything goes—" The door to my outer office opened, and a very determined-looking Minji walked inside. My assistant let out a terrified squeak and I waved for her to go. She practically sprinted out of there.

Long legs carried her across the room in only a few strides, and she stopped just on the other side of my desk, slapping two crisp white envelopes down on a stack of marketing reports.

I looked down to the envelopes and then back up to her. "Something about this is so familiar," I said. "Which one of us is going to slam the door and storm out to the stairwell?"

She rolled her eyes. "Just open them."

"Well, good morning to you, too, Ms. Kim."

"Hanni, don't be a pain in the ass."

"You'd rather be a pain in mine?"

Her eyes softened and she leaned over my desk to kiss me. She'd gotten home late last night, long after I'd fallen asleep. I'd woken to the sound of my alarm clock to find her warm and very naked body pressed against mine. I deserved some kind of a medal for managing to leave that bed.

"Good morning, Miss Pham," she said softly. "Now open the damn envelopes."

"If you insist. But don't say I didn't warn you. Slamming things down on desks has never really ended well for us. Well, for me. Maybe you could rectify that . . ."

"Hanni."

"Fine, fine." I lifted the flap on the one with my name and pulled a printed sheet of paper from inside. "ORD to CDG," I read. "Chicago to France." I looked up at her. "They're sending me somewhere?"

Minji beamed, and frankly, she looked so good while doing it I was glad I was sitting down. "France. Marseille, to be exact. The second ticket is behind that one."

Plane tickets, one envelope for each of us. Scheduled to leave Friday. It was Tuesday already.

"I . . . I don't understand. We're going to France? This isn't about last night, is it? Because we have busy lives, Minji. These kinds of things will always happen. I promise I wasn't upset."

She rounded the desk and kneeled in front of me. "No. This isn't about last night. It's about a lot of nights. This is about me putting what's important first. And this," she said, motioning between us. "This is what's important. We haven't seen each other anymore, Hanni, and that's not going to change after the move. I love you. I miss you."

"I miss you, too. But . . . ahhh, I'm a little surprised. France is . . . really far and there's so much to do and—"

"Not just France. A private house—a villa. It belongs to my friend Kai, the one I went to school with? And it's beautiful and huge and empty," she added. "With a giant bed, several of them. A pool. We can cook and walk around naked; we don't even have to answer the phone if we don't want to. Come on, Han."

"I love that you threw in the walking-around-naked part," I said. "Because that's most definitely how you'd close the deal."

She moved closer, clearly aware my resolve was breaking. "I pride myself on always knowing my opponent, Miss Pham. So what do you say? Come with me? Please?"

"Jesus, Minji. It's like ten in the morning and you're killing me with the swoons here."

"I debated tranquilizing you and throwing you over my shoulder, but that might make things sticky at customs."