Aftermath

Chapter 8-Playlist

Chapter 8

"I'm sorry, it's just been a hard day—with Wezzie goin' home to Georgia and all. Why the heck do I have to cry around you every time I see you?" Lou said sounding embarrassed. "I'm not practiced in letting people help me, not used to anyone but Eloise and Trey being nice to me." She quietly confessed.

"I can tell," Voss said and he smiled at her and reached his hand over to capture the rebel tear between his fingers. He couldn't breath right around this woman.

Voss later moved to the bar area and returned with a bottle of water and a small glass of vodka and lemon. He placed the small glass in front of her and drank the water. Without making a big deal about it, Ander switched to drinking a water bottle as well and only Ivor nursed a lone Tuborg beer like it was holy water.

Final score, Habs four, Leafs three, and Voss won by being allowed to carry Lou down to the parking garage, as every one participated in the piggyback race down the hall to the private underground parking elevator to camouflage the spectacle of Voss carrying Lou.

The valet pulled up the loaner Q7 and Ander climbed in the driver's seat and Ivor the passenger. The kids didn't need an invitation and piled in the back of the eight-passenger SUV.

Voss helped her into his car. Sounding nervous, Lou gave directions for Ander to take them to her car, which was parked in a less expensive lot a few blocks away and they made their way the two blocks to her Audi A4.

It was only a small car and was a few years old. She climbed out of the SUV and hopped toward the driver's door of her car.

"You're really not going to let me drive your car? I have driven an Audi before Lou, I'm a damn spokesmen for them, and I promise if I crash it, I'll get you a bigger model. Need my employee discount to be good for something," Voss said softly behind her.

She let out a little sigh as she put some of her weight on the car. "Carter hated to drive my car. His knees always hit the steering wheel. You're a little taller than he was I think," she quietly said.

"I can manage this one time, I'm sure." He opened his hand, waiting for the key. She swallowed hard and passed it to him. He walked her around the car and opened the passenger door for her, helping her inside.

She gave him a few quick tips to get to the highway faster and turned to look several times over her shoulder to make sure Ander was following with the kids.

After a few minutes of silence, he saw that she was trying hard to suppress a smile.

"Do I get to be let in on the joke?"

"You just look like a fat lady squeezed into her Sunday girdle. I'm glad the kids didn't come with us or they would lose a leg with you having the seat pushed back so far." She let a small giggle slip.

"Well I'm glad I amuse you," he said in all sincerity.

"This would make a terrible Audi commercial. You look like a Swedish sardine in a tin can." She finally let loose and let her laughter go. It took her several minutes to get it together.

"Are you done? Do you want to make a crack about my hair being long and pretty as a lady on a Sunday or anything else while you're at it?" Voss smirked over at her.

"No, I'm good. I think I got it all out," she said then snuck another quick glance and started up again.

He picked up her iPod that was plugged in and scrolled through to most recently played.

"Let's see what little Miss Giggles has on her iPod. Let me guess, Spice Girls and Justin Bieber?" He pressed play.

The stereo blasted out at high volume: