BEN

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Silly woman, thinking she owed him a gift because he gave her an engagement ring. He didn't need a gift.

He had her. He had his health, his job, a roof over his head, food on the table.

He watched Michelle fondly as she hurried around the kitchen, gathering ingredients for a homemade marinade.

"Can I help with anything?" he asked.

He figured she would turn him away, but he owed it to her to at least ask. He'd been pretty crappy to her in the last few days.

"I mean... Well, if you want to open the wine..."

"I can do that." He got glasses from the cupboard and found the corkscrew in a drawer.

A few quick twists, and then chardonnay was cascading into the glasses.

"For you," he said, handing her one. "You sure I can't help with anything?"

"I'm sure. I'll let you know if that changes."

"Good enough." He took a sip of his wine. "I'm going to go make a phone call for work real quick, alright? Then I'll be right back."

She didn't respond.

He stood and watched her a moment longer before sighing and leaving the kitchen.

He made his phone call in the bedroom, a three-and-a-half-minute chat with a fellow businessman.

With the rate at which he was making deals, he'd be able to give Michelle everything she'd always wanted, and soon.


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