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“Yes.”
“Keep it.” he waves .
“I can’t. It was your grandmother’s. How could I keep it?! Really. It wouldn’t be right.”
Jack walks over to me with a drink.
“Woodford Special Edition, on the rocks,” he says.
I’m reminded of how tall and imposing he is. In a suit, he makes my heart pound in a totally different way than when he was the ripped guy in board shorts.
“Damn that smells good,” I say, as I take the rocks glass from him. I don’t take a sip yet.
“Why don’t we sit.” He directs us to the couch in the corner of his office, overlooking Lake Michigan as well as the Chicago city skyline.
“Kevin is my biological son.” He swirls the ice cubes around in his glass.
“So you dated Yoshimi? Or you used to date her? I don’t understand. That’s quite the age gap.”
He looks me dead in the eye. “Yoshimi was always a good friend of my mom’s, before she passed. So, about fourteen years ago, Yoshimi was post divorce and trying to have a kid. She couldn’t find a sperm donor. Do you know how hard it is to find one? Especially, one who you like? Anyways, it was a strange conversation. But I ended up being the donor for her child, Kevin. So, Kevin is technically my son.”
My mouth falls open. “You didn’t…do it the old fashioned way?”
He lets out a hearty laugh. “As in did I have sex with Yoshimi?”
“Yes.”
“No we did not do it ‘the old fashioned way.’ We did it the artificial way.”
“Jack, I…”
“You?” He leans in and touches the top of my shoulder.
“I have to puke,” I say.
He quickly stands up, opens the door, and directs me to the women’s bathroom, where I proceed to puke up my breakfast.
Uh-oh.
I rifle through my purse until I find the test.
I can’t believe I haven’t considered this possibility until just yesterday when my sister suggested it.
But I take it, and then head out of the bathroom without seeing the result. Jack’s waiting with a concerned look when I come out.
“Everything okay? The whisky was old, yes, but that’s supposed to make it good.”
“It’s not the whisky.”
He opens the door back up and offers a polite smile to the receptionist, who is giving the two of us a puzzled look.
“By the way, how on earth are you the CEO right now?” I ask him, holding his eyes.
“I bought this company.”
He presses me gently against the wall once we’re in the door again, his hand resting on my hip.
“Youboughtthis company?”
