Chapter 4

“I’m a paralegal.”

“Oh, well, that’s pretty cool.”

Win figured that was the same as “Oh, how boring” for Randy, but let it pass. It wasn’t the worst job in the world, but he didn’t much like it himself either. Win never could figure out just what he wanted to be when he grew up. Being a paralegal was as good as any number of other office jobs and he got paid pretty well.

“Dinner is ready,” Gran announced.

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“Win and I will do the dishes,” Randy spoke up as they finished the too yummy lasagna. He’d indulged himself with two large helpings, which meant, of course, he’d have to do an hour extra on his workout tomorrow. It had been worth it.

Win smiled. “Absolutely.”