"Kenzie wake up. Kenzie, wake up, sweetheart." Kenzie was in a deep slumber, hugging a pillow tightly with both her arm and her inviting legs. She was dressed in an oversized shirt and had her usual tight shorts. She felt fingers caress her cheeks and a familiar voice calling out to her.  "Kenzie." She fluttered her eyes open to see a newly bathed, Andrew Kentworthy in his sleeping wear. His white shirt loosely hugged his well-molded torso, his pajamas showing off his slender waist.  'Oh, he-llo. Am I dreaming?' She thought to herself. She could never get used to his sexiness.  Eventually, she saw him smirk and said, "I see you are getting the hang of wearing my clothes." Slowly rising from the bed, Kenzie flushed and replied, "I still have to wash my clothes, remember?" Andrew chuckled and asked, "What did you do the whole day?" 'Dreaming about you.' She smiled sheepishly and gave a white lie, "Sleep." She force

"For Andrew's sake, I will have my eye on you." Rosa's last line felt somewhat of a threat to Kenzie, but she knew better. This woman only cared for Andrew.  She pursed her lips before answering, "Well good, Rosa, because I could use the company, going around town." She smiled happily and asked, "For starters, I could use a great coffee so after I unpack, let's go grab one. My treat." Two hours later, Kenzie and Rosa found themselves at a nearby coffee shop, known to be the best around the block. It was called The Steam Beans Cafe. The establishment was classy, spacious, and refreshing at the same time, decorated with indoor plants in between tables and mostly, hanging from the ceiling.  After getting Rosa's preference for their lunch, Kenzie went to the counter to order their meal and of course, a good dose of coffee.  The coffee was late for Kenzie, but better late than having no caffeine at all.  Just as she paid

"Anything I can get you, ma'am?" Kenzie asked an old lady with wavy brown hair and expressive grey eyes, looking like she was in her seventies. For more than two hours since the woman came to the coffee shop, she had been staring at Kenzie, studying her every move. Kenzie just had to check what the lady wanted. "Well, how about a wife for my grandson? Would you like to be one?" The lady chuckled and said, "I saw you helping Mr. Chapman earlier and I think you were very sweet." Mr. Chapman was one of the cafe's regular customers. He had a hearing problem which made it very difficult to get his order straightened out, but earlier, when Kenzie took his order, she was patient with him, smiling as she showed him the options for that day's special menu. "Oh," Kenzie said before smiling back. "Mr. Chapman is such a nice man. Anyone would be more than willing to help him." "No. Not really." The lady sighed and revealed, "Some often lose their patience with him, but not you. Another th

"Afternoons," remarked Kenzie as she leaned closer to Melissa. "I guess three o'clock is girl time." Melissa chuckled after closing the cash register and said, "You could say that again. We can make it official every three in the afternoon." Pointing to Kenzie, she clarified, "For as long as it is not busy. It's coffee time for us." "Absolutely, ma'am!" Kenzie confirmed, giving Melissa a salute.  Melissa Web, her boss, and the cafe's manager was absolutely a doll. Kenzie thought she was beautiful with short red hair and azure eyes. What Kenzie liked best about Melissa was her energetic personality.  They each made themselves their own choice of coffee and drank as they chat behind the counter while there was no new customer. So far, only a few that came in during lunch stayed behind, finishing their coffee and utilizing the shop's internet.  "So Mel, what's your story? How old are you and how long have you been working h

"Andrew, you know I don't mean to hide you, right?" Kenzie massaged her temples as they stood outside the driveway of a massive mansion.  She looked up to him and tugged on his coat, saying, "It's just that, I had reservations. We just got married when I applied for the job and frankly, there are a lot of things between us that I am still not sure of." When Andrew acted to move past her, she pulled harder, now with both sides of his coat, and pointed, "But I do like you. I really, really do." How did they get into this conversation? Well, Andrew found out that Kenzie never really included in her employment data that she was married.  Andrew had an inkling. If Melissa knew Kenzie was married to a Kenworthy, she would have asked around, including his grandmother.  He had to admit it. It hurt his ego, but he kept reminding himself what he got himself into. After all, it was his idea to marry Kenzie in a flash. They did not really g