Leaving home, Zeb drove straight to Helen's office and greeted her once she stepped outside the building.
"Hey, Helen." He smiled.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Larkin?" Helen stared at him in surprise.
"Was just missing you. You didn't have lunch, right? There's a new restaurant nearby—why don't we go try it?" he offered with a cordial look.
Helen thought about it and nodded—she was just going to eat anyway, and there was no reason to refuse.
They soon arrived at the restaurant, with Zeb enthusiastically making the orders before smiling, "What do you think we should drink?"
Helen shook her head. "I'll pass on the alcohol—I still have work to do."
Zeb gave up, and after dining for a while, he cut to the chase. "It's been years, Helen. I'm sure you know how I feel about you. I came back to the country as soon as I heard about your divorce, and I never got married because you're the only one for me."
Helen stiffened and leveled him a weird-out look. "Why are you suddenly telling me this?"
"Don't you see how I feel about you, Helen?" Zeb asked earnestly.
Helen pursed her lips awkwardly. "I understand, but I can't accept it."
"Why?" Zeb asked in confusion.
Helen smiled and sighed. "I won't lie—I may have divorced Frank, but he's still the one in my heart. I might even say he never left."
Zeb inhaled deeply, his eyes flashing viciously as he picked up a bottle. "Very well. We're still friends."
While pouring Helen a drink, he slipped a pill into her glass without her noticing.
Helen was actually surprised Zeb was being understanding enough today and drank from her cup without thinking.
After they finished their food, Helen slipped on her jacket. "Thanks for the lunch, Mr. Larkin. The next meal's on me."
Zeb nodded in silence and watched as she stood up.
Helen wobbled right then, as she felt lightheaded.
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