Snapshot

by Kay Cove

“Well, now I feel bad for not taking you guys out somewhere nice.” “Out?” I scoff like the notion is ridiculous. “Then I would’ve had to put on underwear. Staying in is perfect.” Dex levels a stare at me, his expression flattening, and I feel the heat in my cheeks. “You’re not wearing⁠—” “Just a bad joke, Dex. Sorry.”

“Can I tell you something?” He locks eyes with me. “Sometimes with Leah…it’s really hard to read her because she so easily misses all the signs. I don’t want to come on too strong. But I’m into her…really fucking into her. So much so, it’s driving me insane.” It feels like salt in the wound but I smile and nod like it’s good news. I step out of his way, and he squeezes my shoulder as he passes. “Why not tell her how you feel?” He spins around and sucks in his lips as he looks at me. Once again, he’s taking his time to calculate his response. I hate how he does that. It makes me feel like our conversation is a game of chess I’m about to lose. He finally answers, a faraway look in his eyes, “It’s simple. She’s a flight risk. And I can’t afford to lose her.”

“Did Jacob implement any of this?” “No, he never got the chance. And anyway, it wasn’t a real plan, just a way to get me into a good college.” Dottie’s eyes snap to mine, and she surveys my face. “But this business plan is very good. You wrote this when you were eighteen?” I nod. “Just about.” “Do you know how many pitches and business plans come across my desk? All from professionals who never once think to include ethical business practices, checks and balance systems, and giving back to the community in their five-year plans. You wrote this based on how the business could better society instead of simply how the business could drive revenue. That takes maturity far beyond your years, Lennox. Very impressive. I have a feeling you were a natural in your business ethics classes?” I feel the flicker of shame I always do when this topic comes up. “I never ended up going to school. My scholarship wasn’t enough, and my student loans got messed up. I… I couldn’t afford it.” “Oh, that’s such a shame,” Dottie says. “It’s impossible to afford school for many students these days. It wasn’t like that in my generation.” I shrug like it doesn’t bother me. “All for the best. I probably would’ve failed out. Numbers and statistics aren’t my strength. I’ve heard those pesky things are necessary in business school.” I shoot her a playful wink. “Sweetheart, I’ve been in business for a very long time. Numbers aren’t what you need to be a successful leader,” Dottie says, setting the box down....

Daisies, daisies, daisies, They follow me into the ocean. They haunt my sweetest dreams. My heart is detached from my body, lying in a field of white flowers. A long, full life is a curse. Every single breath that staves off death keeps me away from you. Pink lips. Rosy cheeks. I let you go in this life. But you’re mine in the next. I promise.

“She liked you, I promise. I have no idea what that was. She’s been having breakdowns left and right lately. I think she might be sick. I’m starting to really worry about her,” Dex says. I turn to face him. “She’s not sick, Dex. Don’t you see it? Your grandmother and Jacob were obviously lovers.” “What?” He looks torn between disgusted and offended. “She married my grandpa at twenty. Are you suggesting she had an affair?” “No. I’m saying you don’t have to be with someone to love them.” “Len, I’m not saying my grandma had the perfect marriage, but she loved my grandpa a lot. She loved my mother and her family. She was a faithful woman.” I pat his knee and apologize. “I never meant to question your grandma’s integrity. Forget what I said.” But I got a glimpse of the truth based on the look in Dottie’s eyes. There’s love. And then there’s love. That kind that gives you no choice in the matter. Jacob once told me that love is an innate force beyond our will and comprehension. It’s how the universe humbles the stubborn human race, hellbent on forging destructive new paths. Love is how the universe stays in control of our fates. Some people can see that and accept it. Others ignore it and let it slip right by, living half-lives. Dottie’s tears tell me there’s more to the story than just a long-lost friend. Did she and Jacob live their lives full of regret?

finally at peace. The gnawing ache of longing soothed. “Dex Hessler, we were never friends. We were just waiting.” “Waiting for what?” he asks. “I have no idea. Something big.”

“No one’s ever touched me like you do. I come at the mere thought of you. Stop being jealous, Dex. I’ve been yours since the very moment we met. And now that we’ve established that, you can have what’s yours, however you want.”

“How do you want me?” he murmurs as he switches to my other breast. “Greedy, Mr. Hessler. Angry. Hard. I want to meet your dark side this morning.” His sexy smile disappears instantly, lustful need filling every inch of his expression. “I’m done with the jealousy, Lennox. If I ever find out you’re thinking about another man, I won’t end us. I’ll end him. Don’t ever make me miss you again. Do you understand?” I nod. “Use your words if you want to come this morning,” he growls. “Yes.” “Sir.” With obnoxious exaggeration, I look around the room. “Is someone joining us? Who the hell are you calling, ‘Sir?’” I cackle at my own sass, expecting Dex to laugh along. Instead, he thrusts two fingers inside of me with no warning. I yelp and clamp my legs shut, but that just ignites something even more grisly in him. He rips his hand away and stares at me like I just slapped him. “Did you close your legs on me?” I shake my head, spreading my knees, putting myself right back on display. He clicks his tongue. “And now you’re lying. What am I going to do with you?”

“Oh shit, baby. Your ass is already bright pink. I took that too far.” He hunches over me, his stomach pressed against my back. “I’ll stop.” I turn my head, looking over my shoulder. When I find his cheek, I plant a firm kiss. “Don’t you dare. Just a little harder. And don’t let me come until the end. We’ll both come once.” His cheek twitches against my lips. I can’t see his expression in this position, but I can feel his smile. “Why? If I could come multiple times in a row, I would. If you’ve got the superpower, use it.” I chuckle. “The teasing makes me feverish, Dex. I’m telling you what I want. I like the anticipation as much as finishing. Maybe more.” “I want that in writing so I don’t get in trouble for keeping you on the edge for hours.” “Fine. Fuck first, sign later. Now, back in character. Chop, chop.” I peck his cheek again, then bury my head back in the pillow, hoisting my hips up as high as I can.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs. “Are you getting wet for me, baby? Or are you still wet for me? Hm? I thought I wore you out last night, but you can’t get enough, can you?” The clank of his belt unbuckling makes my stomach lurch. I freeze, now alert and tense. Oh no. How dark is his dark side? There’s a whoosh as he yanks his belt free of the belt loops. “Wait, wait. Dex, please wait. I’ve never been belted. Not too hard.” “Are you fucking crazy?” He sounds so aghast, I can’t help but peer over my shoulder to check his reaction. Dex looks exactly like he sounds, as if I just admitted that murder turns me on. “Do you trust me?” he asks, and I nod in response. “Good. Lie on your back and hold your hands out in front of you.” Flipping and flopping, foreplay with Dex is starting to feel like exercising. I do as he says, folding my hands together. He wraps his belt around my wrists twice, then secures the hook so my arms are inseparable. “I appreciate your kinky spirit, Trouble, but I’m here to pleasure and protect you. Not to traumatize you, sweet wife. I can make you feel so fucking alive without the welts and bruises. My belt is to keep you still. Now hold your arms over your head. You move them and there’ll be no teasing. I’ll make you come in a heartbeat, and then we’re finished.” “Yes…” I narrow my eyes. “Sir.” “That’s much better, sassy.” The

“It feels a little weird?” I watch the worry lines form on her forehead. “Yes.” “Forget how this happened, Lennox. Let’s just be glad it did. It doesn’t feel weird to me.” She smiles. “How does it feel for you?” I search my mind for the best answer. All I want is to put her mind at ease. “It feels like my favorite memory. Like I returned to a home I didn’t even know I had.” She puckers her bottom lip. “You are so good at that. The way you speak to me…” “It’s all the PR and public speaking training. I was born to be in corporate or politics.”

“Roll your eyes at me again,” I say, dropping my voice to a husky whisper. “I’ll bend you over this counter and spank you.” She chuckles as she clamps her knees tightly around my waist. “Go ahead and do your worst, Mr. Hessler.”

“Lennox,” she finally says. “You’re too kind.” “Thank you.” I show her a sheepish smile of modesty, but her expression grows grim, and she slowly shakes her head back and forth. “No, sweetheart, you’re too kind. They are going to chew you up and spit you out in Miami.” My heart thuds heavily at her bizarre warning, but I don’t have time to ask for clarity.

“You guys like Dex,” I mutter. “Don’t forget that.” Dad grumbles something inaudible under his breath. “Okay, asked and answered… Do you wish I married Alan instead?” I place the plastic bag between my feet and recline to match Dad’s angle. He reaches across the center console and pats my knee. “Did you love Alan?” My heavy heart aches like it always does when this comes up. The guilt hasn’t absolved, but the truth is getting easier to tell with each day. “Not in the way he deserved.” Dad’s eyes are forward, the flickering lights hanging on either side of the garage illuminating his face. It’s time to change the bulbs. “And Dex?” “Yeah,” I breathe out. “I love him. I haven’t told him yet.” Dad pulls down on his face, tugging on his skin. “Do you see the central issue we’re having? You haven’t admitted to your husband that you love him?” I groan. “I already explained how sudden everything was and why.” “I understand helping your friend with a legality, and I’d understand falling in love with your friend. It’s this gray area you’re in that has me worried. Does Dex feel the way about you that you do about him? Because I’ve seen men like him go to greater lengths than falsely professing their love to see a deal through.” “Daddy, you don’t understand. He’s different.”

“I want you to promise me that every single decision you make for the next year is with love in your heart and not money on your mind. Stay true to yourself because I refuse to lose you, Lenny. Not while I’m still breathing.”

“Watch me all you want. I have nothing to hide. I’m just surprised you didn’t call.” “I’m sorry.” He’s quiet for so long, I know I made him feel bad. “I was in back-to-back meetings and I just…” “Oh, hey, I’m messing with you. I’m not trying to be clingy.” “Please be clingy,” Dex says simply. “Lets me know you’re thinking of me, which is nice because I’m always thinking of you. Len…I’m sorry. I promised I’d be there and I’m not there. Clearly, I’m under the Hessler curse.” “It’s fine,” I assure him. But it’s not lost on me that we’re already starting this marriage with broken promises. Dex said he’d be here, and he’s not. I said I’m okay with it… Am I? “I understand you have to work. It’s okay.”

“You’re looking down on me either extremely pleased or wildly horrified, aren’t you?” I ask out loud. “I hope that you’re happy Dex chose me. I promise you, Dottie, I’ll take good care of him. I love him.” I wave my hand around the office, gesturing to the luxury finishings. “Not for any of this, but I fell for him because…” Actually, I don’t know how to finish my sentence. I want to say it’s because Dex is kind and sweet to me. But so was Alan. No, with Dex, it just feels like fate. Like I had no say in the matter. We met, and then my entire romantic life became a game of resisting fate and then finally succumbing to it.

“You think I’m an asshole?” “No,” she whispers. “You tricked me, Dex Hessler. You got me to fall for you well before I knew the stakes.” “I’m sorry, baby… About not preparing you. But making you fall for me was the smartest thing I ever did.”

“Thank you,” I murmur against her skin. “For what?” “After business trips, I usually return to a house. This time, I’m returning to a home.” “You’re returning home to a hot mess express of a wife who just humiliated you in the media. I gossiped like a schoolgirl about my boy toy to a fucking rat of a human being.” “Embarrassed me?” I ask, smirking into her neck. “I didn’t actually read the article. What else is in there about me and my dick?” “Nothing. Just that you’re well-groomed and have long, thick fingers and know how to use them,” she mumbles hurriedly. I burst out laughing. “None of that is embarrassing for me. Flattering, actually.” “There’s a forum on Reddit of women who say they’d be willing to—and I quote—‘skull and crossbones emoji’ me if it meant they’d have a chance with you.” “Hence the need for security.” “Dex—” “Len, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. What do I need to do to make you feel safe?” She turns her head so her lips are close to mine. I’m just grateful she’s in my arms. Naked, wet, warm. All I want is to taste her lips, but the worry lines on her forehead are keeping me from claiming what’s mine. “Just be here with me as much as you can. Help me do a good job at all this. I don’t want to let you down.” “Okay.”

She never got a chance to send these. Jacob missed everything. He died never knowing how much she still loved him.

Dex makes a beeline to the cupboard behind the desk. He retrieves a crystal decanter of amber liquid and two matching glasses. Looking over his shoulder, he raises an eyebrow. “No protests? This is brandy.” “After today, I think I’ll try a stiff drink.” He sighs heavily as he fills both glasses, one more full than the other. After joining me on the small sofa, he hands me the smaller one. “Take a little swig and let it sit on your tongue for a moment. Once you swallow, immediately exhale.” I follow his instructions, taking a generous sip. As I breathe out, the bitter burn of the liquid seems to dissipate with my breath. “I’d give you crap about mansplaining how to drink bourbon, but that actually helped.”

“I’ve never had somebody hate me like that for simply existing. That sucked.” “I’m so sorry. I…what they asked for…” His jaw tenses. “Inexcusable.” “I mean, it kind of makes sense, though⁠—” “Lennox,” Dex scolds. “Absolutely not.” “Just hear me out… What are you going to do? Fire everyone who is uncomfortable with me as the CEO? Hell, Dex. I’m uncomfortable with me as the CEO. What if your team quits on you?” Dex shrugs. “Let them quit. Or I’ll fire them one by one until I have a team who respects where my priorities lie.” Glancing up at his hazel eyes, I ask, “Being?” “Everything else in my life can break and shatter…except us. You’re my priority, Lennox. It’s as simple as that. I’ll get rid of anyone who threatens my happily ever after.” “Are you thinking with your heart or head?” I ask him, trailing my thumb along his tense jaw. “Because one of us has to be reasonable, and when it comes to you, I’m all heart, Dex.” “Glad to hear it,” he says. “Forget about today. Let me handle the board. After I made an example out of Jensen, they are all walking around on eggshells. Clearly, they all would like to keep their jobs.” “Yeah, and it’s fantastic to know that the people who report to me hate me.” I scoff and take another swig of my drink, but this time, I forget to breathe, and the bitter burn catches me in the back of my throat. “They don’t hate you. They fear you. It’s uncomfortable for them to realize I have loyalty to more than Hessler Group now. They are used to leaders...

Lennox must get sleepy because she feels a little heavier as her body relaxes on top of mine. “Hmmm, I’m so tired,” she mumbles, “don’t let me drown in here.” “Never.” I kiss the top of her head. “How do you feel?” “Probably sore tomorrow,” she says with a weak laugh. “But tonight, I’m perfect. How was that for you?” “Addicting,” I admit. “I love you, Lennox. So much.” She lets out a sweet, low hum. “Thank you… I’m still saving mine. Moment’s not quite right.” I chuckle softly. “Okay, then. Save it. Come on, let me put you to bed.” She shakes her head, her damp hair dragging across my chest. “No, can’t move,” she mutters. “Let’s sleep here.” “In the tub?” She gripes and protests as I push her up by the shoulders so I can slip out from behind her. I grab two towels, then quickly dry myself off. Lennox scowls at me, still seated in the tub. “Come on, baby, all you have to do is stand. I’ll do the rest.” She rises excruciatingly slowly, making me laugh. Once she’s upright, I wrap the fresh towel around her, then scoop her up in my arms. She squeals when her feet leave the ground. I carry my wife over the threshold between the bathroom to our bedroom and lay her gently on her side of the bed. I pull the towel from her body and wrap her in the sheet and comforter instead. As best I can, I dry her hair so her pillow isn’t drenched. “You take such good care of me. You must like me or something.” She flashes me a smart smile. “Yeah, Trouble, you’re all right.” I kiss the tip of he...

“I didn’t realize you were bringing company,” Kat says, rising when she sees us approach. I point to the lattes on the table. “Well, we’ll wait. I’m sure the kitchen has time to poison one more.” She grumbles. “Okay, I suppose I deserve that. Look, Lennox. I’m sorry. It was all in good fun. Just entertainment. No one takes that column seriously. The world has a very short attention span⁠—” “I read the article. There was nothing entertaining about it,” Spencer seethes. Kat lifts an eyebrow at Spencer. “You brought a guard dog?” Spencer pulls out her phone from her clutch. “Nope. A videographer. Mess with my boss again, and I will blast your ass all over snaketok, cheatertok, cringeytok, and lemontok.” “You’re making these up,” Kat replies. “Those can’t be real TikTok hashtags.” “Try me,” Spencer snaps back.

“Are you unhappy? Be honest.” I place my hand on his cheek. “I’m so happy when you’re here. But, when you’re gone, I’m…” “Not,” he finishes for me. “And I’m gone more often than not.” “Exactly,” I admit.

“Len, I don’t want to trap you in a life you hate. I don’t want us to have a marriage like my grandparents or their parents before them, where we lead separate lives and grow to secretly resent each other. Is that where we’re headed?” “I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “But you know what I do know?” “What’s that?” I smile at him. “I love you, Dex. With my whole heart. Always have, always will.” He kisses my forehead. “Perfect timing. I needed to hear that right now. I love you too.”

“Wait, Dex, there’s something I need to tell you about Denny,” I say, clamping my legs shut, squeezing the life out of his hand. There’s a smirk on his face. Like he’s thrilled I just denied him. “Did you just close your legs on me?” I nod slowly, once again glancing at the box on the table. “I hate to pile on, but there’s something else you need to know… I don’t know how to say it.” “Are you leaving me?” “No,” I assure him with wide, horrified eyes. “Is it medical? Are you hurt? Is someone else hurt?” Puzzled, I answer, “No.” “Then I don’t care right now. We can talk later.” “Dex…you can’t possibly want sex.” He glances down at his crotch, proving me wrong. The obvious thick bulge is my clear answer. “Why wouldn’t I want to feel close to you?” “Because I just fucked your whole company up. You treat me with kid gloves, but admit it, if I were anybody else on the leadership team, you’d be ripping me a new one right now. I messed up. It’s okay if you’re angry with me.” He scowls at me. “Yeah, so mad,” he says sarcastically, but then he pumps his eyebrows at me. “Bad girl.” “Dex.” “What?” he asks with a light laugh. “I’m sorry—you want me to be upset? I can’t. Sure, it’s an inconvenience, but it’s not lost on me that even on my worst days, I’m not alone. Lennox, never forget that all you do is add to my life, not take away. I never needed a business guru of a wife. I just wanted someone who sticks by me even in the worst of times. I wanted a partner… My best friend. You’ve be...

“That’s what this is? Payback for messing up?” I ask breathlessly. It dawns on me that Dex might actually be working out his aggression on my rear. He leans over me from behind, one hand wrapping around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze hard, just a little pressure as he whispers into my ear, “You messed up. But you’re my wife, and you have my loyalty in all things. So, when I punish you, it’s not because I’m angry. It’s because you love it.”

Dear Dottie, I can imagine what’s going through your mind at the moment. If you’re angry with me for reading your letters, I’m sorry. Perhaps you think I’m angry with you for the contents. I assure you, I’m not. Actually, I’m thinking of how little I know you after four decades of marriage. How much you like to write, your favorite flower, your worries and fears in the office. I suppose I never took the time to get to know you all these years together, which is why none of your beautiful, heartbreaking love letters are to me. I know the man I am. I am a product of my parents and their parents before them. Maybe that’s why I was so drawn to you. Somehow, I sensed you could break the cycle. My original intention was to become more like you. In the end, I fear I changed your heart more than I allowed you to change mine. And for that, I’m sorry. You deserved better, my sweetheart. I never thanked you for being loyal when you could’ve strayed. Where I was weak, you were strong. You gave me a family when I thought I’d never have one. And please know, Dottie, in my way, to the best of my ability, which I know has been unimpressive, I do love you. I miss our daughter every day. She may be Jacob’s, but she’s also mine. We shouldn’t have hidden Melody’s adoption. It was never a shameful thing. Becoming her father was the pride and joy of my life. And now, Dex is just as much a piece of me. In a way, the son I always dreamed of having. I am so proud of him. He only has the good parts...

“What’s worrying you?” “Will I do that to our kids?” I clear my throat. “Well, I’d very much prefer you don’t cheat on me and expect me to raise your love child.”

“With everything that happened…it got me thinking. Maybe it’s time for Hessler Group to go public. We can take on investors and hire a board who actually gets to make decisions. The burden wouldn’t be all mine anymore. We could walk away and have a normal life if you want. Move back into the Las Vegas house, be neighbors with Finn and Avery. See your parents every weekend. What do you think?” What do I think? It’s my dream come true. But I can’t help but wonder if that’s what’s best for Dex. “Going public means pretty much giving up your company, right? If you have a real board in power, they could fire you as they please.” “Yes, and they most definitely would. Their decisions would be made on the biggest profit margins, not about what’s best for the employees and customers.” “Then why would you even consider that?” I ask, gripping the phone tighter in my hand. “Because I don’t want to waste away in an office like Grandma and Harrison. I also don’t want to lose you like Jacob lost Grandma. I want to see you every day I’m alive. I want to be there for our future kids and have priorities that matter. After forty years of marriage, I don’t want to be writing apology letters to you as you pine for another man. I refuse to let the woman I love live a lonely life.” “Dex, I won’t⁠—” The front door opens behind me, and Avery peeks her head around the door. “Hey, I thought I heard you out here. Am I interrupting?” “It’s Dex,” I tell her. “Oh, okay,” she says, stepping out onto the ...

“Señor Hessler,” he says when he’s wrapped up his conversation. “Great news. We got a report from a few divers just coming up. There are at least two sharks down there.” Shark. My stomach flips as the dread washes over me. Dex’s eyes widen and he shakes his head fervently at the boat captain. He unsubtly nods his head toward me. “Some of us are a little skittish around big marine life.” “Well, this was an almost fun dive trip,” I say, flashing Dex a disingenuous smile. I start unbuckling my equipment. “What should we do for lunch? I’m craving shrimp tacos.” “Lennox, we’re all the way out here. It’s beautiful dive conditions and nurse sharks are bottom feeders. They are harmless unless you swim right up and punch one in the gills. I promise it’s okay.” “Oh no, no, no, buddy. Don’t even think about it. I’m not going anywhere near a shark.” “They’re basically sea puppies,” Dex says. “Sweet and peaceful.” “And they’re vegetarian!” the boat captain adds with a chuckle. “Not helpful,” I say, unimpressed with his sarcastic joke. “There are big sea turtles down there. Rays too. So many big, colorful fish. Stunning coral in kaleidoscope colors. It’s breathtaking, Len. Don’t you want to see?” I pucker my bottom lip and nod. “A little. But I can’t do sharks. Any kind of shark.” Dex stands in front of me, refastening my vest one buckle at a time. “You helped me face my fear. Let me help you face yours. Do you trust me?” “I do, Dex. But I’m scared.” “I know. But I’ll be right there wit...

“What’s on your mind?” “I feel really close to Dottie right now.” She picks up the picture she set beside her, then scoots closer to my side. I wrap my arm around her shoulder, and she cuddles in next to me. “We both sat here, pregnant…in love.” She hands me the Polaroid. “You can’t know she was pregnant in this picture.” “Yes, I can. See the way he’s looking at her? Like it hurts… I bet you this was the night they said goodbye. They must’ve taken a picture to mark a memory. She was pregnant and walking away from the love of her life. And it broke him to let them go.” I stare at the picture, trying to make sense of the situation. “If they were that in love, he shouldn’t have let her go. He should’ve fought harder to make something of himself and take care of his family.” Lennox turns down her lips and shakes her head. “I guess that’s one way to look at it. You were born into privilege. But when you have nothing and your family’s wellbeing is at stake…that is love. Wanting what’s best for them even if that means saying goodbye.” I put my hand over Lennox’s stomach. “That’s not my kind of love. There’s no goodbye for us, Len. You’re stuck with me forever.” I wink. “Make your peace with it.”

“What’s going to happen to this place?” I grunt as Dex tugs me to my feet. “I have no idea.” He collects my sandals and slips them back on my feet one by one. A little off balance with my belly getting bigger, I have to brace myself with my hand on his shoulder. Dex rises and then scours my face as I flutter my eyelashes at him. “Oh, no,” he murmurs as if he can read my mind. I nod. “Oh, yeah.” “Baby…no. The renovations would be worth more than the property itself. We can find a much nicer place closer to the office.” When we first moved back to Las Vegas, I insisted we keep Dex’s old home. Yes, we could’ve purchased something far more extravagant, but I didn’t want luxury. I wanted happiness. We have dinner with Avery and Finn at least twice a week. My parents come over, and Dex fires up the grill almost every single weekend. We conceived our son on the very bed where I tried to kiss Dex for the first time…and he turned me down. I still like to remind him of that from time to time. “No, Dex, this place. We have to. Yes, the renovations will cost a small fortune, but we have it. They may take years, but that just means it’ll be ready when we have to come back. This is where we’re going to raise our family. Where Dottie and Jacob started everything.” With a pleading look in my eyes, I cradle my sweet baby boy. My son would love this view, I’m sure of it. Dex looks around, a pained expression on his face. “It’s thirty minutes from the office, Len. Maybe an hour with traffic....