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was Grace Kelly-like, but what most caught my eye, was the delicate lace veil that puddled all around her. It was a work of art.
    “Is that you and your husband?” I asked Grandma.
    Her face lit up. “Yes, that’s my Leonard. The love of my life.”
    I didn’t know much about Blake’s grandma and felt a window of opportunity shining in my face.
    “How long were you married?”
    “Sixty-two years.” Her wistful voice tugged at my heartstrings.
    “How did he die?” I ventured.
    “Do you really vant to know? Five years ago. One thrust and bada bing! I vas coming and he vas going!”
    My eyes popped. Only Grandma!
    She put a silencing finger to her mouth. “Don’t tell anyvon! Our little secret. Everyvon thinks he died peacefully in his sleep.”
    Then, she clasped my hand. I promised I wouldn’t say a “vord.”
    “ Oy . Such a good man. A mensch. Her voice grew effusive. And oh vhat a shmekel. He shtupped me till the day he died.” She paused and squeezed my hand. “Blakela reminds me so much of him. You’ve given me so much nachas marrying him. Such a bashert.”
    Before I could respond, the doorbell rang. The first member of Grandma’s erotica book club filed in. Fifteen minutes later, they were all here. With their canes, dentures, reading glasses, and Kindles. One hour later, after a heated discussion of one of my favorite serials, Whitney G.’s Reasonable Doubt , which I hoped to option, I had no doubt. The book belonged on my schedule. And I had a lot to look forward to in my old age. A lot of laughs. Good friends. And gumming my hubby.

Chapter 6
    Blake
    I spent Sunday afternoon at Equinox where I played a mean game of racquetball with my best bud, Jaime Zander. I kicked his ass and hence he treated us to a round of beers at the upscale sports complex bar.
    “We set a date for the wedding,” I told him over a frothy Guinness on tap. “Saturday, December 20th.”
    “Awesome, man. Where’s it being held?”
    “At my parents’ house.” I took a swig of the golden ale. “I think Jennifer was disappointed. She was hoping it would be at her parents’ house.”
    “She’ll get over it. It’s going to be the wedding of the century.”
    I twisted my lips. “Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of. Anything my mother plans is always over the top and you can’t get in her way.”
    “I hope I’m invited.”
    I smiled at my best friend. “You’re more than invited. I want you to be my best man.”
    “Fuck, man. Get out. I’d love to. Come on, let’s toast.” He lifted his mug and clinked it against mine. “To the wedding of the century.”
    “To making it through the wedding of the century.”
    We simultaneously took a slug of the beer.
    Jaime set down his mug. “Let me give you a bachelor party.”
    “Let me think about it.”
    “Don’t think too hard. It’ll be fun. A guys’ night out.”
    “What if you get me smashed and I go MIA?” I asked, thinking about the movie The Hangover. While every guy I knew found this flick hilarious, it creeped me out. I didn’t want to miss my own wedding.
    Jaime snorted and guzzled his beer. “Don’t worry. I’ll have your back. In the meantime, why don’t you and Jen go out to dinner with Gloria and me tonight? Our treat. We’ll celebrate.”
    “Thanks, but no thanks. It’s been a crazy weekend. We’re just going to hang out. Maybe order in and watch something on Netflix.” And fuck our brains out .
    “Sounds good, man,” said Jaime, reaching for the check.
    *
    After showering, I headed home. I thought about ordering-in dinner while I was driving; I was that hungry. Maybe Thai or Chinese or something from that new Vietnamese restaurant that had opened on Westwood Boulevard. The thought of Jennifer and me feeding each other with chopsticks sent my cock into overdrive. I was hungering for her. A good game of racquetball often had that effect.
    I opened the door to my condo and was greeted by a tantalizing familiar aroma. Upon hearing me