"Stop it." Vivian said softly.

"But why," Scott questioned softly, taking the glass from her unprotesting fingers and placing it on the table next to his, "Why do you say that? When you don’t really want me to stop it?’

"Yes, I do, Mr Mc—"

"Scott…" he corrected again.

"Scott" she whispered, but he must have read the lie in her eyes and on her lips.

"I don’t think so. I know it's been tough at work—but we’re no longer at work. No one from the office is even here so we are ...