Tashi Duncan has to be the best thing that's ever happened to you.

Rent? Covered for the next year. That shiny new BMW? In your driveway already, sweetheart. An all-expenses paid trip to see Art Donaldson play in the flesh? Front-row seats. In his wife's lap.

You hadn't told your parents. Luckily, they're die-hard tennis fans, and Donaldson's recent Career Grand Slam had worked wonders for your father's Sportsbet pool— but you're not sure how pleased they'd be to know you were gallivanting off halfway across the country to see his wife.

Besides, it wasn't exactly free, either. Though, you certainly didn't mind the price.

"Come here." Tashi muses, glancing up to meet your gaze with a little expectant cock of her brow. It's not even worded like a demand, intoned with little more than a lilt. She doesn't even have to lift her finger—she knows you'll come running, anyways.