Howard chuckled as they crossed the street. "Well done, Brooke. You weren't kidding when you said you memorized some facts."

"Wait...I have one more," she said proudly. "Although the meteors can be seen anywhere in the sky, they actually radiate from Aquarius." She stopped and took a small bow. "And now I'm done."

Laughing, Howard stood beside her and clapped. "You did a great job." They continued walking along with the throngs of people.

"Thank you. Not that I'm ready to hold my own with a group of astrophysicists, but I have to admit it might be nice to have at least a basic level of understanding of what's going on and a couple of facts tucked away to pull out if needed."

When her uncle didn't respond, Brooke got a sinking sensation in her belly.

She wasn't going to Red Rock.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry, she chanted to herself.

Softly, she cleared her throat and willed away the tears as she looked around. "So...um...how about that hot dog place you've been bragging about?"

Howard came to an abrupt halt. "You want hot dogs for lunch? You're always telling me you don't like them and all the reasons why I shouldn't eat them."

Shrugging, she did her best to smile. "Sometimes a girl just wants some junk food. Are you saying you don't want them?"

"Huh? Uh...no. No. That's not what I'm saying at all. I was just trying to give you an out if you want it."

"I'm good."

They walked in silence for the two blocks to Howard's favorite lunch haunt. At the counter, Brooke told her uncle to get her whatever he was having while she went and grabbed a booth for them. To be honest, she was happy to have a few minutes to herself. As she sat, she realized she was shaking. Damn it.

What happened? For days Brooke had been marveling at how great she and Owen had gotten along-how they'd just...clicked. How could she have possibly been so wrong?

Deep breaths, she reminded herself. There was a chance she was misreading the situation-the current one with her uncle. Maybe he wasn't going to tell her she wasn't going to work with Owen at Red Rock. Maybe something else was bothering him.

Then she immediately shook that off. Other than her parents, there was no one she was closer to than her uncle. And just like she could never hide anything from him, there wasn't anything he could hide from her. At least he never had before.

And she kind of hoped this time was going to be the first.

"Okay," Howard said as he slid into the booth across from her, "you are in for a treat. I got you a traditional Chicago-style hot dog, a side of fries, and a Coke." He placed the plate of food in front of her along with her drink and then set up his own food before sliding the plastic tray to the side.

Brooke studied the mess of food in front of her with a combination of dread and curiosity. "Um...what exactly am I eating?" she asked with a nervous chuckle.

"That, my dear, is a classic Chicago-style hot dog-also known as a Chicago dog or Chicago red hot. It's an all-beef frankfurter on a poppy seed bun, and it originated right here in the city of Chicago. Hence the name. It's topped with yellow mustard, chopped white onions, sweet pickle relish, a dill pickle spear, tomato wedges, pickled sport peppers, and a dash of celery salt. Trust me when I say it is a feast for your taste buds."

Somehow she doubted that. "Um...back home we do it with sauerkraut, spicy brown mustard, and onions in red sauce. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to eat this. Do I cut it up or...?"

"Watch and learn," he said, picking up his hot dog and taking a giant bite out of it. The look of pure joy on his face made Brooke smile. When he finished chewing, he motioned for Brooke to pick hers up. "Go ahead. Try it!"

To say that she had made a huge error in suggesting this place for lunch was an understatement. Other than the hot dog and bun, there wasn't anything else on there Brooke would eat-at least not together like this. Looking up she saw that her uncle was watching her expectantly, and she figured he wasn't going to take another bite of his own lunch until she tried hers.

"Okay," she said hesitantly. "Here goes nothing." The hot dog was awkward to handle, and she took a minute to figure out how she was going to even take one complete bite because the damn thing was so big and cluttered with toppings. Finally, she thought screw it and took a bite and... "Holy crap! That's good!"

Howard laughed out loud with pleasure. "I knew it! I knew you'd like it!" Then he took another bite of his sandwich, and all was quiet until they were done. He was wiping his hands with a paper napkin when he spoke again. "Now that I've introduced you to some of Chicago's finest cuisine, is it fair to say we can come here again?"

"We definitely can," she agreed. "I cannot believe how much I enjoyed that. It's certainly not an easy thing to eat-it's incredibly messy but well worth it."

"Excellent! I knew if you gave it a chance you'd like it. Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy a New York hot dog just like everyone else, but there is something about a Chicago dog that is just...well, it's more like an experience than just a meal."

Brooke laughed. "I don't know if I'd go that far, but it was very good." She took a sip of her drink before growing serious. "So what's going on, Uncle Howard? You looked a little...distracted when I arrived at your office earlier. Is everything all right?"

And right before her eyes, his expression seemed to close. Gone was the happiness of just moments ago, and his shoulders slumped.

"I had a visit from Owen this morning."

Damn it. For once it didn't feel good to be right. Fiddling with her napkin, she let her gaze drop to the table. "Oh? Did you give him those contracts you mentioned the other day?" It seemed like a good way to let him break the news to her gently. Although maybe it would be better to rip the Band-Aid off quickly.

"He doesn't want to look at the contracts," he replied sadly. Brooke looked up at his tone. Howard shrugged. "Owen seems to feel like he's done traveling so much. He wants to find one university to teach and study and work at and cut back on the lecture tours."

"And that's upsetting to you...why?" she asked curiously.

It took a moment for Howard to speak again. "I see a lot of myself in Owen. When I was his age, I was an extreme introvert."

Brooke couldn't help but smile. "I still can't picture that. You were never like that around us."

"You're family. Family is like a safe zone. It's comforting and familiar and easy to relax around them. But once I was at work and back here in Chicago, I was a different person. I wasn't comfortable in my own skin." He chuckled. "Isn't that how you described Owen?"

She nodded.

"Anyway, I remember going to a conference in California. San Diego. I didn't want to go and did everything I could to get out of it. I argued with all of my colleagues about the validity of making a conference mandatory. After months of carrying on, I finally accepted the assignment. But in my mind, I knew I was going to hate it-every moment of it."

"What was the conference about?"

"It was on theoretical astrophysics," he replied.

Brooke just nodded because she had a feeling the description would be way over her head. "And you didn't think it was necessary?"

"Of course not!" he laughed. "I thought I knew it all. I still do sometimes." He shrugged. "The thought of going across the country and having to stay at a hotel with a bunch of people I didn't know was beyond unappealing. But in the end I went."

"And you hated it?"

He shook his head. "On the contrary, I loved it. That conference changed my life."

Her eyes went wide. "It did? How?"

"That's where I met your Aunt Marie."

"Really? I didn't know she was a scientist too."

"She wasn't," he said, his voice turning a little whimsical. "She worked at the hotel where the conference was being held. Her job was assisting the event coordinator. She spent a lot of time walking around the convention center and checking on the rooms and making sure everything was stocked and clean. Those first few days I was there, I always found a room that wasn't in use in between my workshops and just sort of sat by myself to decompress a little."

She didn't push him to say more-knowing he was getting lost in his own memories.

"The first time I talked to her, I was kind of a jerk. I was so prepared for her to tell me to get out of the room that I sort of went on the attack first." He shook his head and let out a small chuckle. "When she said she completely understood my need to hide out for a little bit, I relaxed. So I went back to that room the next day in hopes of seeing her again."

"And did you?" Brooke asked, finding herself getting engrossed in his story.

He nodded. "She came in, and this time I helped her move chairs around. We talked about her job, and she asked about mine and if I was enjoying the conference. At that point, I hadn't done much, but I told her it was okay."

"Did you go back there again the next day?"

Howard grinned. "I did. And this time I brought some snacks and drinks for us to share. We had a little picnic."

"That sounds nice...very sweet."

"It was. I asked her to dinner that night, and she said yes. Believe it or not, she was the first woman I ever asked out who wasn't a colleague." He smiled and shook his head. "I was so damn nervous. We ate at a restaurant right across the street from the hotel because I didn't rent a car and I didn't want her to drive us anywhere-I'm old-fashioned that way. And we stayed out all night talking. When the restaurant closed, we just went back across the street to the hotel and sat outside by the pool until the sun came up."

Brooke gasped. "That's amazing!"

"It certainly was. Luckily she didn't have to work that day. I had lectures to go to, and when she left to go home, she said she'd see me later. Imagine my surprise when she showed up at our room during my break."

"Wow," Brooke sighed. "I love that."

"But I lived in Chicago, and she lived in San Diego, and I knew at the end of the week I'd be leaving."

"So what did you do? I mean...I know she eventually came to Chicago, but how long did it take?"

"She flew home with me that weekend."

"No!"

Howard smiled broadly. "Yes," he said. "It was something we both felt strongly about. Neither of us wanted a long-distance relationship."

"But...how? I mean...you barely knew each other!"

"Scandalous, right?" he teased. "Actually, the hotel set up a transfer for her to one of its properties here. The manager wasn't happy to do it on such short notice, but her supervisor was a friend and pulled some strings. And up until that point, Marie had been staying with a friend because her apartment lease ended the month before and she hadn't found anything new. It was perfect timing."

"Aww...I still can't believe you moved in together so quickly!"

"Oh, Marie didn't move in with me."

"She didn't?"

He shook his head. "I paid for her to stay at the hotel for a week, and we found her a small apartment close to mine. And once she was settled in, she sort of...drew me out of my shell. She forced me to get out and socialize. I started making friends with people I didn't work with. We traveled. We went to plays and movies and galleries, and for the first time in my life, I was living."

Her heart squeezed in her chest because of how passionately he spoke.

"Your aunt? She was an amazing woman. And if I hadn't gone to that conference, I never would have known her. I never would have experienced the greatest love of my life." He sighed and looked at Brooke with a sad smile. "And it doesn't matter that we only had ten years together. I wouldn't change a thing. She made me a better person."

Tears stung Brooke's eyes as she reached out and squeezed one of his hands. "You were very lucky to have found each other."

They sat in silence for several long moments before Howard straightened in his seat. "And that's why I see myself in Owen. He's choosing to close himself off, and I hate to see that for him. He's young, and he's in a bit of a rut. I know he travels on these lecture tours, but even when he goes someplace new, he's not...he's not connecting. He's not interacting."

"You can't force him to," she heard herself say, even though it was exactly what she wanted to do for Owen herself.

"I know I can't," he looked up at her pleadingly, "but it's hard to stand back and watch someone make the same mistakes I did, you know? I was hoping with a little nudge in the right direction, he'd see that there's another way."

"I know you meant well-"

"I shouldn't have involved you. I'm sorry for that."

She shook her head. "It's all right. I understand why you did."

He gave a mirthless laugh. "Do you? Because I'm a little ashamed of myself. I got your hopes up about the job and I was trying to play God with a friend." He shook his head again. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"You were looking out for some of the people you love. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Normally I would agree, but in this case I hurt the both of you."

For a minute, Brooke wanted to linger on how Owen was feeling, but she didn't. She couldn't. Not yet. "I'm fine. Really. I just have to start looking at other ways to get to the desert that make everyone comfortable."

The smile he gave her was sad. "You know there's going to come a time when you can't please everyone, right? You're going to have to start living for you."

"I know," she said, nodding. "But not on this."

Howard's phone beeped with an alarm reminding him of a faculty meeting. "Where does the time go?" he wondered as he stood up. "If I were stuck in my office for lunch, the time would be dragging, but now that I'm out and enjoying a meal with a delightful girl, it flies by."

Brooke chuckled as she stood and joined him, linking her arm through his. "I'm glad we did this." She rested her head on his shoulder as they started to walk. "And thank you for introducing me to this culinary delight."

That made him laugh out loud. "It was my pleasure, Brookie." He kissed the top of her head, and they walked out into the sunshine and began to make their way back toward the campus.

Neither spoke on the walk back other than to comment on the weather or the sights, and Brooke was good with that. It had been a bit of an emotional lunch, so the relative silence was a blessing, though it did leave her mind free to wander toward thoughts of Owen and why he didn't tell her himself about not wanting to hire her on as his assistant-and not wanting to go on the trip, period. She had thought they'd crossed that hurdle from strangers to friends, and being that he knew how much she had riding on the position, it would have been polite to tell her to her face.

Rather than having her uncle break the news to her.

Once they were back at the entrance to the faculty building, they stopped, and Howard hugged her. "What are your plans for the rest of the day? Anything exciting?"

"There's a showing at a gallery Dr. Kennedy told me about that opens tonight. I'm planning on checking it out."

"Wonderful! What time are you heading out?"

"If it's all right with you, I think I'm going to go home and relax for a bit and then come back this way and grab a bite to eat before going to the gallery. So I'm afraid you're on your own for dinner again."

He smiled. "No worries there. I'm quite used to it. Although I'll admit I've been enjoying sharing meals with you since you arrived."

That warmed her heart. "I have too. I'm just in the mood to explore the city a bit tonight and see what other shops or shows I can find."

"Is anyone going with you?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

As much as she hated for anyone to worry, this was going to be one of those times she was doing something purely for herself. "Nope. Just me-playing the bohemian tourist."

Howard frowned.

"Wasn't it just you a few minutes ago-"