course you don’t find Cal attractive. Is that the real problem? You don’t want him anymore?” “My good sense is saying he’s the last person I should want.” Charlotte waggled her eyebrows. “Does any other body part have an opinion?” Mika had been single for so long she’d thought that perhaps her sex life was completely in the past. Something she thought about every now and then but nothing she would ever recapture. “If you’re referring to my girl parts, then yes they have an opinion, but I’m sure you can guess what it is.” Her expression turned sober and Charlotte leaned forward and placed her hand over Mika’s in a comforting gesture. “And your heart?” “It hurts,” Mika admitted, closing her eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath to manage the ache centered directly in her chest. “I always told myself that he tossed my heart and love aside as if it was nothing. He was a bastard or worse. But he’s not. Not really. As much as he hurt me I hurt him just as much.” Charlotte squeezed Mika’s fingers. “Maybe this is your second chance.” “Do people really get those?” Mika pulled away and fell back into a kitchen chair, slumping in defeat. “Let’s follow this to its logical conclusion, shall we? We kissed. So let’s say I let him kiss me again. And again. And we end up in bed which certainly isn’t a stretch. Then I fall in love with him all over again because let’s face it—I still have feelings. Then after all that he tells me he’s going back to Chicago. Another heartbreak. Only this time it will feel a hundred times worse. Do you still think this is a good idea?” “This only ends in another stalemate if the two of you haven’t learned anything from the last time.” Mika reached for her coffee cup and took a gulp, needing the fortification of caffeine. “I’m not sure I follow you.” “I’m not talking about following me. I’m talking about following him. As in do it this time. Go with him.” Charlotte said it as if it was the most easy, natural thing in the world. “My job–” Mika began but her friend shook her head. “They have those in Chicago. Try again.” “Alex is settled–” “They have schools in Chicago too, I’m told,” Charlotte cut in. “Other kids he can make friends with.” “It’s a big city. Lots of people,” Mika replied quietly, already running out of arguments. She’d made them all before and they sounded just as hollow this time as they had years ago. “It doesn’t matter because we’re not in love and he hasn’t asked me to go with him. It’s moot.” But she could fall so easily… “Cal wouldn’t have kissed you unless he felt something. You feel it too. Are you really going to fight this?” Was she? Her head and her heart were at war currently and both hurt from the skirmish. “I have no idea what I’m going to do, honestly. I’m so confused I barely know which way is up. I thought I’d handled my feelings for Cal, to be honest. Placed him in his own little compartment and labeled it ‘The Past’.” “Now he’s your present,” Charlotte replied crisply. “What do you plan to do about it? Run and hide or gather your courage and face it?” Mika had to finally admit there wasn’t any way to outrun her past. It had found her, kissed her, and made her feel things she hadn’t in so long. It was bad and good and yes, kind of annoying all at the same time. She hadn’t been consulted about whether she wanted this but here it was whether she liked it or not. “I don’t really have a choice. If I don’t deal with Cal now he’ll haunt me for the rest of my life.” “So what’s the plan?” “I have no idea. There is no plan except to survive the next few months but one thing is for certain. I’m done with trying to avoid him or make him feel guilty. From now on I deal with Cal straight on, no games. If he wants to spend time with Alex then that’s fine and dandy with