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the wrong impression.”
    “But the impression is that we are married. Don’t you remember?”
    Crap. He had me there. But seriously. If he wanted it to be believable, we could act like last year and I’d play cards with Margaret at the table while Wesley shot pool with Jeff and Nick. Then I’d retire early to bed and fall asleep reading a book and Wesley would climb into bed late, smelling like cigar smoke and brandy. Touching would certainly raise some eyebrows if he didn’t knock it off.
    “Last year we didn’t touch, Wesley.”
    “And that’s probably why we’re pre-divorce, as you call it.”
    “Not that I want to split hairs, but I think a little thing called Violet is why we’re pre-divorce.” I had to do it. I had to get the dig in.
    “Amy.” He could say my name to mean a plethora of things. In this case, it was coming at me with both barrels loaded.
    “Just sayin’.” I probably wouldn’t bring it up again, but you never know.
    We pulled into the general store and already my mouth was salivating. Ham and cheese going down in t minus five minutes. “Hey look, isn’t that Jim and Natalie?”
    Jim Huntington. Moved from private school to the public school in our freshman year of high school. And it didn’t take until the time he was senior to get atrociously cute; he moved there that way. Brown hair with hints of golden honey running through it, light eyes, and one naughty smile to boot. His jock card was full with cheerleaders, a new one every season.
    His family was disastrously rich. As soon as he got his driver’s license, Jim drove a convertible Jag to school. All the girls drooled over him and Wesley couldn’t stand him. Something about guys and their turfs. Wesley was the quarterback and Jim was all-star on the basketball team. It was pretty well known that you never invited both of them to your party or someone wouldn’t come out alive. People rotated invitations when it came to those two.
    Natalie was another story. She had Ashley beat with the guy catcalls. Maybe because she gave out more than Ashley. I never knew that blonde tart to have a relationship that lasted longer than a weekend. I heard she was now a realtor. She probably sells more than home warranties to sweeten the deal to closing. Lest we forget her curvy body and red bombshell lip color.
    “Let’s wait in the car until they’re gone.”
    “Oh Wesley. Jim is a really good guy. I haven’t seen him in ages. I want to say hello.” I got the privilege to tutor him in calculus one year so he could remain on the team. His bad boy persona was actually a facade. I got to see the real guy. One who liked photography and who would talk nonstop about one day working for National Geographic .
    I grabbed my bag and swung open the door. “You occupy Natalie for me. I can’t stand that girl.” I smiled devilishly over my shoulder. “Who knows, maybe you two could hook up. You know, during our post-divorce.”
    I didn’t wait for his comeback. Jim had already spotted me and was on his way over to greet me. Yep, still had that charm that circled around him like a shiny ring. Two buttons open on the baby-blue polo shirt, hair groomed as though he’d just stepped out of a barbershop, and that infectious smile. Like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman . It had a way of making you forget whatever was on your mind three seconds ago.
    “Amy! What the hell? What are you doing up here?” He grabbed and pulled me tight to his chest…his very toned chest. I could smell the fabric softener in his shirt.
    “I’m here…well, we’re here for our annual Thanksgiving retreat. You know, with Wesley’s law firm or other.” It was hard to explain. Although, last year I’d bumped into Jim at the market down the road and had told him the same thing. I had been scouring for cranberry jelly and he was buying seven six-packs of beer. One of the young stock boys had to help him out to his car with his loot.
    I looked over and saw Wesley getting