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Chapter
One
     
     
    Don’t
worry about making a fool ofyourself.
    Lanie drew in a deep breath.
Perhaps if she told herself that another gazilliontimes she just might buy intoit.
    You
get an opportunity? Go forit.
    Yeah,
maybe she just might even be able to followthrough.
    Maybe.
    She sighed. She’d told herself it would be fun to catch up
and see whathad happenedtoeveryone,wherethey’dendedup,whatthey’dmadeoftheirlives.She’d flowninthenightbeforetomeetupwiththefourgirlsshe’dbeenclosesttothrough
most of high school. Once upon a time they’d been inseparable, but it hadn’t
takenlong torealizetheyhadzeroincommonthesedaysandtherereallywasalimitonthe amount of time you could talk about
“the good olddays”.
    Diditmakeherabitchtoadmitshewasn’treallyinterestedinanyonebut him anyway? Yeah,
it probably did. Especially after they’d told her he was now hot,loaded andstillsingle.Shedidn’tmuchcareabouthimbeingloaded,hadalwaysconsidered him hot, but knowing he was
single? Bingo. It was like a sign orsomething.
    Just thinking about seeing him again had her abdomen
clenching, a combinationof nerves
and anticipation that had been there since she’d sent back herRSVP.
    Lanie took a deepbreath.
    Had it been ten years? Already? The
old auditorium was already packed and lookedthesame.Jeez,itevensmelledthesame.Everythingjustseemedsmallerthan she remembered and a hell of a lot older—like her, well except for
the smaller part.She couldn’t really
claimthat.
    Inawayitseemedlikeyesterdayshe’dbeenuponthattiredstage,acceptingher diploma, but she’d gone so far from
that happy, optimistic eighteen year old that itwas almost as if it had been someone else’slife.
    Nope. She wasn’t going to think about that, not tonight. It
wasn’t as if all thethings that made
up her shitty life were going anywhere anytime soon. The entry-level jobshe should have started out with six years
ago would still be waiting for her. As wouldthe
tiny,blandapartmentwiththelatestplantshe’dsomehowmanagedtokill.Yeah,and
let’snotforgetthebigbed—thebig lonely bed—thathadbeenthatwayforaslongas
she could remember and then some. Divorce was a bitch in more ways than one.While everyoneherewasgettingonwiththeirlives,wellintobuildingone,shefeltasifshe
was just startinghers.
    Deepbreath.
    Shewasn’tgoingtoworryaboutanyofthat,leastofallmakingafoolof herself .
Shewasn’tgoingtoworryaboutbeingembarrassed.Shewasn’tgoingtoworryabout
looking like an idiot. She was just going to go for it. Right?
    Shesnortedtoherself.Besides,what’stheworstthatcouldhappen?Hecouldsay no.Hecouldevensay,“Hellno,notinamillionyears, are youkiddingme?”That’s
what. At least she wouldn’t be left wondering, fantasizing and finding every
otherguy she met sadly lacking incomparison.
    Damnit.
    Shewasjustsotiredofthesafechoice,theboringchoice,ofnotgoingafterwhat shewanted,ofsettling,havingregrets. Awholepileofthem. Itwouldbebetterto know, one way or the other, once and
for all. Wouldn’tit?
    She snuck a quick look into her purse. Again. Intellectually she knew no onecould
possiblyknow,couldn’tseewhatshecarried,butshe’dcheckedtheywerestillthere
andthattheclaspwasclosedaboutahundredtimesalready.Whatwaswrongwitha womancarryingherownprotectionanyway?Okaysure,fivewasprobablyoverkill, butherlogichadseemedsoundatthetime.Theysometimesbreak,soshe’daddeda
second.Maybehe’dbeupforroundtwo,soshe’ddroppedinacouplemore. Thenan extra one. For luck. Just incase.
    Lanie closed her eyes briefly.
She’d gone loony. Finally. She stepped out of theway ofawomancarryingatrayofdrinksandrightintoasolidwallatherback. Awarm wall that gruntedsoftly.
    “I’m
sorry,” she said, turning. “Are youokay?”
    “I’m
good. You?”
    It
was him. It was him and… Holy. Mother. Of. God.
    Rex Harper. Oh my God. She’d said that already, right? Yeah,
she’d said that.Well not“said”it.Hopefullyshe’donlythoughtit,but…wow.Andhewaslookingather,
right at her with those intense light gray eyes of