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anything of substance with him besides cheap, secret sex.”
    Julianna was quiet.
    “Are you there?”
    “I thought you were going to make me feel better?”
    “You didn’t let me finish.” Heather took a deep breath.
“I know you already know what I’m about to say, but just in case you forgot
since you’re drunk off your ass, I’m going to remind you.”
    “Go on.”
    “You are a beautiful, smart, sexy young woman with
nothing but wonderful opportunities ahead of you.”
    Julianna sat up a little. “Better.”
    “And the world is full of clever, funny, handsome
rich men who would beat each other to a pulp just to hold your hand, much less
date you and spoil you like you deserve.”
    “Uh huh.”
    “So stop wasting your time on this cheating loser.
He doesn’t deserve you. Let him crawl back to his poor, betrayed wife and try
to save his miserable marriage, and do not allow yourself to be sucked into his
bullshit, his mixed signals, or his bed again.”
    Julianna gnawed on a hangnail.
    “Have I made myself clear?”
    “Yes.”
    “Don’t make me come down there and kick the shit out
of this guy, okay?”
    “Okay.”
    “Forget him.”
    “Okay.”
    “Call me in a week when your hangover’s gone.”
    “Okay.”
    “I love you, bitch,” Heather said. “You know that.”
    Julianna hung up the phone and cocked her head at
it. For a moment, she considered Heather’s logic. After all, she was considered
an accepted expert when it came to sexual matters and relationship problems.
    But in the end she put the phone on the table,
picked up the wine, and decided Heather was an idiot. She didn’t know what she
was talking about.
    Kirk would come around eventually. And everything
would work out just how she wanted. Just as it always did.

Kirk
     
     
    Kirk woke up to a familiar smell and smiled before
he even opened his eyes. He stretched in bed before wiggling into his slippers and
grabbing his robe where it hung on the door.
    As he followed the sound of the sizzling griddle
into the kitchen, he felt like his life was finally back to normal again.
    When he saw Madeline flipping pancakes in her
pajamas, he couldn’t remember ever being so happy. He wrapped his arms around
her waist, snuggled his face into her blond bob, and breathed her in.
    “Good morning,” she said.
    “Good morning.” He peered over her shoulder. “Those
smell delicious.”
    “I could make a few chocolate chippies, too, if you
want.”
    “Do you have powdered sugar to go with them?”
    “You know it.”
    “What a nice surprise.” He sat down on the barstool at
the end of the counter. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
    “Are you kidding? I owe you more than a few meals in
bed after how patient you’ve been with me.”
    “I’m just glad you came around. I was really
starting to worry.”
    “You mean you were really starting to get sick of my
mom calling you every day.”
    He looked at her over the rim of his glasses and
laughed. “Your words, not mine.”
    Madeline rolled her eyes. “Coffee’s made if you want
a cup. I’d love one if you’re pouring.”
    “Say no more.” Kirk got up and filled two mugs with
the fresh, fragrant brew. “Cream?”
    “You trying to fatten me up?” Madeline asked over
her shoulder.
    “Can you blame me?”
    “Go on then.” Madeline nodded. “Might as well put
some sugar in there as well.”
    Kirk smiled. “Want to eat at the table for a
change?”
    “Sounds good to me.”
    Kirk placed the coffees on the table and grabbed two
placemats from behind the toaster. He used to hate setting the table, but that
was before he knew what the alternative to eating there was. He hoped it would
be a long time before he had to eat another frozen dinner in front of the
Discovery Channel.
    Madeline carried some plates stacked with pancakes over
but jumped up from her seat before she sat down as if she’d sat on hot coals.
“I almost forgot!”
    Kirk watched her to see what all the fuss was