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she asks, peering into the dreary day. “Is this about that Meredith chick? She was here looking for you the other day.”
    Meredith. Crap . “Why do you assume there’s a girl?”
    She lifts a brow and snorts. “Because. You’re Will. With you, it’s always a girl. Usually a broken one or a forbidden one.”
    I guess I earned that. “Cally Fisher’s back in town.”
    She whistles, low and smooth. “As in, your high school sweetheart?”
    “That’s the one.”
    “And you’ve seen her?”
    I don’t answer, but the truth must be in my eyes because Maggie steps back and holds a hand to her chest. “Holy shit, Will. You slept with her? How fast do you work ?”
    “As if I’d tell you.”
    “I thought you were taking a break from relationships?”
    “I am,” I growl, my jaw set tight. Two failed engagements in as many years is more than enough reason to step back from the dating scene for a while. Not that my feelings on the matter have slowed my grandmother’s attempts to set me up with Ms. Right.
    “So Cally’s back in town. You still have feelings for her, but you didn’t sleep with her—though, clearly, you did more than have a nice little chat. And now you’re trying to convince yourself not to dive headlong into another super-intense relationship. Especially one that’s doomed to failure because she dropped you like a bad habit. Is that about right?”
    “There’s no danger of a relationship. She’s not staying.”
    “Oooh. That explains the mood.”
    “I guess.”
    “I remember when she left,” Maggie says, looking thoughtful. “She screwed you over. Why would you even want anything to do with her?”
    “I know.”
    “Did she ever explain?”
    “Explain what?”
    Maggie narrows her eyes and crosses her arms. She’s not going to tolerate me being obtuse today.
    “Explain why she broke up with me via text message the night she was supposed to come back for the prom? Why she sent back the cellphone I bought her so I couldn’t get ahold of her anymore? Why she was fucking another guy when I tracked her down in Vegas?”
    Maggie lifts a brow. “Yeah, something like that.”
    “No,” I growl. Thunder cracks and shakes the entire building. “I didn’t ask.”
    “Because you don’t want to know?”
    I shove my hands in my pockets and walk away from Maggie. She understands me too well, and I’m not sure I want to be understood right now. I just want to be dark and broody and pissed off. And yet I answer anyway. “I didn’t ask any of those questions because I knew she wouldn’t spend any time with me if I did. I wanted her too much to risk that.”
    “Oh. My. God. You’re still in love with her.”
    I drag a hand through my hair and avoid her eyes. I don’t know what I am. “I see her for the first time in seven years, and I want her back so damn badly—despite all logic. She’s here and she’s beautiful and she owns a piece of me I’d forgotten I even had.” I lean against the wall and sink to my haunches. “She was in town and lost. Of all the places she could have been lost, she found herself right in front of my house.”
    “I can see how that might suck, but….” She trails off.
    Maggie doesn’t get it. “ Cally used to tell me that destiny would bring us together again and again, that she was mine. What are the chances of her showing up on my street? In front of the house I built?”
    She looks skeptical. “She didn’t know you lived there?”
    “No. I don’t think she even wanted to see me, but there she was. And now…what? Am I supposed to just let her go?”
    “Do you really want me to answer that?”
    I swallow hard. I wouldn’t want to hear it from most people, but I trust Maggie. I nod.
    “Yes,” she says softly. “You need to let her go.”
    “Goddammit.”
    “Listen to me. You are quick to give and quick to love. You want to share your life with someone. I get that. You want marriage and the family you didn’t get as a kid. I get that. But