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have to sell me on him, Mom. His amazing eyes are doing that all by themselves.
    “That doesn’t surprise me,” Sophie said simply. They locked gazes for a second until Sophie turned away.
    A few seconds of silence followed.
    “Well, I should get going on the roof,” John said, standing to his feet. “My guys will be here any second.”
    “Don’t hesitate to come in for drinks, or anything you need,” Gloria insisted, “…and your men too.”
    “Thank you, Gloria,” he said as he readied to leave the kitchen.
    “Sophie will walk you to the door,” Gloria offered with a cheeky grin.
    Mother!
    Sophie reluctantly made her way to the solarium with John, feeling at odds with her own body.
    John slipped on his work boots. “It was nice to see you again, Snow.”
    She couldn’t believe he still called her that. “Same here.” It certainly had been.
    “You’ve changed…” he said plainly.
    “Really… how?” How had she changed?
    He didn’t bother to reply. “Are those yours?” he asked instead, pointing at the five-inch heel Mary-Jane pumps littering the floor.
    “Yes. Why?”
    “Wow…” he said, picking up the shoe and inspecting it closely, sliding his long finger down the length of its heel. “And you can walk in these?”
    “Yes,” she scoffed. “I walk in them all the time,” for your information.
    “Amazing…” he mused, smiling. “You’re still such a girl,” he offered with a wink. That wink was powerful – she couldn’t believe the effect it had on her.
    Then he looked at her with a curious smile. “Come over to my truck for a second.”
    Her heart began to beat a little faster. “Why?” she asked, intrigued. What could he possibly want?
    “Just come,” he said.
     
    He waited patiently for her as she fiddled with the straps of her Mary-Janes pumps and put them on.
    He was still smiling at her when she was finally wearing them both. “Done?”
    “Yes, sorry,” she said meekly. “These shoes take a while to put on,” she explained as she followed him out.
    He let her lead the way, and walked slowly behind her. She teetered on her heels, wobbling all the way on the cobblestone walkway and struggled to get to her destination.
    And finally… they made their way to John’s huge black pick-up truck.
    “Well, here we are,” he said, a wide grin stretched across his face. “…finally. I thought we’d never get here.”
    “So what is it? Did you want to show me something?” she asked, curious, still wobbling on her heels.
    “Nope,” he laughed. “I just wanted to see you walk in those shoes.”
    Jerk.
    Yep… she remembered this John all right – the same Johnny who ruined her yellow Sunday dress. Apparently, he hadn’t changed a bit.
    “Oh nice… Johnny,” she sneered, a sheepish smile on her face. “Well… you got me.”
    “That was priceless,” he laughed. “Those shoes are a lot of work.”
    “Well, I’m glad I could amuse you,” she scoffed, turning back on her heels towards the house, having as much trouble on the way back.
    “Don’t kill yourself now,” he yelled out.
    She bit her bottom lip and rolled her eyes, a flicker of anger rising.
    When she finally made it to the door, she stood watching him get some stuff from the back of his truck – a beast of a thing. Figures , she thought… he had always wanted to drive a big truck. 
     
    ***
     
    John found himself more than a little distracted, but thankfully his men kept him on track, and there wasn’t too much work for him to do since he was mostly overseeing the job.
    He had to make a conscious mental note to watch the road as he drove back to the city for supplies. His mind was full of Sophie. He had been very surprised by his reaction to her. He had fully expected to still be angry; those heated emotions had never left him. But when he saw her face … he had softened. He couldn’t help himself – she looked so beautiful and sweet, sitting next to her son. Unexpectedly, his anger made