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sighed. I rolled my eyes in irritation. His scolding attitude grated my nerves. I know I’d done wrong and I didn’t need him pointing that out.
    “Hard day, honey?” I asked sweetly, knowing my tone would tick him off as much as his reprimanding annoyed me.
    Damn, why was I egging him on? He hadn’t done anything wrong. This was just Bob. I didn’t know why I needed to pick on his less desirable qualities. I really didn’t plan on starting a fight.
    Maybe I really wanted to go out and suck down a beer or margaritas and laugh with Aaron instead of having a nice dinner and meaningful conversation with Bob. Tonight Bob seemed to be too much work.
    Did I really want to spend what could be my only night back with him when I’d be spending the rest of my life with him? Tonight should be about old lost friends. Still, Bob was supposed to be the man I loved, the one I wanted to spend time with.
    Where’s the enthusiasm?
    “No, not really. But to answer your question, yes, we do have plans. Dinner at The Common House.”
    Oh Dear God. My shoulders slumped, what little eagerness I’d managed to summon faded.
    The Common House meant dressing appropriately. Right now I felt anything but. I didn’t think I had the energy to change out of this dress, never mind brushing my hair or putting on makeup.
    “In case you don’t remember, I’m meeting you there at six-thirty.”
    Snarky.
    I told myself to stop. Bob may have been snarky, but he was a good guy. He didn’t have any vices. He worked hard and didn’t piddle his money away on things like booze and fast cars. He had a plan. After some of the guys I dated, I appreciated that quality. Bob Weidner was going places. And they were good places.
    I said goodbye to him, and then went to my closet to find something more practical. I yanked out a pair of dove gray slacks and a short-sleeved black sweater. As I brushed my hair in front of my mirror I once again paused and met my gaze in the glass. What in the world was happening? What in the world brought me back here?
    My heart pounded again, my hands tingled with nerves.
    How in the world could I do everything the same? Already today I’d gone out and posed for Colin, something I hadn’t done the first time around, and lost my job.
    I’d never been fired from any job. No, on the contrary, I was supposed to stay at the charter tour line for another year, then move on to assistant to the Vice President position at an insurance brokerage downtown. That would eventually, when Bob and I moved to New York City, lead to my HR position.
    An impressive resume. A life to be proud of. A cold life.
    Behind me I caught a glimpse of the plants on my dresser. I didn’t have a place for a garden, so I made do with the little space I had. In my Manhattan penthouse the plants came from a high-end flower shop, tended by the housekeeper every other day. Despite my great love of greenery and flowers, I never touched a leaf on any of those plants.
    Ever.
    I couldn’t decide if I was angry or disappointed. Heaviness pulled at my brain and shoulders as if it wanted to suck me right down into the earth and bury me. I dropped the brush and pressed my hand to my chest.
    Things were going to change.
    Starting tonight .
    I couldn’t go down that path again. Not the same way I had before, anyway. I’d find out if Bob could meet the challenge. I bit my bottom lip and sucked in my breath. I’d find out soon enough.
    I wasn’t sure how much of my future I could recover. Now that I’d been fired, what would that to do to my chances at the insurance company? One of the things they’d admired about me was my dedication and solid work history. I chuckled without humor. Flush that right down the toilet .
    Truth be told, I probably screwed myself up so badly I’d have nothing to look forward to in my future other than slinging hash in a greasy spoon.
    “Stop feeling sorry for yourself.” I grumbled at my reflection.
    Before I could make my break and get