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at my salad I smiled too. It was exactly what I would’ve chosen had I ordered for myself; spinach with fruit and grilled chicken. Zena was definitely more like my sister than my best friend. It made me feel good to still have someone in my corner who knew me inside and out.
    I opened my salad but waited a few seconds before I began eating; I had enough meals with Zena to know exactly what was about to happen next. After Zena took a bite of her salad her eyes darted over to mine.
    "Can I have a few of your grapes?" Zena asked , while she pointed with her fork. I snickered and leaned my bowl toward her to let her have at it. This felt good. Normal.
    After a few digs , Zena was satisfied and I began eating. "Okay, so tell me who's coming to this dinner."
    "Well…Mason... of course," Zena said with a smile. I tried my best to hide my displeasure. Mason was Zena’s boyfriend. To say that I didn’t like him would be an understatement. I couldn’t stand him and prayed that Zena would wise up and drop him back on the same shitty corner she picked him up from. I forced a smile and continued listening to the guest list. 
    "Shawn, Tyler, Nadia , and a few others," Zena listed.
    My eyebrows rose. "Oh, Shawn is coming?”
    “Oh boy. Here we go ,” Zena said, as she rolled her eyes.
    I pretended to be shocked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Oh please, don’t give me that fake innocence. You and Shawn have had the hots for each other as far back as I can remember. Just because you never acted on it doesn’t mean it wasn’t obvious to everyone who hangs around you two. I’m pretty sure if you weren’t married he would’ve had you six ways to Sunday.”
    I lightly touched my chest, slightly shocked by Zena’s words. As much as I hated to admit it, they were spot on. Shawn Burns is a tall glass of water with skin the color of sweet caramel, his shoulders, wide from his years of swimming. He was a manly man, with big hands, a deep authoritative voice, and the mind-blowing combination of light grey eyes, deep dimples, and a panty-dropping smile. And just when you thought he couldn’t get any sexier, he had the light sprinkle of freckles scattered across his nose and cheekbones. Certified knee bucklers, and I, for one, was not immune to all of that.
    I tried desperately to hide my blush as I let my mind enjoy thoughts of Shawn. I never would've admitted it before because I was married and felt guilty about another man affecting me the way Shawn Burns did. But now I was ready to come clean to my best friend. "You're right; he's always been one of the few guys who could affect me physically. Most of the time it’s just with a smile, or a question that he asks."
    Zena sagged in her chair. "Finally the truth comes out. Thank you, Jesus."
    I threw a grape at her and she put on a fake frown.
    "I'm serious , Zee, he always asks questions about things that my ex never cared about, and he remembers what I like. Sure it feels good, but Shawn is a player, that’s part of his game."
    "He never tried that game with me . I'm telling you, Nic, he's got it bad for you."
    "Whatever. I'm happy to see him because he’s an old friend and I’ve been meaning to call him. I want him to handle my divorce." 
    Zena frowned at the revelation "Are you sure you want to jump into a divorce now? Isn’t it kind of soon to be thinking about that?"
    "Yes , Zena." My words came out much more forceful than I intended and Zena flinched slightly.
    "I’m sorry for yelling, but yes , I’m sure. I need that man out of my life permanently. He initiated the separation and now I’m initiating the divorce. I don't want anything tying me to him anymore."
    Zena ’s eyes were cast down. She took in a deep breath as if preparing for a difficult task. I couldn’t work out why Zena wouldn’t want me to initiate this divorce.
    “Zena, if I didn’t know better I would think you didn’t want me to divorce him,” I said, still unable to speak his name.
    Zena