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    “I’m glad you finally told me.” Her tone was matter-of-fact.
    Again I tried humor. “That makes one of us.” This time her smile was wry. I thought she might let me off the hook, come to my rescue somehow. But she didn’t. We simply sat silently. Out of nowhere, anger engulfed me and I wanted to hurt her the way she was hurting me. I tried to check my anger as I watched her finishing her new drink. She must surely be feeling the effects of the tequila.
    “Maybe I should be the one to drive us back to the hotel?”

    The eyes that met mine weren’t quite focused. “That would probably be a good idea.”
    I watched her for a moment, giving her another opportunity to say something, but she didn’t. “Okay then, let’s go.” I stood up and dropped a wad of bills on the table before turning away. Sara followed a few seconds later.

Chapter 4
    If our friendship had grown a little cold over those last few months, then my confession had plunged it squarely into a deep freeze. The next morning, we checked out of the hotel in awkward silence. The ride to the airport was thankfully short, and I drove again at her request. Her only words were, “I will never drink another margarita as long as I live,” before she slipped sunglasses over her eyes and leaned against the back of the seat.
    With little time to spare, I dropped her off at the terminal before returning the rental car and boarding the plane. I was disappointed, though not surprised, that Sara was not in her assigned seat next to mine. I spotted her a few rows back, huddled in the corner and staring out the window. I debated whether to say something and was about to approach her when she caught me staring.
    “I think I want a window seat today.” Her voice was carefully polite.

    “You can take mine. I don’t mind the aisle.” She shook her head and motioned me away. “No, no. You go ahead. I’m probably just going to sleep anyway.” I stood staring down at her, bursting inside, wanting to scream and shake her and make her understand. I wanted to tell her that I hadn’t changed, that I was still the same person that I was six months ago. But I couldn’t. I just stared down at her, willing her to reach out. But she turned away, obviously uncomfortable, and stared out the window. My knees grew weak and my eyes clouded over as I stumbled back to my seat.
    Over the following weeks Sara’s rejection was complete. The blank smile and polite voice became the standard with which she addressed me. We avoided each other whenever possible, our interaction limited to meetings when a group of others were around us. Our gazes never met, and she made it perfectly clear that she no longer wanted a personal relationship with me of any kind.
    Those first few days I spent in something like a stunned stupor.
    I knew the shock had worn off when I spent a solid week kicking myself before anger took over. I allowed it to settle inside me, cynicism replacing my bruised ego. Another lesson , I told myself.
    The same old lesson, learned all over again.
    My eventual change in attitude began to show in the way that I responded to her coldness. I couldn’t help the occasional sarcasm that slipped into my voice, and I stopped caring whether or not my mocking responses were noticed. She was the one who had cast the dice, and she would have to deal with the consequences.
    The next phase in our project also helped to put distance and perspective between us. My duties now shifted to the technical side completely as I worked with Frank and Kenny to bring the software to Boston and install it on our computers there. We then began the tedious process of making changes to the system, coding and testing, making improvements wherever we thought they were needed.
    Sara, on the other hand, was charged with the unenviable task of finding a business partner for our company. The idea was to find a highly visible company willing to cut a deal with us.
    We would completely overhaul their