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have easily mentioned how
we needed a large house for all of the family dinners with his parents. He
would have gotten competitive and wanted a bigger house. I now realize Sandy was already backing out of the marriage a year ago when we moved into the house.
What I don't understand is why I didn't manipulate him into getting what I
wanted?"
    "I'm
no professional like you, but if I had to put on my thinking cap, I'd say you
knew he wanted out and you were okay with that. You gave in because having a
tiny house wasn't gonna matter since kids weren't happening."
    When
I study Winston, he leans over and kisses me.
    "Was
I close?"
    "I'd
never really thought about that, but you're likely right. The day he dumped me,
I knew I should cry, but I didn't. I haven't cried once since he left. I told
myself I was in denial, but not like I thought. I never realized the
relationship was over a long time ago."
    "Everyone
is pretty blind to their own crap. Most people are pretty stupid about other
people's crap too. You aren't so that makes you ahead of the game."
    Winston
manages to console me without a bunch of platitudes. He just says what needs to
be said and returns to eating. I smile at his simplicity. Winston is perfect
the way he is and refuses to put on any airs.
    Eating
faster now, I'm desperate to get him alone and relive the excitement of my
youth. Those hours in the tent were the most fun of my life. Now I get a second
chance.

Chapter Six
    Winston
    No
Rebound
    Arriving
at her house, Meredith wraps herself against me as soon as I open the truck
door. A quick fuck won't satisfy. No, with Meredith, I want her spread out on
the bed so I can explore the freckles along her chest and between her luscious
tits.
    "You're
sexy as hell in this dress," I say. "Now I want to see you out of it."
    Meredith
wraps her legs tighter around my hips. Even as she presses up to find my
erection, I wiggle free.
    "Baby,
let's do this right."
    We
walk into the house where she smiles softly at me.
    "I
need to run to the bathroom," she says, leaving her keys and purse at the
front table.
    Meredith
disappears down a hallway and I wonder if she's talking herself out of
finishing what she started in the truck. I feel awkward standing in an unloved
home. On a couch in the living room, I spot bright orange pillows. The house
feels like her douche ex-husband who I've never met, yet instinctually hate.
Those pillows are glimpses into Meredith's fiery inside. Sandy smothered the
passion in his wife, but I wasn't an idiot like him. He expected her to behave.
I want her to go wild in her quiet Meredith way.
    Appearing
from the hallway, a barefoot Meredith looks me up and down before smiling.
    "You
remember where my bedroom is, don't you?"
    I
wag my finger at her and Meredith flushes beat red. How I don't come that very
second I don't know. I'm standing across the room, yet she reacts to me like
I'm a sex god.
    Meredith
shuffles closer, hesitant at first. She's thinking the way smart women always
think. I remember cheating off her papers and getting the best grades of my
life. Meredith wanted to go wild back in high school and let everyone cheat off
her. She wanted to be bad and dated me.
    I
don't know what she wants long term from me. Maybe I'm no different than when
she figured I was Woody. I'm her fun fuck after a decade stuck with dull Sandy
Schmuck. If this is her plan, I'll change her mind.
    Tomorrow
and next week and until she gets the message that we're fated. Damn, if I'm not
thinking the man above has His hands in this meet up. Yeah, we're fated and I'm
no rebound.
    Tomorrow,
I'll convince her.
    Tonight,
I just plan to make her smile. Laugh. Scream. Come hard until her toes curl. I remember that about Meredith. I remember it all now and I have plans.
    No
longer shuffling, Meredith tosses aside her nerves. She takes a few fast, long
steps then throws her arms around my neck.
    "I'm
relieved we didn't do anything last night. I don't want to miss