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wrapped my heart in
warmth. Oh yeah. I wanted to see her. “Not yet unfortunately. Are
you able to meet me so I can discuss what the judge said?”
    “ Oh. Um, hold on.” The
phone rustled, creating a bit of static. “Brad’s with me. We can
leave now and meet you at the coffee shop if you’d
like.”
    “ Perfect. I can be there in
fifteen minutes.”
    “ See you then.” She hung
up.
    I hated upsetting any of my clients, but
especially her, and I’d heard it in her voice. She was worried. I
was uncomfortable with the fact that I cared this much, but
apparently when Cupid’s arrow hit, it hit hard, demolishing every
filter, every bit of sanity, every ounce of resolve surrounding his
other victim.
    Turning the key in the ignition, I peeled out
and headed towards the other side of downtown.
    —
    Daisy
    My knee bounced as Brad drove. I steadily
worked my bottom lip, grateful I hadn’t worn lipstick today. I was
dressed casual, by my standards, today. I wore a forgiving yet
stylish pair of boyfriend jeans, rugged with shredding and rolled
up cuffs, a tight, navy blue, long sleeved turtleneck with a cream
colored scarf and a delicate yellow gold necklace. Camel colored
ballet flats with a large bow on top of them gave my ensemble a
certain schoolgirl charm. My long dark brown hair was in a fishtail
braid, the rubber band at the end concealed by a half-inch wide,
satin, navy blue ribbon I’d tied into a bow.
    I glanced at Brad. I knew he was worried, but
he came off cool as a cucumber. Fitted dark wash jeans, a red
pullover sweater I’d given him two Christmases ago and black tennis
shoes were still, unmoving aside from when he breathed or shifted
gears. He casually glanced at his watch as he pulled into a parking
space.
    He put his hand atop mine, stopping me from
getting out immediately. His thumb brushed my wedding band; he
stared at the half-carat diamonds that wrapped halfway around the
band. “No matter what happens, I want you to know that I don’t
regret marrying you. Okay?”
    A lump formed in my throat. Tears stung my
eyes as I met his gaze. A thousand thoughts converged at once,
making it impossible to single any out. “Okay.”
    He squeezed my knuckles before releasing me.
“Let’s go.”
    Brad said he didn’t regret
it, but guilt would haunt me to my deathbed if our divorce was
declined. Can judges even stop you after a
certain amount of time has passed?
    I slid my chocolate brown, hunter green, navy
blue and cream colored plaid, structured tote on my arm as Brad
held my door open. I stepped out, facing him with trepidation.
“What if-”
    “ Stop. Let’s wait for the
facts. Don’t make yourself sick on speculation alone.” He shut the
door and pressed his keyless remote, locking it.
    I sighed. “You’re right.”
    He smiled easily. “I’m always right.” He
winked.
    I harrumphed. “Lisa and I would disagree with
that.”
    “ I’m shocked.” He wasn’t
really.
    We walked side by side. He held the door for
me. The warmth of the coffee shop was welcomed. Winter, well, for
Florida, was in full effect. The air was a crisp forty-eight
degrees with a wind chill of thirty-nine. A quick scan showed Coop
wasn’t there yet.
    I’d made the mistake one night after too much
wine of confessing my lust for Mr. Dreamy to Brad and Lisa. Brad
immediately issued an, “I knew it!”
    Lisa had more tact. She gave me an
encouraging smile and said, “I say go for it. If he says no, you
don’t have to see him again after the divorce is finalized. But, if
he says yes.” Her eyes widened as her smile turned coy. “Let’s just
say I don’t know how you’ve gone this long without.”
    The truth was, it was one thing to pine after
someone from a distance. You were safe. There was no chance of you
getting hurt. But admitting your desire put you in front of the
firing squad. Your pride, your confidence, your heart, were all at
risk.
    “ Want a drink?” Brad placed
a hand on my shoulder, directing me to a