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whose eyes were wide as baseballs.
    “Please call me a cab,” Angela said before she ducked inside.
    The restroom was a fancy deal that had probably required its own decorator: outer lounge area with a loveseat, chairs and coffee table on a rug. Enough toiletries and feminine products to stock a day spa sat over on the granite countertop, which was edged by a large mirror with elegant light fixtures. Two well-dressed women primped and chattered, but froze when they saw Angela.
    Their shock made Angela feel even worse. A crying mess did not belong in this lovely sanctuary.
    “Are—are you okay, miss?”
    Angela snatched a tissue from the counter and sank onto the loveseat. Crossing her legs, as if crying in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant was the most normal thing in the world, she said, “I’m fine, thanks. I just need a minute.”
    The women, exuding clear relief to be excused from some sort of uncomfortable service, nodded, shoveled their makeup back into their designer handbags, and hurried out before Angela changed her mind. When the door swung shut behind them, Angela collapsed back against the cushions and reviewed the wreckage of her so-called life.
    It was all over now; at thirty-four she was no spring chicken and had probably just missed the last train out of Loserville. She’d never find someone else now. And even if she met someone tomorrow, it’d be years until they dated, got to know each other, and married. Her eggs didn’t have years! And even if they did, she didn’t want to be a first-time mother at forty. And she didn’t want to be a single mother, either. And she didn’t want to adopt, because she could never love another woman’s child like her own.
    So where did that leave her? Screwed. Alone with only her thriving career to console her, and wasn’t that a bitch? She’d spent years thinking her career was the most important thing, and it had been. For a while. And now?
    Another of her hysterical laughing sobs zoomed out of her mouth.
    It was all fun and games to be a high-powered lawyer until you hit your mid-thirties and you realized your limited and precious supply of eggs were starting to shrivel up like raisins in the sun.
    Leaning back, she rested her arm over her face. How would she spend the holidays? Who would she kiss on New Year’s Eve? When would she ever get flowers and candy again for Valentine’s Day? She thought of the impending embarrassment when she told her friends and colleagues about the breakup. They’d feel sorry for her and immediately start to fix her up on blind dates with their loser single friends because—let’s keep it real—all the good men were taken. People said it wasn’t true, but it was. The men she’d consider dating—the good men, the ones worth having, the ones with advanced degrees, like her, the professionals, the doctors, lawyers, architects, accountants, executives—had been snatched up years ago. Hell, they were all on their second or third child by now, having been landed by women who were clearly smarter than she was.
    Sudden waves of nausea overcame her. She sat up and nearly gagged, and that was when she decided she’d had enough.
    Angry now, she wiped her face with the tissue and took several calming breaths. She would not let Ronald White, or any man, do this to her. No, she certainly would not.
    Another deep breath. And another.
    There. That was better.
    Where was that cab, though? She just needed to get home so she—
    “Angela!”
    Startled, she twisted in her seat in time to see Justus poke his head in the door.
    Oh, God—not Justus. Not now.
    Turning away so he wouldn’t see her wrecked face and the tarry black mascara she knew must be trailing down her cheeks, she worked on her eyes with that poor bedraggled tissue.
    “I’m fine—”
    “Bullshit,” he said, frowning, as he came inside and let the door swing shut behind him.

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    “ H ey !” she cried.
    Justus ignored her and strode all the way in.
    All broad