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carrying my glass along with the bottle. “I’m only twenty-three. I’ve got time to figure it out.” I sat down on the sofa and took a sip of wine. This really wasn’t going well.
    Dwight followed me, frowning as he sank into the cushions next to me. “In theory, by this time you should have some kind of inkling. Do you?”
    I fought to keep from scowling. “If you’re asking if I’ve found my purpose in life, the answer is no. But Myra says I’ll figure it out when I’m ready.” The truth was that my situation bothered me more than I liked to let on. It wasn’t so much that I hadn’t found my purpose, it was more that everything I tried felt so
wrong
. As though I were forcing my feet into shoes that were too small and tight.
    “Myra? Your stepmother?”
    “Yes.”
    “Forgive me for pointing out the obvious, but isn’t she enabling you?”
    I leaned back as my eyebrows rose. Leave it to Dwight to show some backbone when it came to insulting me. “Excuse me?”
    “It’s just that—”
    “I live in my own apartment. I own my own car. I’m completely self-sufficient. How is she enabling me?”
    Dwight set his glass on the coffee table. “But you work as a waitress. And that’s only part of the year. Your parents must subsidize a portion of your income.”
    I wanted to laugh, but I was too irritated and insulted. He couldn’t be further from the truth. “I support myself.” I paused and took another sip ofmy wine. “The restaurant is open all year round. Tips may not be as good in the winter, but I still have a job.”
    He held up a hand and gave me an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. I’ve obviously jumped to conclusions. I guess I just don’t understand how you can be happy working as a waitress without any discernible life goals.”
    I took a gulp of my wine, trying to remember why I invited him up.
    Dwight placed his hand on my arm and slid it up and down in an attempt to offer comfort, but the gesture felt stiff. “That didn’t come out right.”
    I lowered my glass in surprise. That was the most physical affection he’d voluntarily shown me in the time I’d known him.
    “I’m sorry. Really. I have this tendency to be judgmental sometimes.”
    You think
? “Did you want to be an insurance adjuster since you were a kid?” My snarky question fell out before I could stop it, but Dwight seemed to miss the sarcasm.
    “Yeah. My dad and his dad are in insurance. It’s in my blood. Maybe inn keeping is in yours.”
    Hardly. It was more likely the curse was in my blood. I scrunched my eyes closed, muttering an obscenity under my breath. Damn that curse for sneaking back into my life. I’d shut the door on all of that nonsense years ago. There was a curse on Roanoke Island all right, but it turned out that the curse was my bad luck with men. “Tell me more about Michigan.”
    Dwight broke into tales about his family and growing up with snow in Grand Rapids while I consumed two glasses of wine. Since I’d skipped dinner, the wine was going straight to my head. Too bad Dwight had only drunk half of his.
    I watched him as he talked. He really was an attractive man. If I squinted just right. But he was educated, even if he seemed a little slow in social situations. So maybe he wasn’t perfect, but he had potential. I wanted the magical love my parents had had, but I was beginning to think I couldn’t afford to hold out for perfect. Maybe their love was so rare that most mere mortals couldn’t hope to find it.
    I was partway into my third glass when I decided it was now or never. I set my wine on the table, then leaned over and grabbed Dwight’s face. His eyes widened with surprise as my mouth touched his, and his body stiffenedslightly. I worried he was about to shove me away, but as my lips and tongue coaxed his, he relaxed and put an arm around my back.
    We kissed for several minutes, and I tried really hard not to grade his technique. Dwight might be an overachiever in the insurance