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him to
open the door. He entered the loft first.
    I looked at
him, “ Drink? ”
    “Please. ”
    I went to the
fridge, and grabbed two beers. I twisted the cap off one and handed
it to him, and then my own. Looking at my sectional sofa now, I
really felt embarrassed for still having it. He sat down and tapped
the cushion next to him. I responded immediately by sitting, and
then I succumbed to my curiosity, “ I missed you this
morning. ”
    He played with
a lock of my hair sending a chill up my spine, “ You did,
did you? ” His voice was deep and playful.
    I placed my
hand on his leg closest to me, “ Where were
you? ”
    His eyes went
all broody on me. His lips melted into mine, he was so smoking hot,
but I knew this was his way of evading the question. I
wasn ’ t having it. I pulled away, “ Where were
you? ” I repeated.
    “Court, I was
in court. My divorce with Maggie was finalized. ”
    He moved in for
another kiss me but I placed my hand between us preventing
it, “ Pardon me? ”
    He repeated
quietly, “ I was in court. My divorce with Maggie was
finalized. ”
    Alarm bells
were going off in my head; I had to hold onto the couch because my
head started spinning. “ Let me get this
straight, Bitch ex-wife is Maggie? Bombshell Maggie? Cath lab
Maggie? You have got to be kidding! ”
    “I thought you
knew. ”
    “How would I
know? You never mentioned her name. You are so pleasant to Maggie!
You should have told me. We even talked about you together. She
knows I liked you. She even warned me about HERSELF! Oh my God, I
feel like such an idiot! ”
    “You ’ re not an
idiot. ”
    “I wish you
would have told me! Why are you always so pleasant to
her? ”
    “We ’ re
professional. ”
    “Oh, you are,
are you? You talk like you are still a couple ‘ we ’ re professional! ” That ’ s why you fucked me
in the Cath lab, real professional. If you don ’ t act
professionally with me should I take that as a sign of
disrespect? ”
    “No. ”
    “Does she know
about us? ”
    “No. ”
    “Why not,
embarrassed? I ’ m not as pretty or
maybe I ’ m just not good enough for
you. ”
    “It could have
affected the divorce. ”
    “Your divorce
was almost finished, what ’ s the real
reason? ”
    “It was none of
her business. ”
    “Do you still
sleep with her? ”
    “No we
haven ’ t done what you and Nick do. ” He sure knew
how to bite back.
    I ignored his
comment and my urge to tell him to go fuck himself because I was
trying to prevent this from escalating further, “ Do you
still love her? ”
    “No, I
don ’ t, ” he said confidently.
    I stopped and
tried to take it all in. Then I talked out loud, not really to
him, “ I don ’ t think I can handle
seeing her all the time. It ’ s too
weird. ”
    “Likewise with
you and Nick. I was furious when you told me that you slept with
him the other day. At the fundraiser meeting, you walked in with
him all happy and smiles, you don ’ t think
that ’ s going to bother me? I just wanted to reach over and
smash his face in. At least I don ’ t like Maggie. I
can ’ t even remember the last time I slept with
her. ”
    “Maggie is
worse because you were in love with her. That ’ s something
I never shared with Nick. I love him but not the way you loved her.
Does that kind of love ever go away? Let me answer that, no, it
doesn ’ t. You should have told me about Maggie when we first
got to know each other, or better yet, when you introduced us. You
could have said something like, ‘ this is Maggie my
soon to be ex-wife. ’
    What was I
thinking, letting myself feel for you? ”
    “Mag,
don ’ t say that! ” He
pleaded.
    I gasped and my hand struck his face hard. I
slapped him with everything I had. I stormed past him and he
grabbed my arm, I tried to shake it free but his grip was
tight.
    He was blurry
through my tears, “ I need my phone, give
me my phone, ” I sobbed. I started pulling away and
reaching for my purse with my free