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her eyes. “Like a tourniquet.”
    Shane winked.  “Nice to have you back, Sassy.  I’ve missed you.”
    Angela forced herself to walk out of the kitchen, even though their playful banter always left her wanting more.  He was so different now, more focused, more centered, more willing to appreciate the woman she had become. 
    Safely inside her bedroom, Angela reflected on who that woman was… It was someone who had always chosen the safest path in life—until now.  She quickly stripped off her clothes and threw open her closet, intent on changing her entire outfit.  Something sexy, but not too sexy.  Something with cleavage, and yet, nothing too desperate.  She picked out her tightest jean skirt and white silk blouse with mandarin collar.  Both casual and sophisticated, and completely boring.  The man who Angela had cried over for five—silent—years was now standing in her kitchen.  And—he was single. 
    Screw it .  Angela was going to make an impression, damn it .  She threw aside the skirt and white blouse, and instead, settled on her sapphire summer dress with a flattering, V-shaped neckline that crisscrossed over her breasts and wrapped around her torso, squeezing her entire upper body together into a tight package while allowing her lower waist to hide under a flow of blue nylon waves.  Suddenly, she heard the rusty screech of her old dishwasher as its front door flipped open with a CRAAASH .
    “Are you okay in there?” she called into the hallway, but she only heard grunts and muffled curses. “You know… I forgot to tell you that the door springs on my old dishwasher aren’t the best—”
    “Yeah, my foot just figured that out.”
    “Oh, sorry,” Angela frowned at herself in the mirror.
    “Nah.  No worries. That’s why I’ve got three.”
    Angela dropped down her gold hoop earrings and smiled.  That was so Shane.
    “But—” he finally called back.  “Are you absolutely sure that the water is supposed to flow inside the dishwasher?”
    Angela rolled her eyes.  She wasn’t falling for it this time. “Ha-ha,” she called, and heard Shane snickering with juvenile delight. 
    Angela glanced at herself in the mirror and inhaled.  This time was going to be different .  She exited her bedroom and entered the kitchen.  Shane was standing in front of her kitchen sink, arms drenched up to his elbow in soapy water; he was doing battle with all Angela’s dirty dishes that he had unloaded from her old dishwasher.  He was sponging them off, thrusting them under the fierce spray of the running faucet, and reloading them into her newly installed dishwasher.  She fell in love with him all over again.
    Shane felt her presence and glanced over at her.  Angela stared at Shane.  Shane stared at Angela.  For a moment, they both forgot about themselves and only remembered the other.  Angela took in the image of Shane taking care of her dishes, and Shane couldn’t take his eyes off that dress.
    “Board meeting today,” Angela explained with a nervous lie.  “I have to dress up more than usual.” 
    “That’s some Board Meeting—” he muttered and immediately shut off the water.
    Angela smoothed down her dress, wondering if she had overdone it. 
    “Wow, you do really know how to install dishwashers,” Angela joked, trying to find a way to reclaim their jovial connection.  But something was different.  Shane was different.  He was gazing at her with nostalgia, or maybe yearning… whatever it was, Angela realized that there was a connection—real and visceral—between them, not simply something she had imagined for five long years.
    “Come here,” he suddenly said.
    Angela’s heart stopped.  She stood still, paralyzed by his gun-fighter blue gaze.
    He dried his soapy hands on her kitchen towel, then held out one hand to her.  “I don’t want to forget to show you this…”  His voice was bold and his eyes were testing her.
    Angela moved slowly towards him, placing