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She kept on walking, and didn’t glance back at her porch again until she got in the car.
    By that time, Zach was gone. Exactly as she’d expected.
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    Too late.
    Those were the words that rang in Zach’s head after he left Jillian’s apartment. He was too late. She’d moved on, started dating someone else. And the worst part? She never even looked back when she left.
    That had been his favorite part of saying goodbye to her at the end of the day. They’d each walk off toward their respective cars, and just before he reached his, he’d turn back and wait. Always, Jillian turned one last time, flashing that amazing smile of hers at him.
    This time, there’d been no smile. He’d gone down to his car, waiting by the door. But Jillian just got in the passenger’s side of her date’s car and they pulled away a moment later.
    Maybe she was right. Maybe he had let too much time go by. Maybe he’d let her down one too many times before. And maybe he was an idiot for ditching the band and showing up here.
    He powered up the Mustang and pulled away from the curb. The sportscar’s engine growled as it shifted gears. He’d had the car for two years now, the first thing he’d bought when he started making money. He still lived in a crappy apartment, barely had any furniture and an anemic savings account, but he had the car. When he’d bought it, the auto had made him feel like he was finally making it. Achieving those things his father told him he never could, the things his brother had thumbed his nose at. The car represented so much to Zach.
    Maybe too much.
    Jillian had hated the Mustang. She’d told him it wasn’t smart to spend all his money on an automobile when he should be thinking about their future. Like paying for their honeymoon, saving up for a house. Being an adult, essentially.
    That other guy tonight had been driving one of those boring little compacts. Probably had a 401k and an automatic deposit to his savings account every month. He looked like the kind to crunch numbers. What Jillian wanted with someone that boring, Zach didn’t know.
    He reached the long flat road that curved around the island, and dropped his foot to the gas pedal. The Mustang responded like a long-caged cheetah, leaping onto the road with a happy roar.
    But as Zach rushed down the street, he didn’t feel the same sense of freedom he normally did when he drove his car. Instead, it felt more like an albatross around his neck. One he should have gotten rid of a long time ago.

FIVE
    Ethan made her laugh.
    That was what Jillian liked the best. How long had it been since she’d laughed like this? Months, at least. The longer she had dated Zach, the more serious their conversations had become. When they weren’t fighting, they were talking about his career or his car or his dreams. The laughs they used to share when they were younger became few and far between, until she couldn’t name the last time he’d made her so much as chuckle.
    But Ethan had a quick wit, a slightly sarcastic edge to him that had her in stitches long before they reached the restaurant. He’d told her dozens of stories about the quirky musicians he’d worked with, each tale more entertaining than the one before. “Then the monkey got loose in the recording studio, and before the guys could get him off the control board, he had added a whole track of his own.”
    Jillian leaned forward and kept her laughter muted. Monty’s had an upscale, yet uncluttered elegant feel with its double layers of white linen tablecloths and deep, comfortable chairs. The wait staff worked the room like ghosts, in and out of the space with practiced, near silent movements. It almost made Jillian feel uncomfortable, like if she talked too loud or chosethe wrong fork, they’d be escorted out the door. But Ethan—he seemed like he’d been born in a place like this. “Oh my God,” she said, her voice low. “What did you do?”
    “Actually, the Capuchan was more talented