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travel schedule, it ended up being more like once a month, if that. Danielle was an ambitious sales rep for a pharmaceutical company and had more frequent-flier miles than anyone Cassidy had ever met.
    When they were settled into a table in the back corner of the restaurant, they both ordered pancakes and coffee. Danielle poured a packet of sugar into her mug and stirred. “So what’s new? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. How’s your book coming?”
    “It’s coming, but my deadline just got pushed up, so I’m a little stressed, to be honest.”
    “I hate deadlines. Have you decided what you’re writing next?”
    “Not a clue, but I’m not worrying about that right now. I need to finish this one first.”
    “I still think you should write about my life. I’ve got some great stories.”
    Cassidy narrowed her eyes. “You do realize that everyone tells me that, right?”
    “Everyone tells you to write about me? How flattering.” Danielle batted her eyelashes.
    “Very funny.”
    The waiter refilled their coffee, and Cassidy cupped hers under her chin to warm herself up. “Where have you been since I last saw you? I’m almost afraid to ask.”
    Danielle paused to think, then held up one finger, then two, then three, then four. “Let me see…Zurich, Paris, London, and Atlanta.”
    “Good lord. All that in a month?”
    “And you wonder why all I want to do is sit on my badonkadonk and chill when I’m in town.” She gestured to Cassidy’s workout gear. “There’s no way I could do the running thing like you, especially later in the year, when it’s freezing outside. I’d rather just embrace my lady curves.” She took a sip of her coffee. “So tell me about the dreaded high-school reunion. You did muster up the courage to go, didn’t you?”
    “I did.”
    “Are you glad you did? Was it as wild as mine?” Danielle had gone to her twentieth reunion on Long Island over the summer and returned with multiple tales of drunken hookups between married former classmates…who weren’t married to each other. She now referred to her alma mater as Infidelity High.
    Cassidy shrugged. “It was pretty tame, actually, especially compared to yours. Nothing too scandalous, as far as I could tell.”
    They both paused as the waiter served them their pancakes. Danielle immediately smothered hers in syrup. “How did everyone look? Any surprises?”
    “It was a mixed bag. Some had gotten a bit squidgy around the edges—while others still looked annoyingly fabulous.”
    “Was everyone married?” Danielle wasn’t interested in settling down or having kids. She was quite happily married to her career.
    Cassidy scratched her cheek. “Most, but not all. And a handful of people there were divorced, which was a little strange. I don’t feel like we’re old enough for that phase of life yet.”
    “Believe me, we’re old enough. One of the girls from my high-school class is a grandmother.”
    Cassidy’s eyes got big. “No way.”
    Danielle took a bite of pancake. “Oh yes. That’s what happens when you get knocked up at sixteen.”
    Cassidy leaned toward Danielle and lowered her voice. “Actually, speaking of divorced people at my reunion, something sort of interesting did happen.”
    Danielle raised her eyebrows. “Is that so?”
    Cassidy filled her in on the Brandon situation, then leaned back in her chair, an anxious expression on her face.
    “So, what do you think? Am I foolish for being sort of excited about this?”
    “Of course not. He sounds great.”
    “What if he’s not interested?”
    “What if you’re not interested? It works both ways, you know.”
    “I’m just a little apprehensive, that’s all.”
    “Why would you be apprehensive?”
    “I don’t know. After what happened with Dean, I guess I’ve sort of given up on the idea of romance, at least in my personal life.” Her books were a different story.
    “That’s ridiculous. If anyone needs to believe in romance, it’s