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myself.
    “Speaking of single werewolves.” She focused on her newly manicured nails, trying to appear casual. As if at the very mention of unattached lycanthropes I would run like a wild animal. (I am not wild--I may be half animal, but I’m not wild.)
    I knew where she was going with the announcement. Jennifer wouldn’t give up about the me-being-dateless thing.
    “What about single werewolves?” Getting this conversation over with was the best thing I could do, I figured.
    “I’ve been thinking...”
    “Uh-oh.”
    “Hey. I do think about things other than when Todd will ask me to marry him. Don’t you realize I have other things on my mind?”
    I wanted to say no to that, but refrained.
    “Here’s the deal. It’s about this curse thing. Have you ever thought that maybe there is no curse? I’ve never actually known anyone with a real curse before.”
    I couldn’t lie--the thought had crossed my mind. I wished it didn’t exist, but it did. My love life served as proof.
    “A real curse? As opposed to a fake one? Listen, Jen, why can I not find a boyfriend if there is no curse ? Why do all the guys I go out with disappear after the third date faster than an American Idol cast-off’s career?”
    “Maybe it’s all in your head? You know, when you think something will happen, eventually it does. That kind of thing.”
    “Believe me, I thought that at first. But you know how it is. You’ve seen with your own eyes. You can’t deny the facts.”
    “I guess...” She frowned. “But sometimes you sabotage dates.”
    “I do not.” Ever since that lake incident, she says I purposely ruin my dates. Long story, but it wasn’t my fault my date couldn’t swim. The lifeguard saved him, so everything worked out. He wasn’t my type, anyway, but Jennifer constantly threw that one little snafu in my face. “Enough about me. What’s going on with you and Todd?”
    “Honestly, Rylie, I have no idea. He doesn’t really talk to me anymore. We don’t argue. We don’t communicate at all.”
    “I’m sorry, Jen. You know you can talk to me anytime.”
    “I know. Thanks for always being there.”
    “You do the same for me. Maybe you need to tell him how you feel. Get everything out in the open.”
    She let out a deep sigh. “I know I do, but actually doing it isn’t easy. Taking that first step is so hard. We’ve been together so long. It’s familiar, you know?”
    I shook my head. “Yeah. I understand.”
    “Enough of that. You’re not getting off the subject that easily. Nice try, though. Maybe you should give one of these werewolf guys a chance. How bad can they be?”
    “If I found one I liked I would, but it wouldn’t work. It’s the curse. The curse, you know.”
    “You’re too picky.” She scowled.
    “Maybe,” I said, taking in a deep breath.
    “I bet I know a guy you wouldn’t mind doing a little bedroom tango with. A little mattress stomp, the down-and-dirty deed.” She wiggled her hips.
    “Oh, stop it. Don’t embarrass me.”
    As if on cue, Jack walked in. My jaw must have dropped to the floor. Did he hear our conversation? I needed to get that door back up pronto.
    “I gotta run. See you later.” Jennifer scrambled for her purse and flounced out the door.
    “Bye.” Jack smiled and she giggled.
    I couldn’t believe she left me to explain the conversation he had probably overheard. There I was, once again, all alone with Jack Chandler. Four times in less than twenty-four hours. Not that I complained about seeing him again, just that I’d have to clarify things.
    “I wanted to apologize for earlier,” he began. “I wanted to before, but the door thing threw me for a loop. I can imagine you were quite upset about the dog, or coyote, or whatever it was. Then I come at you like some dimwit. I’m so sorry I scared you like that. I was only trying to open the door for you. My mother always taught me to be a gentleman. At least I sure try to be one.” The words spewed from his lips