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Francesca entered his life again.
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    “How was your massage?” Skylar asked as Francesca stepped out of the locker room.
    “Heavenly,” Francesca answered.
    “Good, I’m glad to hear that.”
    Francesca started to walk away but then turned back toward Skylar. It was time to really put the past behind them. Amy’s wedding was just around the corner and they needed to learn to like one another. “Want to hang out later?” Francesca asked.
    Skylar raised an eyebrow. “Me? You know, we only have to get along for the wedding, not be best friends.”
    Normally Francesca would’ve said something in a snappy tone and been done, but she remembered Jane had told her one afternoon over coffee that she needed to be the bigger person. “I think it’s time we put the past behind us. I’d like for us to be friends. Not best friends by any means, but friends.”
    Skylar crossed her arms. “What is this all about?”
    “Look, Skylar, quit being so damn stubborn. I never wanted Drew the way you did. You’re married to him. If that makes you feel better, you won.”
    “It does a little.”
    Francesca rolled her eyes. Maybe trying to be anything but civil with Skylar was a mistake. They were never going to be more than they were now.
    “Maybe we can hang out in a group. Perhaps you, Jane, Amy, and I,” Skylar suggested.
    “I think that’s perfect.”
    “We’ll set something up before the wedding.”
    “Great. See ya around.” Francesca turned and headed for the front doors. Progress had been made, and that was all that mattered. Maybe they would eventually get to the friend status, or they wouldn’t. But if not, it wouldn’t be from her lack of trying.
    Placing a hand over her eyes to shield the sun, she looked for the beat-up red truck but didn’t spot it. Then she remembered that her car was done and Randall had said he would drop it off. She skipped across the parking lot and quickly found her car.
    Opening the door, she climbed in. She smiled as she rubbed her hands across the steering wheel. Breathing in deeply, she picked up a hint of Randall’s cologne. For a moment she savored it, then reminded herself that he was out of her system. They had one last time between the sheets and now they were done.
    Francesca leaned over and opened the glove box, revealing her keys. She snatched them out, slammed it shut, and then cranked up her engine. It was quiet…at least compared to that darn ol’ pick-up truck.
    The drive home was smooth, and she was thankful. It hadn’t been long ago that she’d driven this same path in this car and had a much different evening. But not tonight. Francesca pulled into her usual parking spot in front of her apartment. She opened the glove compartment again to remove the bill and see what kind of damage the car repairs were going to do to her savings account. She found a medium size book. Pulling it out she noticed it was a calendar, but it wasn’t hers. She flipped through the pages and saw Randall had taken the time to write in dates that maintenance was needed on her vehicle.
    A warmth filled her chest, and for a moment she gripped the calendar tight against her and smiled. It was one of the kindest things anyone had ever done for her. She pulled the book away from her and opened it from the back where her bill was. She noticed a few other pieces of paper and saw that Randall had included coupons to local oil change shops.
    She took a deep breath, it was time to look at the bill. She unfolded the yellow paper and glanced at the bottom right corner. That couldn’t be right. She scanned the entire bill and saw that he hadn’t charged her for labor and she was positive he’d given her a discount on the parts. But why? Certainly he needed the money. Was he just being nice, or was it more? Could Randall still have feelings for her?
    Francesca laughed out loud. It was silly to think he had feelings for her.
    Quickly, she folded up the paper and stuffed it in her purse. She