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look fantastic!”
    “Thanks,” I said, rolling my eyes. I didn’t do well with compliments. It was probably because I wasn’t used to getting them.
    “No, I mean it. Your damn body looks like a teenager’s. What type of exercise class is it? Maybe I’ll join you.”
    “It’s kick-boxing and Pilates. I just added pole-dancing to it.”
    “Oh, God! There’s no way I could hang with that, but Sam, it looks so freaking good on you! I bet Jack is drooling, right?”
    “He thinks I look great,” I lied.
    “I bet the mannequin hasn’t even noticed, has he?”
    Becky knew me so well. She seemed to know Jack much better.
    “You know, he’s been pretty busy these days. He’s been traveling for work quite a bit. We barely see one another.”
    “Uh huh,” she replied. “He’s such a fuckwad.”
    “Becky,” I said, my tone cautioning her to just let it go, “how have things been with you?”
    “Everything’s good. Shawn’s playing junior high football. Megan’s doing well with her piano lessons. George still fucks me at least three times a week.”
    “Braggart,” I said, with a smile. We both laughed, and the mood lightened.
    I loved my best friend, but our worlds were different. That was just the way it was. She’d finished high school and college, married George, had two great kids: a boy and then a girl. She had done everything right. Her life was the American dream. It was the way that things were supposed to work out.
    We made plans to meet the following day. I needed to shop for new clothes, she’d pointed out bluntly. She was right.
    I was surprised that Jack was home by the time I got there. He’d been in Charlotte, North Carolina, for the past three days on business. Banion Pharmaceuticals had plans to open a large distribution center on the east coast.
    Jack had been negotiating with members of the Chamber of Commerce both in Charlotte and in Charleston, South Carolina, for tax incentives. The two cities were competing with each other to be awarded the location where the facility would be built. It would employ up to five hundred people when completed.
    He’d just finished up in the shower when I came into our bedroom. I made it a point to undress in front of him, hoping that he would notice and perhaps get the hint.
    “How was your trip?” I asked, kicking off my shoes and lifting my sweatshirt up and over my head.
    “Brutal,” he replied, getting his nail clipper from the top of his dresser. “I have to fly to Charleston on Friday. Our meeting is early Monday morning, so I figured I would have the weekend to prepare my presentation.”
    I slipped my sweat pants off, and unhooked my sports bra, springing my breasts free. I’d always been rather proud of them. They were still full and perky. I sauntered by Jack who was now sitting on the bed, clipping his toenails. I got clean underwear from the drawer and sat down on the bed next to him.
    He finally looked up at me, noticing that I was practically naked in front of him. His eyes narrowed infinitesimally, as he actually looked at me for the first time in weeks.
    “Have you lost weight, Sammie?”
    “It’s nice of you to finally notice.”
    “Have you been feeling well?” he asked.
    “I feel great. I’ve been working out, getting in shape. What do you think?”
    “I think that you’ve probably lost all of the weight you need to lose. If you get much scrawnier, people will think that you’re ill.”
    “Hey, “I said, moving closer to him on the bed. “How about I go with you to Charleston? We’ll have a romantic weekend together. We haven’t gone away together alone for as long as I can remember. This would be perfect.”
    “Babe,” he said with a sigh, getting up off of the bed. “The whole point of me going down Friday and staying over the weekend is to prepare for Monday’s meeting. I mean, you know how it is with me. I need that total concentration, no distractions when I’m preparing for a big presentation. How