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Sara," she interrupted, waving the spoon she still held. "You don't need to worry about Sara. You need to worry about you . Maybe you should go before I murder you." She dipped the spoon into the condensed milk, but suddenly, her stomach felt queasy. She set the can aside, with the spoon sticking out of it. 
    "Come on, Cat. Don’t you remember what you said to me the last time we saw each other?"
    His words evoked that long-ago sunny day, and the two of them hanging out together like they always did. A yearning for those carefree times took hold of her, followed quickly by the uncomfortable memory of the Argument. Capital A.
    She frowned and pushed her fingers through her hair. "I don't remember. I was mad at you, but Michael--."
    "No," he interrupted. "There's no 'but Michael' about it. We were at the lake. It was right after I'd passed the bar. You said, and I quote, 'I don't ever want to see you again. Ever.'"
    Cat winced. "Oh yeah, that."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER TWO
     
     
     
    Cat chewed on her lower lip as she let her thoughts drift back to that afternoon. The day had started out perfectly. Even now, she could almost smell the hot summer smells of green things growing, sun-baked earth, the hint of rain in the cloudless air, the sharp glint of sunlight on the sandy beach. She'd been so excited, dying to share her news. Her boyfriend Jeff had asked her to marry him, and she'd expected Michael to be excited for her. He wasn't.
    "Yeah, well, after all you said to me, you deserved it. We were supposed to be friends. You were supposed to be happy for me. But instead, you yelled at me, and poof, you were gone. You left the country. In fact, you left the entire continent." She spread her arms, palm up. "When I said I never wanted to see you again, I had no idea you'd take me so seriously." 
    "Oh, I've always taken you seriously, Cat." He folded his arms and leaned against the mantle.
    Cat's arms fell limply to her sides. She smiled, but her face felt stiff. "That was supposed to be a joke. You know--we argue, you leave for Japan, must have been because of me. Ha ha--? Joke?" Her voice trailed off at the end.
    Michael didn't laugh.
    "Okay." She sucked sweet goo off one finger, avoiding his somber expression. "So I was a little harsh that day. I'm sorry. So now you turn up, telling me oh by the way, I've been in the same town as you for three years . What's the occasion? Did you have a sudden, irresistible urge to gloat?" 
    "I didn't realize The Engagement, starring Catherine Mary Morris, was going to have two sequels. I'd have bought season tickets."
    Cat flinched.
    "Sorry. That was a low blow."
    "Yes it was. If that's why you're here, you can leave. I've got enough of Michael's Best Low Blows to fill a book." 
    "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I just wanted to see my best friend."
    "That's not going to fly. After three years, you just happened to decide to call the day after my fiancé dumps me? Yeah, right." She narrowed her eyes. "Sarah gave you my address too. I'm going to break your sister's silk nails, one by one. And I'm never going to tell her anything again."
    Michael's blue eyes widened innocently. "Which brings up another interesting question. Why did you never call me?"
    "Phones work both ways." She shrugged. "I thought you'd call me. You were the one who was so mean. Maybe I felt like you didn't want to talk to me. Remember that day you--and I quote, 'washed your hands of me.'" Cat waved the spoon. "Or was it when you said 'Cat, why do you keep falling for the same losers over and over again?' Oh wait, that was the same day." She dropped the spoon into the can. "So if you're here to gloat, you missed gloat night. Tonight is mope night."
    He shook his head. "I just wanted to see how you're doing and offer my shoulder."
     "Well great. Okay, here you are. Cry on your shoulder, blah blah blah, thanks. Fine now. Goodbye." She waved a hand. "You've done your duty and I'm