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“I’m going to start the car,” I said with a smile.
      The woman glanced at me and then continued talking to Mesquite as if I weren’t even there. Mesquite winked at me, so I winked back and got into the car. The leather seats were quickly warmed and I’d never been more thankful for little luxuries.
      A few minutes later Mesquite got in the car and took my hand into his own.
      “Oh my gosh, you’re freezing,” I exclaimed as I rubbed his hand.
      He replied, “I didn’t think they were going to stop talking.”
      “That was nice of you to offer them comp tickets.”
      He laughed. “We got a memo email that said the show hasn’t sold out tonight and that there are plenty of comp tickets. No big deal.”
      “I wonder why Denver told them there weren’t tickets?”
      “He probably doesn’t want to encourage the brunette. As you could tell, she’s pretty enthusiastic.”
      The woman was now standing off to the side and watched as Mesquite pulled the car from the parking spot. A shiver ran through me – unexpected, as the warmth of the car was seeping in. I just wasn’t cut out for this cold weather.
      When we were on the highway, I turned to Mesquite and said, “If you don’t want me to meet up with Denver, I won’t.”
      “Jamie- don’t put that on me. You know I don’t like it, but I also think you should hear what he has to say.”
      He was repeating what he’d told me the night before on the phone.
      “I just… I just don’t know what he’s going to say.”
      Mesquite smiled wryly. “I have an idea or two. He’s going to say that he never left you for another woman, much less got engaged. Then he’ll remind you of all the good times you had, which I’m sure really were enjoyable.”
      He was right. That’s exactly what Denver would say. And how was I supposed to reply? To some I’m sure I appeared weak for going back to Mesquite after everything that’d happened. Hell, I even thought about it. He’d left me devastated. But here I was – sitting with him in a car like nothing had happened.
      Mesquite went on. “But it will also give you a chance to end things properly, if that’s what you want. I’m no fool, Jamie. We still have a lot of things to work out ourselves and it might not end well for us. But this way you’ll know you’re not leaving him hanging.”
      “You’re right. I think I’m scared because I know how much it’ll hurt him.”
      “Denver’s a grown man. It’ll hurt for a while, but he’ll move on. He always does.”
      That was another reason I felt bad. He’d told me once that he wouldn’t settle for being someone’s second choice again. I’d put him in the same situation he’d wanted to avoid.
      Mesquite changed the subject. “I think the show is going to end early tonight. They want to make sure everyone gets to the next town before the snowstorm hits.”
      We’d flown into Boston and the next city was Providence, Rhode Island. We’d end up in Hartford, Connecticut, on Sunday for the pay-per-view. It was a risky move considering the time of year, but the show must go on.
      “I’ll be ready to go when you are.”
      We settled in to easy conversation as we made our way to the arena.
      When we were parking, Mesquite casually said, “I’d also like to discuss when we can start having sex again.”
      My mouth fell open and he laughed.
      “You know – so you have something to think about,” he added with a grin.
      I swatted at him and laughed, too. That punk. He certainly knew how to take my mind off something… or put it on something.
     
     
    January 23
      Mesquite was right – the show in Boston had ended early and we made our way on snow-covered roads to Providence. Driving in the snow was bad enough, but driving at night was even worse. The closer we got to Providence the worse the conditions became.
      The hazard signs on the highway began to flash, urging drivers to get off the