Chapter 2

What have I done? She will never talk to me now. I had no choice, I knew she was not coming back, so I moved on, but now this. She is here and working for me? Oh god, the things this woman does to me. I pounded my fists on the desk. I had no idea what to do now, the woman I had the most incredible adventure with was back in my life and I was getting married in 3 weeks. Andrew, get your head together man. You love Sarah, and her family.

I sat in the bathroom crying like a baby. Why did I have these feelings for him? It had been a year and still. Why did he have to tell me he was getting married? Why do I even care? I should be happy for him. Come on Margaret, get yourself together. I wiped the mascara from my face and stood up. I had to face reality and had to let go. I walked back into his office.

"I feel much better now." I lied. It was almost as if he knew what I had just done.

"You know, you didn't wipe all your mascara off. Why were you crying?"

Was he really that stupid? I mean he should know why I was crying. I loved him and never even told him. "Crying? What are you talking about, I wasn't crying." I tried lying but he had me figured out.

"Margaret."

"Yes?"

"Look, I know we haven't spoken in over a year, but things have changed. Why did you come back?"

I was speechless. Why had I come back? It had been a year. I should've expected something like this from him.

"Margaret, you left me standing at the altar. If you even had any feelings for me at all, you would have called or at least not left me standing there. Will you please say something?"

"You know maybe I should have stayed in Canada. But I thought that maybe I just might get my old life back. The one I loved so much."

"I know how you feel but life doesn't work that way. Its been a year Margaret and I had to move on. I spent weeks trying to figure out what went wrong with us, why I had pushed you to standing up and leaving me alone. Margaret it took me months to get over what you did. But then I met Sarah, and I love her and we are getting married in a few weeks. You should get to know her, she is nice. I hope we can still be friends, but right now we have work to do."

It was tearing me apart to push her away. After all this time of dreaming about her and wishing she would just show up in my office one day, she actually does. And I have no idea what to do. The look on her face makes me want to break down and comfort her and wipe away the tears that are forming in her eyes. I couldn't take it no more, so I sent her out to run an errand so I can calm down.

I pull my wallet out and stare at the picture of me, Sarah, and Bryan. Bryan looks to me like I'm his father, being only 3 years old. I love that kid, and I love Sarah. I hate these feelings as they course through my body. A part of me still feels for Margaret, but I am engaged to a beautiful woman, whom I love. Nothing will ever change that. My watch alarm beeps 2:30. Oh shit, I gotta go pick Bryan up. I almost forgot because Sarah is at home sick. She asked me to spend the afternoon with him.

"Margaret I have to go pick my, well Sarah's son up from daycare. If you could finish this last manuscript up then you are free to go home or do whatever you wish. I'll see you tomorrow." I left and she was standing there with her hands on her hips. I kept walking because it was the only thing I could do. But of course, she followed me.

"You have a son?"

I turn around and look at her. "What? Were you not listening to a word I just said?"

"Sort of, but you did say you had a son."

"Margaret, he is not my son, he is Sarah's son, but he looks at me like I'm his father. Look I really need to go."

"Wait, just one more question. If you loved me, why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Margaret, I have to go. The answer to that question can not be answered now. See you in the morning." With that said, I had to get out of there. I rushed to the elevator and quickly left the building.

"And this is the reason I have been single for so long. Damn men!" I was so frustrated with him at the moment, so I just turned around and walked back to the office to finish his last book. I needed a drink.