Destiny, Cubed by Nancy Brown

"Hey." Shayera didn't acknowledge him, continued reading the obituary. He understood.

"When?"

"Ten years ago." She wiped her eyes.

"You loved him, didn't you?"

"No. But I liked him. Can we talk later?"

"It is later."

"Got me." She hesitated. "I think you should go."

"You tried that one already."

"I'm bad news. I screwed up our one good chance."

"No, you screwed up our first chance. I pissed away our second."

"So this makes chance number three?"

"Not many people get a third chance. It'd be a shame to let this one go by, too."

"John ... "

"Say 'yes.'"

" ... yes."