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."
