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The next night at work I moped silently as I processed my DNA samples. No one but Nick commented on my attitude, but as usual, he managed to ferret out what was bothering me. "You're mighty quiet for a guy who just had a day off. What's up?"

I shrugged. "Nothing. Just in a quiet mood, I guess."

"Greg, you don't have quiet moods. What's wrong?"

"Nothing major. Just got a phone call from someone I could've gone the rest of my life without hearing from."

"Who was it?" Nick sat on the edge of my work table. Experience told me his butt was going nowhere until he discovered, discussed, and helped me deal with whatever was bothering me - whether I wanted him to or not. I would never admit it to him, but NickTherapy actually did help, at least most of the time.

"Jenna?"

"Jenna! You gotta be kidding! It's been what, seven or eight years?"

"Something like that."

"And she just called you up out of the blue?"

"Yup. Said she was in the process of moving back to Vegas."

He snorted. "You're not still in love with her, are you?"

"No, I'm not. Was once, but she killed that a long time ago. I've been over her for a while."

"So what did she say?"

"She wanted to take me to dinner."

"You didn't go. Greg! You went!" He shook his head. "Why? You said you were over her."

I shrugged. "I was. I mean I am. Hell, Nick, I don't know. I was sitting home alone, and she called and asked, and I guess... something in me wanted to be wanted again. I haven't even been out on a date in eight months. Eight months is a long time, Nick. And since the attack, since the attack I've had a really hard time... It's hard to feel attractive when you have a stump where your leg used to be."

Nick patted me on the shoulder. "It's all in your head. You just have to get out there, meet the right kind of girl."

I snorted. "And when was YOUR last date? They're all over you like vultures on road splat, but you sit home almost as much as I do."

"Neither here nor there. So what happened last night?

"She took me to Gino's, wanted to try 'us' again. Obviously I balked. Before the accident, I would've fucked her senseless even though 'us' decomposed to dust a long time ago. After what she did, I would've seen it as I chance to get a little closure, some sex and an exit on my terms rather than hers. But that was then. Last night I kept putting her off, pushing her away, until she got physical."

"In the restaurant? She got physical in the restaurant?"

I snickered. "No, Nick, not like that - no unzipping my pants and crawling under the table. More subtle. At any rate, I finally realized the only way I was going to get her off me was to tell her the truth. To be honest with you, I guess a tiny, stupid part of me hoped that it wouldn't make a difference."

"With Jenna? Greg, she's so shallow she threatened to stop sleeping with you unless you got your chest waxed. She wouldn't kiss you when you had a pimple."

"Yeah, well, obviously it didn't go well. You should've seen the look on her face. After I got home I couldn't go to sleep. I kept thinking, 'Get used to it. This is your love life from here on out.'"

Nick shook his head. "No, man, it isn't like that. There are plenty of women who wouldn't even find that to be an issue."

"So you keep telling me. Unfortunately I haven't met any so far."

"You will, Greg. Trust me, you will."