As I started to get ready to go out I should have wondered whyI was not a basket case since I had gone to sleep as Donavan and wokenup as an insatiabl... nymph version of myself. I was halfway throughputting on my makeup when I realized what I was doing and quicklyfinished and got dressed.As I walked toward the front door I looked on the mantle in passing andsaw myself in my wedding dress beside Kelly. There were a few otherpictures I glanced at as I rummaged through my purse for my keys. Maybe she has been foolish only sleeping with women all this time. Maybe she has been missing out on having fun, or finding that someone special. And speaking of finding that special someone, maybe she has found that in Jane.“Well, I hope you weren’t planning on sneaking out of the house and forgetting about me,” the younger girl’s voice cut through the silence like a freight train through a ghost town. “I know I didn’t expect you to want my grandad.”“It’s not what you think,” Ursula blurts. Doesn't matter, she counseled herself as she dropped the marshmallows in the hot chocolate. I'm starting over. It's time to look forward, not back. Luke knows what happened before and he doesn't care, so I won't either. "I'm ready for that hot chocolate." She turned and Luke was leaning against the doorjamb. He'd gotten comfortable, as she had. He wore gray sweat pants and a flannel shirt, unbuttoned. "Good timing." She smiled. "It's ready." She walked over to the mattress and handed the tray. And he’s been tiptoeing around me for weeks, quietly seeking my acceptance and feeling guilty of betraying our friendship. And he’s been treating his own wife like a queen. Truth is, he probably realizes he could come out of this thing without anybody at all. If it all goes south, he would be the first casting choice for everybody’s villain. He’s on a very thin rope, and yet he’s worried for me. ‘I’m surviving,’ I admit. ‘It isn’t always easy. Melody and I seem to need to touch each other.