My name is Levitra... Levitra Hart, and before you say anything else, I already know that was a stupid thing I said back there. I've just been having ... really bad day, okay?" she hissed, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over."Hey, hey, what's this? Jeeeez, don't cry. I think I liked you better when you were tryin' to rip my head off," he said teasingly. "Look, why don't we start over, Ms. Hart. Can I buy you a drink?" Thanks, a beer would be great... Jake." As he turned to. Perhaps he was only there to watch her make her discovery—a manuscript by an unknown author. Perhaps he had some other motive. Perhaps it was only her imagination.The worst was that it didn’t make a difference. He was there, even if he wasn’t there. His presence filled Rebecca with a mad desire to run and never look back—run until she knew he was no longer behind her. Run to Wesley’s arms.But he would always be behind her—maybe one step, maybe five, maybe a mile or a year. He might precede her. “So, let’s begin,” I said, “Have you ever had a professional fight?”It was two months from Christmas. Our daughters had been working on Jason to come home and spend the school break with them before he left for his new job. I thought he was about to cave on the point. Once, I got him home; I intended to seduce him.Sex with Jason had always been a mutual experience that was more about fun than passion. I never needed to play all those female games you learn in your youth and master as you age. I. A little paperwork was all it would take to get this unfortunate soul on the way to the morgue. The back ambulance doors swung open just as Mel and the doc stepped out into the ambulance bay. Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced up. There HE was, intently performing chest compressions, sweat dripping from his smooth forehead. Mel had not let herself think about him the last couple of weeks. The last thing she had heard from him was a short note left on her pillow. ‘Until tonight’ it had.