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Jeannie didn’t wake alone. She’d half expected to. Half expected Cal to be walking down the river, hiking out to avoid her questions. But he lay there dead to the world as the last stars faded with the beginning of the day. She tried exploring her own feelings with no luck. They were still a jumble.
She’d never been the sort to make lists; they never seemed to help.
Best lover ever? Check.
Thoroughly decent? Check.
Insane amounts of integrity? Check.
A total and complete mystery? Check.
She was a hundred percent desperate for something he might never be able to give? Check!
That was why she hated lists. Once you got through the easy questions, they always arrived at the hard crap.
“What are you thinking about, Skygirl? Thinking hard on such a pretty morning.” Dale crossed over
