The Do-Over

by Lynn Painter

Why would I wait for fate to lend a hand, when I had two perfectly capable hands of my own?

“It won’t count tomorrow and it’ll be like I never said it, but on this Valentine’s Day, I fell in love with you.”

“I fell in love with you on Valentine’s Day, Emilie, but I need more than just seven minutes.”

“The last thing I want is the girl I’m obsessed with to tell me she’s proud of me for going to therapy. I’ve got a mother for that, thank you.” That made me laugh. “I knew you were obsessed.” “Yes, Emilie Hornby, I’m here to tell you that I’m a little obsessed with you. With this.” He raised his hands and cupped my face. “With us.”

“Do you ever dress warm enough?” “I don’t like to cover up a good outfit with a bulky coat,”