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She didn t stop, and her hand cupped Jillian s breast.
Goddammit! Jillian leapt up, anger flashing hotly through
her veins. What the fuck do you think you re doing?
Steph jerked back as if she d been slapped. Jesus, take it easy,
Jill. I just thought
What? That I needed some and you re just the woman to
give it to me?
Okay, you don t have to act like you wouldn t come to me if
I was the last woman on earth, for God s sake. You didn t seem to
mind having sex with me before.
Yeah, Jillian answered bitterly. The six times a year we had
it.
Oh, no. Steph hopped up off the couch, her face reddening.
Don t put that all on me. You hardly wanted me to touch you
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after Maddie was born.
Maybe it s because I was no longer in love with you, Jillian wanted
to scream out. It s time for you to leave, Steph.
What, are you afraid of the truth? Steph demanded
angrily.
I m not afraid of the truth. I just think it s too damn late for
the truth, Steph.
Fine. Whatever. Steph was at the door in a few quick strides.
Don t expect me to ever offer again.
Don t worry, Jillian said to the slammed door. I won t.
Logan couldn t remember the last time she had felt so free,
so relaxed, so unencumbered.
She let the warm breeze ruffle her hair as she sped along
EC Row Expressway, the T-bar roof of her 1978 Corvette safely
tucked in the back hatch area. She loved it like this, flying down
the highway, the sunshine-and-warm-air feeling of almost being
in a convertible, the tunes cranked to near deafening levels.
Buying the classic silver beauty two months ago had made her
feel like a kid again. It was the first indulgent thing she d done
for herself in years. She loved how low she sat to the ground, how
the car seemed to nearly lift off the ground on a straightaway,
how people looked at her like she was a jerk. Yes, a jerk. Corvette
drivers had the reputation of being hairy, mid-life, gold-chain-
wearing guys full of testosterone and fuck-you manners, but she
didn t care. She almost felt like one of them every time she sat in
the leather driver s seat and started the throaty engine.
She smiled as Bachman-Turner Overdrive s You Ain t Seen
Nothin Yet poured from the six speakers. She had just been a
baby then, but the old rock tunes of the 1970s always made her
feel good. Same with old Motown tunes. She d gotten away from
listening to music the last four years. Everything in the Army
was so regimented, there wasn t much time or privacy in which
to listen to music. Well, no more. Logan listened to music now
as often as she could in the car, on her iPod while jogging or
at the gym, when she had time to cook. She would love to go
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out to a club, but she was reluctant to go on her own and she
hadn t made many new friends yet. Maybe she could get Lisa and
Dorothy to go with her some night. That would be a blast. She d
heard there was a new lesbian and gay dance club in the city. It
was time to put some serious pressure on her twin sister and her
lover to paint the town red with her. She d get on them about it
at dinner tonight.
Logan loved the fact that Lisa and Dorothy lived only a few
blocks from the old family home. An old town with old colonial
or Victorian homes, Walkerville had been gradually swallowed
up by Windsor and now looked like a small enclave of the city.
She slowed as she passed her old high school, a majestic stone
structure built around the turn of the last century. God, had it
really been twenty years since she d roamed the hallways, the star
of the basketball and soccer teams? Top of the class in academics,
too, along with Lisa. The sisters were envied, sometimes even
targets for the jealous, small-minded kids who d never gotten
to know them. Especially Logan, the more introverted one. She
was mocked sometimes or avoided, but her genuine humility and
honesty always won people over eventually. Once they realized
she really didn t think she was better than everyone else, wasn t
trying to prove anything to anyone but herself, they took her on
and became her friend.
Boston was playing on the car stereo now, and Logan closed
her eyes for just an instant. She wouldn t want to go back to high
school, not really. It was such a cathartic time realizing she
liked girls, trying to figure out who she really was and how to
get comfortable in her own skin, deciding on a career path, really
learning how to deal with all those adult emotions for the first
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