Chapter 3

Olivia

"I still can't believe you cut your hair." I reached out and tugged at the short strands of Dana's dark hair. "It was almost down to your butt at Christmas.”

"I know. I just got tired of having to deal with it all the time." She shrugged and sunk back into the softness of my over-sized couch. "Let's not mention how sick I am of being called Pocahontas. Now, if a certain John Smith were to-"

I laughed and pushed at her leg with my foot as I reclined against the far side of the couch. It was beyond good to see her, and as always, I dreaded her leaving before she even really settled in. Having been my friend since we were able to talk back, Dana was like the sister I never had.

"You don't need John Smith, just that hottie professor you keep going on about." I tried to hide the smile that tugged at the side of my mouth. We all had fantasies about a college professor bending us over a desk... or at least I did. A hot one, anyway.

"Oh man." She pressed her hands to her face and leaned back. "He's so fucking beautiful, Olivia. Like the perfect man for me, but he's a stickler for the rules."

"So get him off campus." I pulled my legs back and turned to stand. "I have to get ready for dinner with Luke. I wanted to reschedule, but he made me promise not to. Something about a big surprise."

"Seriously?" She jerked her hands down and sat up straight. "Do you think it's a ring?"

"What? No." I walked toward the bedroom to fix my make-up from the war my long day had waged against it. "No. God, I hope not."

"What?" She followed me into the bedroom and jumped up onto the bed. "I thought you were in love with this guy."

"I'm in love with his power, his money, his dick." I glanced over my shoulder as she squealed.

"You hooker."

"Yep. Not much has changed." I was being cheeky for sure. I'd been a prude back in high school, or so Dana and our other friends said. Being a cheerleader had an odd stigma, but I'd kept to my beliefs that sex belonged in marriage until my senior year. Then the drive to lock Caden Taylor to my side forever drove me to do something I promised myself I'd never do. And it had blown up in my face. He wasn't at all the guy I thought him to be.

Seven years of dating down the tube over one night. One mistake.

"Not much has changed?" She laughed loudly as I leaned over and reapplied my eyeshadow. "That's rich. You were a good girl. You might not be now, but you were then. The candle by which the rest of us made it through the dark."

"All right. All right. Don't make me a saint." I stuck my head out of the bathroom and wagged my eyebrows at her. "Those days are long gone. Life's a bitch and Luke has enough of the things I want in a man to settle."

"Are you saying you'll accept his proposal if he gives one?" She sat up and tilted her head to the side.

I laughed and moved back toward the mirror. "Of course I am. He's not a prince charming by any stretch of the imagination, but he's as good as it's going to get, I'm afraid."

"What a shitty attitude on love." She walked into the bathroom behind me, closed the toilet seat and sat down. "What happened to the girl that believed in a happy ever after? Did college here in New York really stain you that much?"

"No, but being realistic just seems like a better option. I'm tired of dreaming that I'll find him." I shrugged and tried to ignore the burn of desire rising in my chest. It wasn't sexy or lusty, but a longing to find someone like Caden again. It'd been six years since high school and yet I still looked everywhere for him. It was sickening. Embarrassing. I needed to grow the hell up, but I couldn't figure out how.

"Him? As in Caden?" She crossed her arms over her chest and slipped in a few more words before I could speak. "You know he's here in New York."

My heart almost stopped in my chest. I'd made myself a promise at our high school graduation when he wouldn't even look at me after seven years of being together. I'd never look back after that day. I'd never go find him or look him up or pray in time that he would be mine. Never.

"Is he now? Good for him." I spread my pink lipstick over my lips and pursed them a few times as my chest contracted and pain laced my insides.

"Awww... come on. It's me right here. I was there for all of it, remember?" She leaned toward the counter where I stood. "Stop acting like you don't still think about him."

"I don't." I ignored the warmth in her chestnut eyes. "There's no need to. He was the perfect lie, and he got what he was after. One shitty night of horrible sex, me crying like a child and the fear that we'd get caught. It was awesome, oh but wait, no it wasn't. Not at all. It sucked, just like him."

She laughed and followed me out of the bathroom. "I think you're full of shit. I don't think this Luke guy is the guy for you at all."

"You think I should turn down this big diamond tonight and go in search of Caden? Confess my dying love for him and hope that he's not married with three kids already?"

"He's not. I checked." She shrugged and gave me a cocky grin as I glanced over my shoulder.

"You sure you're good here? I feel like shit for leaving you on your first night in town." I grabbed my purse and keys.

"I'm great. I'm going to clean out your fridge and leave the imprint of my ass on your big fancy couch." She smiled and walked to stand in front of me. "You don't need to settle. That's all I'm saying."

"I don't know, Dana. Love isn't what you think it is. It hurts more often than not, and it always disappoints."

"It was six years ago. It's time to get over it and see if something still exists between you guys." She reached out and ran her hand down my arm. "Don't make a mistake tonight."

I nodded but didn't respond. If Luke proposed, I was going to accept. Caden Taylor hadn't been in my life in six years, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to invite him to fuck it up again.

Once was plenty.