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in the Bay Area. “You don’t want to tell me that she doesn’t sound anything like me?”

      “I didn’t expect you to have anything in common with a woman who lived in the first part of the last century,” Rachel said with a mini eye roll.

      “Don’t you think she sounds wild and carefree?”

      “Sweetie, women in that time were never wild and carefree. Get a clue.”

      “But she was a maverick, for her time.”

      “She sounds like she was bored,” Rachel said. “When you can’t vote, can’t work, can’t get birth control, I guess you get a little stir-crazy. Lesson learned.”

      “I can’t believe you’re not impressed. I know I am. And from now on, I’m going to be a wild woman, too.”

      Rachel froze and closed her eyes for a second. “You’re going to be a—what?”

      “You heard me. I’m going to take chances and throw caution to the wind, and most of all, I’ll be the most impractical person you’ve ever met. Rachel, meet your new best friend. She’s going to be fun and carefree. Like a Rebel Without a Cause, but not so James Dean-y. I think you’re going to love me.”

      “Where is my Emily and what have you done with her, you impostor?”

      “I’m the new and improved Emily.”

      Rachel put her hand on Emily’s arm. “Don’t let Greg do this to you.”

      “This isn’t about him. This is all me.”

      “Oh, the hell it is. You didn’t do anything wrong, so why change who you are?”

      Emily sighed. “Because maybe I want to?”

      “Only if you want to change for the right reasons. I’ve always said you can’t control everything. Sometimes the fun is in letting go and going for a ride.” Rachel rubbed her temple. “Okay. I get where you’re going with this. And I think I’m on board.”

      “Thank you!”

      “Why don’t we try this ‘new you’ on for size.” Rachel, who faced the entrance to the café from their booth, turned to point to a man who now stood in line behind her. “What about him?”

      Emily glanced at the back of the man. Her back to the entrance, she hadn’t even noticed anyone come in. Still, she couldn’t see how a stranger had anything to do with this. “Him?”

      “I’d like to see this new wild woman go up to that man and ask him out. Then I’ll believe you mean it. That will show me you’re willing to do this thing by relaxing Emily’s Dating Rules.”

      “Can we start with something that doesn’t have anything to do with a guy? This new me doesn’t have anything to do with men.”

      “Meh. I hear a lot of excuses. I don’t think you have it in you. It’s all right. Not everyone does.”

      “I’m not afraid. There’s no point to it.” Besides, what if the man said yes? What then?

      “Okay, okay, never mind.”

      “What if he’s married?” That would be where she’d draw the line with this rebel thing. No married men. No thank you.

      “Then he’ll say no.”

      Emily raised an eyebrow. “Now who’s being naive?”

      “I’ll have him checked out at the paper if he says yes. It’s one date, and it won’t kill you. And after that, you can go back to your dry spell.”

      “Fine. I’ll do it. But if he says yes, you’ll have to find a way to get me out of it.” Emily planted her hands on the table, wrenched herself up and marched over to the man’s back.

      It was a pretty good-looking back, as those went. Broad shoulders tapered down to long lean legs. Definitely fit, not that it mattered. Ask the man out. She could do that.

      Rachel was worried about her, which was kind of sweet, actually. But even if Emily had stayed in bed for the better part of six months, she was back now and better than ever. Except, she wasn’t sure how she would ask this man out.

      She’d watched Molly do this a bazillion times. Emily had to channel her inner Hoochie Mama. She was in there somewhere, under lock and key, and would now be released on an unsuspecting world. And this unsuspecting man. She’d probably come staggering out, waving cobwebs out of her way, but come out she would. Just for a minute.

      Emily drew in a deep breath. In a voice as dripping with sex as she could conjure up, she said to the man’s back, “Hey, I think you and I should go out sometime. What do you say?”

      The man had just paid for his drink and turned, coffee in hand, eyebrows up.

      It was Stone.

      Emily threw up her hand in surprise, and it accidently collided with his hot coffee. Like watching an accident unfold in slow motion, he tried to right the cup while her hand did the same. But when her hand slapped against his, disaster reigned supreme as coffee won the day and spilled all over Stone’s brown cargo pants.

      “Here, let me help you.” Emily grabbed napkins, and the barista threw over a dishrag.

      Emily blotted for a minute before she realized how close she was getting to his crotch. She turned in desperation to Rachel, only to see her doubled up in laughter, wiping her eyes.

      Stone shook his head, scowling. “You’re dangerous, girl.”

      Oh, epic fail. As if she was Cinderella at the crack of midnight, Emily turned, grabbed her purse from the booth and ran out of the café. She could barely hear the sound of Rachel behind her, calling out Emily’s name.

      Maybe if she was lucky, really blessed, Emily would turn into a pumpkin.

      She reached her truck and climbed in, ready to peal rubber out of the parking lot. Ask a man out? When will I listen to that inner little voice? A klutz should never ask a guy out in the vicinity of any kind of liquid.

      Rachel banged on the passenger-side window, so Emily unlocked the door.

      “Are you happy now?”

      Rachel opened the door and let herself inside. “I’m sorry I laughed. That wasn’t fair. But, hey, you did it.”

      “I made a fool out of myself.”

      “Who cares? I’ve never known you to even approach a stranger, and there you were, doing it. So what if coffee and gravity won? I do think he would have said yes, had you not run out on him.”

      Emily hit the steering wheel with her head. She’d run out on Stone. Again. No point in telling Rachel this was round two. “I did run out on him.”

      “I don’t blame you,” Rachel continued. “With a man like that, you want to put your best foot forward. Maybe you should go back in there and try again.”

      “No way, Rachel. I’m done listening to your bright ideas.”

      Rachel elbowed Emily. “You know what? You’ve proved it. You’re a wild woman. Why don’t you do something really wild, like get your pilot’s license?”

      “Are you nuts?”

      “Why not? Your namesake did, so there’s some connection to the past there. It has nothing to do with men, right? And if you want to do something different, step outside your comfort zone. Does it get any more different for you than that?”

      As a matter of fact, it didn’t. She’d always had her feet planted firmly on the ground, both literally and figuratively. But flying lessons? Emily thought about it while she peeled out of the parking lot. “It would make a nice human interest story for the alumni newsletter.”

      “You bet it would.”

      Pilot’s license. Crazy, yes, but wasn’t she courting

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