I always get the math wrong.
Is the third time the charm?
Because I can think of three good reasons not to let Nick Sullivan back into my life.
First, I got over my infatuation with him—cold turkey. So what did he have to offer anyway? Mystery? Adventure? A sexy grin and a killer sense of humor? All of the above, if I think about it. Which I don't. Ever.
Second, he had the nerve to come back! After fifteen years, he shows up looking (better than ever) for a place to hide, with a story about being framed for murder. Only problem is, there's no corpse. As if I'd fall for that old line…
Third, I'm now old enough to know better—and smart enough not to be seduced all over again by the warmth in his eyes. I should give him the boot. But is it murder. And he does need a place to stay. This time it's strictly business. Nothing personal. Just harboring a fugitive. For old times' sake. And just maybe to satisfy my own craving for a little adventure…
So what does that add up to?
Third Time Lucky.
