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... that...information?" Gil hated how defensive he sounded to himself. It wasn't like the girl was attacking him or accusing him of something.

"Well, how do you feel about me having a crush on you?" Heather countered.

"Flattered? Baffled?"

"Ooookaaay..."

"Since you met me?"

"Yep."

"Heather, I'm twice your age. I'm married." Gil hoped that would be the end of this awkward conversation, but there was a small, distant, nearly forgotten part of himself that desperately wished that it didn't.

"Yeah, about that," Heather said confidently. "Do you want me to tell you what Alice said when I told her about how I feel?"

"You did what now?" Gil gulped. He both strongly dreaded and seriously desired to know. "You told Alice?"

"Yep. Well, do you?" It was hard to miss the tone of triumph in her voice.

"I, ahhh...."

"She knew already and she's fine with it."

"Shoot," Gil said as he drove past the off-ramp for Heather's house. "Damn, sorry, I missed it. I missed your turn."

"It's okay," Heather said. "Pull off at the next one. Park at the Whole Foods so we can talk."

Gil did as she suggested, his mind racing. He hadn't been this aware of another person's proximity in a long time. In an unsettling flash of insight, Gil realized that he'd been taking the people in his life, his wife and kids and a couple of close friends, for granted. Then he realized that this was what it meant to be outside of one's comfort zone.

"Can you look at me?" Heather asked. ...

... They had been parked for a couple of minutes, the engine off, the stereo turned down to a distant murmur.

Gil looked at her, willing himself not to glance away. Whatever was happening, whatever would happen next, Heather deserved his full attention. Almost immediately, a text alert threatened to break his will.

"I want you, Gil. You can have me if...you, you know, want me back."

Gil's jaw dropped. People didn't actually say stuff like that in real life, certainly not to him. At least reason still had control of his mouth. "This isn't right. I can't. We can't."

"Why? Why not? Give me any reason."

"My wife, for one."

"I said I already talked to her. That might be her text, you should check."

It was indeed a text from Alice. Gil had to read it three times before he called his wife back.

"Alice, sweetie? What...what?"

"You have my permission," his wife said. "I know, I know, I know that I haven't been there for you for a while now. I love you, honey, and I want the best for you. Heather and I talked. She wants you, and I know she's exactly your type, just don't get your heart broken."

"What?" Gil's mouth dried up and his heart threatened to leap out of his chest. "You're...you're leaving me?"

"What? No, Gilbert! No one's leaving. No one said anything about leaving."

Gil glanced guiltily at Heather, knowing that he wasn't ready to be relieved yet. She raised her eyebrows and smiled back at him.

"Heather and I have been talking for weeks now. ...