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Say it, Scarlett. “We messed it up before. And it wasn’t fun. The contrast between the—between what we had in bed, and the rest—”

He answered slowly, “We were different people, then. In a different situation.”

“Different enough, compared with the people we are now?”

“That weekend …” He leaned closer, looked down at their joined hands, rubbed the pad of his thumb over her knuckles in slow strokes.

“Yes, can we talk about that weekend?” she said.

“We need to.”

How? She sensed it wasn’t going to be easy. The noise level in the beer garden was rising. Hard to tell if the other conversations going on would be a protection or would force them to talk uncomfortably loud.

She stretched forward, almost knocking down her beer, so that their heads were close. Listening distance. Debating distance. Kissing distance, almost.

Almost, but not quite.