“Yes, sir, coming right up! I’m going to get you something cold to cool you down.” Grabbing an ice-cold pitcher of water, Sam commenced to pouring it straight in his lap.

“Aaiiyeeeeeee!!!” Graham shot up out of his seat, wet and enraged. “Are you on drugs? What is with you, pouring freezing cold water in my lap?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, is it cold? Cold like flying all the way to visit somebody thinking that you could possibly have a future together, only to find out that he has a past, present, and future planned with somebody else. That kind of cold?”

There was dead silence as Graham stood glaring. Seething with rage, he was slowly beginning to put two and two together.

“Well, I’m sorry, I’m just doing what you asked me to do. First you were hot and complaining about that. Now, you’re cold, and now you’re complaining about that. Which one do you want to be? Do you want to be hot or do you want to be cold? Do you want to be married or do you want to be single, ’cause now, I’m confused. I’ll tell you what; hit the bell when you’ve made up your mind. Thank you.”

Turning, switching, and smiling, Sam raced to the back where we laughed, high fived, and took guilty pleasure in watching the universal law of karma lodge its cosmic foot square in Graham’s ass.

Chapter 13

2:47 P.M. PST
LATER THAT SAME DAY

7 DAYS, 2 HOURS, AND 13 MINUTES TO “E-DAY”

From Chicago to Denver we howled. From Denver to Salt Lake City we hollered. From Salt Lake City to San Francisco laughter’s tears came streaming down our faces. In San Francisco we had a three-hour layover. It was Sam’s idea to catch a cab downtown. On our way from the airport to the city, as the sun set into the picturesque Bay Area skyline, my laughter came to a sudden end. It had just occurred to me that though I had laughed loud, Graham had laughed last and laughed best.

By now he had dried off, calmed down, and was sitting in front of his fireplace playing with his kids, petting his dog, and lying to his babies’ momma about what had happened to his clothes. And I was still alone, still single, and still acting as though what had just happened hadn’t affected me as much as it did. For whatever reason, probably an incredibly stupid reason, I still had feelings for him.

“Montana, are you all right?” Sam asked, being the first to notice my mood had changed.

“Yeah, sure. I’m just thinking.”

“You’re thinking about Graham, aren’t you?” Gail asked.

“No…yeah.”

“Girl, let it go. He isn’t worth the space in your brain.”

“Yeah, Montana, Prancer is right, let it go,” Sam offered.

“Sam, I swear.”