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about my issues.”
    “ What makes you think I
do? Because I’m crying? Or because I’m a weak, pathetic
woman?”
    Donovan squinted at her. “I didn’t say you
were those things.”
    “ You’ve said worse. What’s
a few more choice adjectives?”
    “ Well, I don’t know you,
but I do know you
love to talk as evident by your stalking me for the past couple of
days.”
    Kamila tried to withhold a laugh, but
couldn’t do it successfully. With tears in her eyes, she had a good
old fashioned belly chuckle. “I wasn’t stalking you.”
    He grinned and said, “Could’ve fooled me.”
He watched her wipe her eyes. “Maybe we could start over. Hi, I’m
Donovan Sharper.” He extended his hand to her.
    Kamila extended her right hand to connect to
Donovan’s. “I’m Kamila Jenkins. Nice to meet you, finally.” She
noticed the firmness of his large hand and something about it she
liked. Maybe it was the way he squeezed her hand, all business-like
as if they were having some important meeting up there on the top
deck.
    “ So what are you doing up
here crying?”
    “ It’s a long
story.”
    “ We’re not going anywhere
for a while. Shoot.”
    “ Well...ah...my boyfriend
of three years cheated on me. So my best friend brought me on this
cruise...said I needed to get away, start over and get him out of
my system.”
    “ And you were crying
because you still love him or are you mad at yourself for loving
him?”
    “ Both. We were together
for three years after all.” Kamila pulled in a deep breath. “I’ve
had enough fresh air...think I’m going to go chill in my
room.”
    “ Well, maybe we’ll run
into each other tomorrow,” Donovan said.
    “ Maybe...or if you like,
you can hang out with me in my room and talk for a
while?”
    “ Right now?” he
asked.
    “ Yeah. Right
now.”
    “ Okay.”
    Donovan followed her to her room and once
there, Kamila sat on the bed and watched Donovan sit on the couch.
“So, why are you bitter, Donovan?”
    “ Bitter?”
    “ Yeah. Why?”
    “ I’m not
bitter.”
    “ Oh yes you are. You were
so mean to me.”
    “ In my defense, you were
bothering me, Kamila.”
    “ Am I bothering you
now?”
    “ No.”
    “ Then tell me why you’re
bitter.”
    He looked at her and smiled. What good would
it do him to talk to this young woman about his problems? But if he
hadn’t planned on talking, why did he come to her room? “It’s
nothing.”
    “ Oh, c’mon...I’ve told you
about my issues, now dish.”
    “ Ah...okay,” he said,
rubbing his hands together. It surprised him that he felt nervous
just now, thinking about talking to someone about his life. Shayla
was the only women he’d opened up to and he intended for her to be
the last. But nervous? He was never nervous about anything, but
this was something that weighed heavily on him. “Five years ago, my
wife died. There...I said it.”
    “ Sorry to hear
that.”
    “ Thanks.”
    Kamila stretched her arms up in the air,
then yawned.
    “ If you’re ready for bed,
I can leave.”
    “ Leave? You just got
here.”
    “ I know, but I don’t want
to hold you back from getting your beauty rest.”
    Kamila smiled, realizing she had a charmer
on her hands. Who knew? “So what happened to your wife?”
    “ She was giving birth to
our son and something went wrong.”
    Kamila gasped in disbelief.
    “ Sometimes, I can still
see the panicked look of the doctors and nurses that day. Anyway,
um...that left me traumatized.”
    “ I can only
imagine.”
    “ So, after five years of
avoiding relationships and not searching for anything meaningful, I
met an amazing woman who I fell in love with.”
    “ And?”
    “ She’s married. Well, she
wasn’t married when we met, but she’s married now and I can’t stop
thinking about her and what could’ve been, you know.”
    “ Wow. That’s
difficult.”
    Donovan nodded. “I’m in love with her. I
can’t get her out of my mind and like your friend told you to do,
I’m here