Smoke and Mirrors
by M. Mabie
In eight years, not a single day had passed when she wasn't on my mind, and not a night went by when I didn't miss her. She was fierce and stunning and didn't need a man in her life, but when the time came--and she wanted one--the line would start behind me.
Like smoke, I'd let her slip through my fingers once, but I'd never forgive the man in the mirror if I let it happen again. She was the fire inside me that would never burn out.
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