TVS:  Welcome to Fiona McGier, a frequent visitor to writer’s loops and someone whose comments I have read with interest!

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Is there anyone from your past that you wish you could meet up with again?  Is there unfinished business with a person you once dated, or were serious about?  What do you think would happen if you got together again?

I used to be a huge Carly Simon fan, and one of her songs I loved to sing along with was, Let's Make Love For Old Time's Sake.  This was in the early days of her marriage to James Taylor, when they were making babies.  I used to wonder just who it might be about, but then everyone wondered just who was so vain, and only one lucky person got the answer from her when that person had the winning bid in a charity auction. 

Let's make love for old time's sake,

Let's set right an old mistake,

Let's invite our hearts to break,

It's right tonight, but just for old time's sake.

Note that the song doesn't consider what it might do to any relationship the persons involved might be currently in.  Maybe we are to think they are not in any relationship right now, which is why the time is right to spend just one time enjoying each other again.

But what about if the feelings of the one who was left, not the one who ended things back then, are still raw?  What if the feelings are still as strong as ever?  Is this playing with fire?  Is this tempting fate, allowing major heartache to once again rule with the power it once had, to bring you to your knees?

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In my latest book, Two For Tuesday, Dr. Marcus Jones has achieved more than he ever dreamed was possible, when he was growing up in the ghetto in the neighborhoods of Chicago.  He is world-famous for the method he invented that makes cardiac surgery safer and more efficient.  The only part of his life he is not successful in is his personal life.  His lawyer-wife is divorcing him, but he's not really too upset because he was never really in love with her.  He has only felt that way about one woman...the one he dated in college, the one he wanted to spend his life with.  But she was from a small rural town, and too afraid to live as the only white girl in the area of the city he would have to live in while he completed his residency.  So she broke up with him when they graduated and moved up to Wisconsin to teach in a small high school.  Now that he found her name on a social network site and contacted her, he is determined to force her to admit that they still belong together.

Excerpt:

     

     “Is that your car?  Wow!”

     He smiled, “Yea, there are a few benefits to life in the big city!  The big bucks let me buy a few trinkets to make my existence more bearable, even if I can’t go out to look at trees and feel the grass under my feet!”

     She laughed ruefully, “Yea, right! I can’t remember the last time I had time to walk in the woods, or even to take a break from my homework!”  She gestured at the full box of files she had tossed into the back of her truck. 

      He studied her face, trying to decide how to ask.

     ”Well then, why don’t you let me take you out to dinner?  To try to repay you for a little of the food that you used to feed me back when you were the only one who cared if I ate or not?  Surely there have to be at least one or two steak places up in this God-forsaken cow-town, and I must owe you at least a hundred dinners!”

      She gradually became aware that he was waiting for an answer while she was staring at his shoulders again, and imagining how different the rest of him must look now.  To cover up her embarrassment she arched an eyebrow and asked, “Is your divorce final yet?”

     “No, but the papers are working their way through the legal system.  It's only a matter of time.  Besides, it’s just dinner!”

      “Just dinner, huh?  Marcus, it was never ’just dinner’ with us!”

     He moved a little bit closer to her, studying her face, trying to read how to convince her. Her body stiffened as he approached her, but her breathing almost imperceptibly sped up, and her face flushed, the crimson color betraying her thoughts as it had so many times in the past.

     Softly he said, “You’re looking good, Melanie.  I had almost forgotten just how beautiful you are.”

     “You’re looking good, too, Marcus,” she said. 

     She shook her head to cover up her reaction to looking closely at him, which she felt causing an almost physical ache in her.

      “I almost didn’t recognize you, you’re so pumped up!  I didn’t realize that cardiology was such a physically-demanding job!”

     He laughed, reaching out a hand to grasp hers.

     “I’m not a poor, undernourished boy anymore, Melanie.  I’m a full-grown man now!”

     She tried to recover from the shock of feeling his warm hand on hers, and from the long-buried memories that threatened to overwhelm her.

     “I can see that.” 

     And wow!  What a man you’ve grown into! She felt herself blushing again, sure that he could read her mind since she had always been unable to hide her lust from him, of all men!

     “I may be full-grown, but I’m still always hungry, Melanie.  It’s just dinner I’m asking you out to…let me buy you some food, and we can talk about old times, and both of us can relax, okay?”

     She looked up at him trying to read his expression, trying to decide if she was going to be able to tell him “No” later, when all she wanted to do now was to throw him onto the hood of his car and jump on him.

      God help me! What the hell do I do now?

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TVS:  For more information go to Fiona’s page on her publisher's site:

http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=advanced_search_result&search_in_description=1&keyword=fiona+mcgier  or to her website: www.fionamcgier.com

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