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BACK AGAIN {entry} Love Conversations Contest

A/N: Unfinished entry for a contest. 

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"You had no right!" she growled.

"Yes, I did. He was going to--"

"I don't care," she shouted.

"Jo, please."

"No, don't Jo me, like it's going to make this all better. You don't know me, you don't know him. You have no idea how hard it was to go there and see him again."

"Then why did you do it?"

"Because sometimes a girl just needs closure," she said, her voice breaking.

"Closure," he repeated.

"Closure," she nodded. 

***

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hi yourself. I didn't know you'd be here."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. They're all... beautiful!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! I mean, I know you've probably stared yourself blind at them, but look at this, look at the trees and the light. What is this, oil?"

"Acrylic, actually."

"Well, either way, it looks classic."

"You think?" he questioned honestly.

"I think," she started, "that in a hundred years you'll be a story for the ages, Mr Prince."

"Huck," he corrected.

"Huck," she conceded.

***

"Jo!"

"Huck! Look at you," she grinned.

"I was about to say the same thing. You look--"

"That good, huh?"

"Oh yeah. That good, and then some. Damn," he laughed. 

"I'm here with someone, but maybe we could get lunch this week?"

"I'd like that, yeah. I'll call you?"

"Or text me, I can't talk if I'm at work but I can text you back," she smiled. 

"We'll talk," he nodded.

"You should get back to your... she looks beautiful."

"Ex wife, not always so easy to talk to but we're trying."

"I'm sure the boys appreciate that."

"Yeah, they seem okay with it. We're not arguing all the time anymore, which is good."

"Well, I'll see Henry tomorrow. Are you dropping him off?"

"Yes."

"Maybe we can talk then?" hope slipping into her voice.

"We can," he smiled.