The Do Over

The sun was shining on a perfectly beautiful South Florida fall day. Under the blue sky, I felt a light breeze as I walked down Lincoln Road to find a nice table outside of Van Dyke Café. As usual, I was early.

I loved getting together with my friends. We were more like sisters, and I adored them. We'd known each other since college and have been best friends ever since. They couldn't be more different. Candace worked for the State Attorney's office and was the rule follower. Macy was another story. Breaking rules as a habit, she was an invitation to trouble. There was a little of both of them in me.

Our brunch was mandatory, an ordinance established by Candace. At times though, I'd get wrapped up in my book and resented the intrusion on my reading time. I'd always been a reader, but over the past few years, I'd become a voracious one. I would dive into my stories and become distracted in their dramas, falling in love with the romantic heroes each and every time. My love affairs with my book boyfriends were short-lived. I was a book slut. There really wasn't another word for it. Although, there were a few book boyfriends that had left a permanent mark on my heart. I'd blush when I thought of some of them. Books were my distraction from life. I'd become detached from all that was going on around me as I got lost in the world of fiction. I figured my hobby wasn't hurting anyone. No harm, no foul.

Arriving an hour early, I secured our table and pulled out my Kindle. The weather was perfect, and Lincoln Road was getting crowded. We chose Lincoln Road because of the restaurants, shops, and entertainment. It was a people-watcher's dream come true. Between the models and the freaks, there was never a dull moment. However, for the time being, I was otherwise entertained with the drama on the pages of my book. I laid my purse on the chair next to me and kicked back my feet. As I began to read, I was ambushed.

"Oh. My. Gosh! Daniela Ruiz. I cannot believe you're here on a glorious day with your head stuck in that…that thing," Candace reprimanded.

Standing next to her, Macy was shaking her head with her hands on her hips. They were looking at me as though I'd committed a crime.

"I'm just here for support," Macy chimed in, shrugging her shoulders, as she flipped her hair back.

"Traitor," I muttered softly.

They'd certainly surprised me. This encounter was the last thing I had expected.

"What are you talking about? What's the big deal? And why are you here early?" I questioned. Honestly, I was more annoyed than curious. I was getting to a really good part in my book, and I resented their interruption. Flipping my sunglasses back, I gave them the evil eye. I hoped that the action alone would convey my irritation, so they'd back off.

"You know we love you, Dani, but this has gotten out of hand," Candace continued.

She was the leader of our motley crew. Being tall, blonde, and beautiful, Candace commanded attention when she entered a room, or in this case, during our table-side spectacle.

Candace was a natural born leader. Every time she'd open her mouth, we fell into place. It wouldn't be forced, but she was what Cesar Millan would call our pack leader. There had been times when I'd expected her to clip us on the back of our necks to shush us, but she'd never resorted to any of that. Acting as our moral conscience, she was the dictator of all things socially acceptable and correct. If it weren't for the fact that she was so sincere and my best friend in the world, I probably would've hated her guts, especially at this moment.

I straightened up, my feet no longer propped up on the chair in front of me. "And what exactly has gotten out of hand?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I hoped this was going to be more interesting than the story I was currently reading. I knew I was being defensive, but I honestly didn't know what was out of hand.

"You and that Kindle. It's like you're having a love affair with your damn books," Candace said in a controlled voice.

It would be impossible for Candace to behave in a way that would be anything but appropriate. Standing in front of me was the picture of perfection. Looking like she'd just stepped out of the salon, she was perfectly manicured. Her turquoise frill, silk wrap blouse perfectly coordinated with her white silk capris that were accented by turquoise-and-orange patterns. Her coral necklace, chunky bracelet, and perfectly applied makeup completed her ensemble. She looked like this all the time. It was effortless for her.

I wasn't against the manicured look. I certainly wasn't a slob. I just didn't look like I had a team of stylists to tend to me after I got out of bed. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a white T-shirt hanging off my shoulder with a black tank underneath. My shoes of choice were a pair of Toms. My long brown hair was pulled into a bun on top of my head. I was practical. Yes, this was the look that was effortless for me.

As Candace stood there in her perfection, she pointed a finger at my Kindle and me as though she had just walked in on us having sex. I glanced down, trying to find the appropriate response to that accusation. Truthfully, I was having not one but several—certainly to the count of two or three a week—love affairs with my books. My Kindle, sadly, was the target of Candace's ire. Some of my book boyfriends stirred things up inside me. They brought emotions to the surface and spiced up my evenings. With that internal admission and visualization, I put my Kindle over my mouth to hide a little snicker. They just didn't get it. They weren't readers, but I didn't judge them for their lack of reading.

"Okay," I said. "Seriously, what's the big deal? I read books. They help me, um…relax. You know how crazy my boss is. She's having the midlife crisis that started before midlife and has gone well beyond midlife." Reading is a form of acceptable decompression. "My books offer me a distraction, and no one is left hurt or broken." The last part was only a partial truth. I wasn't about to confess exactly how devastated I had been when I'd finished The Opportunist by Tarryn Fisher or Crow's Row by Julie Hockley. I'd almost taken a personal day to recover from those books. That was my little secret.

"You need to stop hiding behind your books and start living your life," Candace reasoned. "You don't know how it feels every time we talk to you. You barely pay attention to us. You blow us off to read." Candace sounded like a jilted lover, a neglected wife, or worse, a jealous partner. "You carry that damned Kindle everywhere you go. You can leave it at home, you know?" Candace was on a roll. Her body language and mannerisms looked as though she were pleading a case before a judge as she spoke with conviction and determination. "And it's not like you just have one Kindle. You have three Kindles. Why on earth does one person need three Kindles? You're obsessed."

This conversation would be comical if I wasn't getting so upset. Candace stood before me as Macy sat next to me with her hands on my shoulders, offering me comfort. I glared at Macy to back off, and she did quickly.

"Well, first of all, reading is a very healthy hobby. It's great for the brain. I enjoy it, and I'm not hurting anyone. If I want to have three Kindles, then so be it. I have multiple Kindles because they each serve their own purpose. Frankly, I don't see the need to justify my Kindle purchases when I don't question how much money and time you spend on your beautification process," I snapped, glaring at her.

This was getting personal. Why is she being such a bitch? Who cares if I spend my time reading? So what? She doesn't have to be so mean.

"That is it! Hand it over," Candace demanded.

As she extended her arm to grab my Kindle, I felt a surge of possessiveness. I pulled my Kindle back, holding it against my chest. What the hell? I refused to allow anyone, let alone her, get their grubby hands on my Kindle. This was war.

"Are you freaking crazy? What's wrong with you? So what if I like to read? Leave me the hell alone already," I said, my voice rising. I'd never liked being backed into a corner. My response in those situations had been to come out swinging. Although I knew it wasn't the healthiest way to deal with confrontation, it was my instinct.

I didn't understand what their problem was. I was starting to get ticked off. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins while tears pricked my eyes from raw emotion. Their attack on me was hitting nerve. I didn't find anything wrong with what I was doing. I had a very happy and fulfilling life with a wonderful family, terrific friends, and despite my unstable boss, a fantastic job. So, I liked reading. What's the big deal?

Candace retreated, sitting back in her chair.

"Dani, come on." Macy sat back in her chair, shaking her head. "Give it a rest already. Look at you. You're about to have a full-fledged panic attack over that tablet. It's time you came face to face with why you're hiding behind it."

Macy and I were both second-generation Cuban Americans. We were born and bred in Miami, Florida. We even looked just a little alike. We were close in height, although Macy claimed to be taller. Okay, fine, she was a smidge taller than my five-foot-four height. I was lean but nicely filled out where it mattered, while Macy had a curvier hourglass figure.

Macy had thick, long dark brown hair that never frizzed, even in the worst humidity. She didn't wear her hair up unless she was working. Then, she would pull it back into a nice ponytail. My hair was slightly lighter with a few natural, and at times unnatural, highlights. I had gotten in the habit of always having it up. It was just easier.

Our families had become close over the last few years. Often times, we'd spend holidays together as well as the occasional family vacation. That was how I'd learned the story behind Macy's name. Every summer, her grandmother and mother would go into New York City to window shop—that's right—at Macy's. The name suited her perfectly, considering she could shop like no other. There was no special story behind my name. My mom liked the name Daniela, but sometimes, she would affectionately refer to me as Dani, like everyone else did. I only used Daniela professionally, and…well, Rick had always called me Daniela or Cariño, meaning his sweetheart. Honestly, I preferred not to think about him or how he'd referred to me ever again.

Macy and I had stayed home to go to college. Solidifying our bond over anatomy and physiology, we had both pursued careers in nursing. We understood the culture, the language, and the expectations from our families. She'd also held my hand while I'd nursed several broken hearts, and when she was recklessly pursing some jerk, I'd covered for her with her family on more than one occasion.

Macy shifted in her chair, tilting her head to the side, as she resumed her explanation of what she thought my problem was. "Rick. We all know he's a dick. What he did to you and how he did it to you was just so effing wrong. If I ever see that a*shole again, I'll beat the living shit out of him. But that was…what? A lifetime ago?" She paused for a moment.

Reaching over, she placed her hand on my arm as she fixed her eyes on mine. "It's time to move on. You don't need a book boyfriend. You need a real boyfriend. You need some real sex. I don't mean to be harsh or anything, but Professor whatever-his-name-is that you picture as Henry Cavill is not real."

She took the Kindle out of my hands and then laid it safely in front of me. Placing her hands in mine, she said, "I love you, Dani. I love our friendship. Be mad at me if you want, but you have to stop living in a fantasy. We're not going to sit back and watch you do this anymore just so we don't hurt your feelings. Sorry, girl. We're taking action."

In shock, I really didn't know how to process anything they were saying, but Macy did have a way of driving her point home. I couldn't believe she'd brought up Rick, but throwing the enigmatic professor—my favorite book boyfriend of all time—in my face was unnecessary and just cruel. He has ruined all men for me. I knew it seemed a bit crazy, but it was also safe because I'd vowed to never get hurt again.

With a cleansing deep breath, I picked up my Kindle and tucked it away safely in my purse. Looking up, I slowly said, "First of all, I don't want to talk about Rick, so let's not mention him again, thank you very much."

They nodded in agreement.

"My reading has absolutely nothing, nada, to do with him anyway," I lied. It had everything to do with him. It wasn't so much the reading but the fact that I felt more secure spending time with an imaginary boyfriend than actually opening myself up to a real one. Our breakup had crushed me.

"Second of all, I know my book-boyfriend distractions are silly," I said. I wasn't delusional. I knew they weren't real. "But one thing is true. Not one of them will break my heart."

At that moment, I actually felt like I was channeling one of my characters. My voice was steady and controlled. Folding my hands on the table, I calmly continued stating my case. "I like to relax by reading a book. I don't have time to be distracted by a man. Excuse me, let me correct that. I don't have time for some guy to come into my life, turn it upside down, and keep me from the things that are important, just so he can leave me high and dry because it isn't happening for him." I slapped my hand over my heart for emphasis. I felt strongly that I made a good case.

In a comforting and soothing voice, Candace said, "That's where you're wrong. Not all guys are him. Look at you. You're a beautiful, smart, funny, and caring woman. You deserve it all." Sitting back, she tapped her finger on her lip, like she was pondering on how to proceed. "So, let me ask you something. You have to be honest, and then we'll let this go."

"Shoot." I wanted to get this over with.

"When was the last time you had, um…sex?" Candace asked, cocking her head to the side.

I was shocked to hear the question. This is an invasion of privacy. For almost two years, I had avoided this topic at all costs.

"Excuse me?" I huffed. I was insulted.

"Just answer the question," Candace deadpanned.

Although Macy looked a little shocked, she was certainly intrigued. Of course, this would interest her a lot more than book-boyfriend discussions.

"I'm not answering that question. It's none of your business." I crossed my arms and stared them down.

"Then, hand it over," Candace said.

She was playing dirty. This was her version of tough love.

"I will not hand over my Kindle," I protested.

Even though I had two more at home, I wasn't going to do it. I stood firm on my inalienable rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Keeping my Kindle was my constitutional right.

However, because I didn't want to alienate myself from my friends, I conceded. "Fine! Do you mind rephrasing your question? And keep it down." My eyes shifted toward the neighboring tables. "I don't think the models and freaks on Lincoln Road need to hear about my sex life."

"It's a pretty straightforward question. Just answer it. When was the last time you had sex?" Candace asked.

Leaning forward, Macy was practically salivating. She wanted to hear the juicy tidbits of my sex life. I knew she was convinced that I had some secret lover hidden from them. There was no way in her book that I could go this long without a real penis. They were quickly going to be disappointed with my lack of a sex life.

"Well, it all depends on what you consider…" I paused, glancing at one then the other. "Sex. I think you need to be more specific."

"Seriously, Dani, you can answer the question. You're not Bill Clinton. When was the last time you had sexual relations?" Candace's eyes glimmered as she rubbed her hands together. "Oh, I get it. Let me clarify. When was the last time you had sex with a man?"

Macy had been resting her head on her arm, but at that moment, she fell over. I knew I had to be wearing a look of shock and absolute horror on my face. I wasn't a prude. It wasn't like I hadn't ever talked about my sex life. I had. I just hadn't talked about it in a long time.

Candace maintained her position.

"Do you mind keeping your voice down? Really, Candace, this is so unlike you," I said through clenched teeth.

I didn't like where this was heading. As I looked around, I noticed the patrons at the neighboring tables were staring at us. Great. Not only were my friends going to be privy to the specifics of my sex life, but strangers were going to get an earful, too.

I shook my head in defeat. "It's, um…" I paused, sighing. "It's been a while."

Popping up, Macy shouted, "Holy crap, Dani! What's a while?"

"Macy, keep your voice down. You guys are killing me," I said, glaring at her. "Fine, I'll tell you what you want to hear, but keep your effing voices down already." I tried to keep my composure. Although I was taking one for Team Kindle, I didn't want the entire world to know my business.

"Okay, look, it's been…" With a pause, I motioned my head to the side, hoping they could read the expression on my face. Apparently, my skills at telepathy were lacking. "You know, a while." I began to twist the napkin in my hands as I felt a look of anguish and discomfort cross my face. "You know, since…you know, um…him," I finally confessed.

"No flipping way!" Macy shouted loudly.

I looked over at her in horror. She appeared to be too shocked and far-gone to regain her composure.

"Do you mean to tell me that it's been an eternity since you had a little action down south? No wonder you kept changing the subject whenever we'd talk about it. Do you know what this means?" Macy asked.

I was almost afraid to find out because I knew I wouldn't be prepared for what could come out of Macy's mouth.

"This means you're a re-virgin." Macy waved her finger in the air. "This is so much more serious than your Kindle problem. This is a condition that needs to be remedied. Do you hear me? Seriously, you have a little gift down there to offer to the next one that visits the land down under," she said, enjoying herself a little too much. Then, she gave me a very serious look. "Just make sure you have a lot of lube. He'll love the tightness, but you might not be able to walk for a week. This is why we talk about these things. If I would've known how serious your Kindle obsession was, then we would've staged an intervention a long time ago."

My head fell to the table as I buried my face in my arms. Right now, I wanted the earth to swallow me up whole.

"Dani, you know I'm just teasing you, right? Well, not completely but still some." Macy rubbed my back, trying to comfort me back to the land of the civilized conversation.

I composed myself. "Are we done? I've answered your question. My Kindle is safe and so is my virtue apparently. I'm now thoroughly embarrassed."

"Sweetie, you don't need to be embarrassed. We're all friends here. Actually, you know we're more like sisters. We all go through dry spells. It happens," Candace said.

"Speak for yourself, Candace," Macy interrupted. With pursed lips, she shook her head as she waved her hands. "Poor Jeremy. Do you hold out on him?"

Of course, Macy had been poked more than a pincushion, so she had no clue what a dry spell was. On the other hand, Candace and Jeremy had been together since our second semester of freshman year. He was the perfect guy for Candace. Although at times, I thought he was a bit of a bore and that maybe Candace was secretly dying to let loose her inner freak.

Candace gave Macy a stern look before she turned back to me. "Seriously though, I think Macy's right. You have been revirginized."

"Guys, this is ridiculous. I'm not a virgin," I shouted and noticed heads dart up around us and looked straight at me. "It's not that there's anything wrong with being a virgin. In fact, girls should save themselves for someone special," I said to the patrons sitting around me. Shaking my head, I plastered a fake grin on my face. A slow and painful death couldn't have been worse than this moment.

"First things first, we need to take care of your current condition," Macy said.

I had always thought that if push came to shove, Macy would be on Team Dani, but no, I was wrong. I was curious as to what I was supposed to do to cure my current "condition," but then I decided this wasn't the time or the place to discuss this. Frankly, I just preferred not to discuss this at all. It's time to take control and change the subject.

"I love you guys. You're the best. I know what you're saying, and I'll take it into consideration. Let's hurry up and eat," I said, signaling the waiter. "I don't have much time since my boss is making me take another CPR class." I rolled my eyes before we ordered our food.

As a Nurse Practitioner, I could practically teach the class, but my boss was compulsive and wanted everyone to take the class with her instructor. For reasons beyond me, her instructor had the ability to teach the ABCDs of CPR better than anyone else. Apparently, my Red Cross certification wasn't enough.

Macy always tried to find the positive in the situation. "Hey, Dani, you never know," she said, winking, "maybe you'll get a hottie instructor."

"Um, don't count on it. I saw his picture on the flyer. He's an old fart. Trust me, you'd consider my book boyfriends a better option," I said before shoving French toast in my mouth.

I had answered their humiliating question, so they decided to give me a break on my Kindle with the stipulation that we have a girls' night out. Macy's new friend and secret crush, Chris Giordano, was a promoter for a new upscale club on South Beach. He'd invited her to the club and wanted her to bring her friends. I relented, knowing that I'd have Sunday to catch up on my reading.

I knew my friends had the best of intentions, and deep down, I somehow knew I deserved it all. At twenty-eight, my life wasn't the life I had pictured, but neither was my mom's when she'd found herself raising three girls alone after her marriage to my dad failed. My dad was great, and everything had seemed perfect, but apparently, perfect hadn't been enough. Maybe that was why I had horrible luck with men.

I'd spent almost two years getting balance back into my life. I was scared of getting hurt. I feared that my old patterns would return if I opened myself up. Although I hid behind my demanding job and steamy novels, as far as I was concerned, I was perfectly fine, and nothing had to change.