I had to admit that a part of me had considered that a possibility. The more I thought about it, however, the more I realized she was right. I needed to do this. If Julien's distance was due to a misunderstanding, then I owed it to him, and to myself, to clear things up. Even if I'd read him wrong and he didn't want to be with me, he deserved to know how I really felt. I'd kept the clothes simple, mostly because it was cold outside and I'd be putting my coat, scarf, hat and gloves on before I went. It still wasn't the coldest it would get this winter, but I'd missed the last two winters. It was taking me a while to get back into it. When I was finally satisfied that I look nice even beneath the bulk, I got into Anastascia's car and let her drive me the half a dozen blocks to the loft Julien had bought at the end of October. I'd been there a couple of times and absolutely loved it. It was the entire top floor of an apartment building, with most of the walls knocked out to leave three bedrooms, two baths and then a giant open space that served as kitchen, dining room and living room all at once.
