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They were driving to a job site and George Michael’s song “Faith” came on the radio.

Destiny turned up the radio. “Listen babe, that’s me,” she giggled. “I’ve gotta have faith.”

“Oh you do?” Faith asked with amusement in her voice.

Destiny scooted over as close as she could and reached across the console to squeeze Faith’s thigh. They listened to the words for a moment and Destiny said, “You’re not going to throw my heart back on the floor. I’ve got faith, in you, in us.”

Faith chuckled. “Does that mean you’re my destiny?” she said in a faux dreamy voice.

They both laughed and sang along with the radio.

Destiny found herself smiling at the memory as she stopped the truck. They had laughed so much and had silly fun like that often.

She walked into her apartment, starting to take her clothes off as she walked towards the shower. Do I still have faith, she wondered.

5

“That was nice of Destiny,” Mark said. “Of all people to be coming by on that back road.”

“She has a job at an apartment complex not far from the housing development,” Faith explained.

“You know, when we ran into her at the nursery I thought I was about to break up a fight between the two of you, but today it felt more like I was interrupting something.”

“I’m glad the trailer was empty when that tire decided to go,” Faith said, ignoring his comment. “I’ll take it by tomorrow and get the tire fixed.”

“Do you believe in coincidence?”

“What?” Faith said, looking over at Mark.

“You haven’t seen Destiny in a long time and now you’ve run into her twice in a matter of days,” Mark said. “I’m not sure I believe in coincidences. I think the universe or fate or whatever you want to call it is stepping in to do something about you two.”

Faith rolled her eyes and shook her head. “When did you become so philosophical?”

Mark shrugged. “You used to make fun of her name. Maybe there’s something to it.”

“Oh, so now you’re saying she’s my destiny?” Faith asked.

Mark raised his brows. “I’ve tried to keep my mouth shut about you two, but don’t you think it’s time you told her what she did?”

“She knows?—”

“No, she doesn’t, Faith,” Mark said firmly. “You may think Destiny knows whatever it is she did to make you leave, but she doesn’t.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to face it,” Faith replied. “Did you ever think of that?”

“What!” Mark exclaimed. “Destiny Green has never been afraid to face anything. You two fed off each other’s strength.”

He wasn’t wrong; they were quite a team when they worked together. Then when they had their own crews, it was fun to try and outdo the other. But Faith liked it best when their crews were working on the same project so she and Destiny could work together.

“I would never choose sides,” Mark said, bringing Faith out of her musings.

“I know you and Destiny are friends, Mark. I wouldn’t ask something like that of you.”

Mark nodded. “You might think about it,” he said. “She doesn’t know.”

Faith sighed, tired of this same conversation. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Mark shook his head and walked back to his truck. “Think about it,” he said out the window as he drove off.

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