In a calm voice, she said, "According to the zodiac, Scorpios are very romantic, which is exactly what Cancers want. I thought you didn't have a romantic bone in your body. But now I get it. You can be romantic around other women." She always thought that Wesley just didn't know what romance was. But now she knew she was wrong. She just didn't deserve his affection.

Wesley felt like a jerk.

“Wayne was a playboy. I had to flirt with those women. It was part of the mission. But I know I was wrong. It's all my fault. Madam Blair, please give me a chance to make it up to you."

"I'm not your madam, and it's too Late." Her reply was firm.

Wesley wiped her tears gently.

"I can't date Garnet. We're part of the same branch of the military. We can't marry our colleagues. Besides, I don't want her. You know what? According to the zodiac, when a Scorpio and a Cancer fall in love with each other, they won't break up till the world ends. We're so right for each other. You know it, and I know it."

Wesley vowed he would never Let her go as long as he lived.

"Maybe. But you forget that there are a lot of Scorpios out there. I have my pick," Blair sneered and looked at Wesley. She wanted to know how he would react.

Wesley had a hard time with that one. Everything he wanted to say was caught in his throat. After some thought, he said, "But there's only one Wesley. You going to dump me?"

"Yeah." She looked determined.

“ALL right." He dropped his hand from her chin and nodded his head.

*So is he going to give up just Like that?’ Blair mused.

“Just sit here and enjoy. I'LL get you a new blouse." He tried to give her his shirt again.

Blair took a deep breath and refused him.

"No, thanks. I'll call Joslyn and have her bring me one."

"Okay." Wesley agreed again. What else could he do?

This gave Blair butterflies in her stomach. ‘He's being awfully agreeable.’ She fished her phone out of her purse and called Joslyn, looking distracted.

"Hi Joslyn. You busy now?"

“Nope. Just playing with my baby."

"I've got a problem. You have a blouse I can borrow?" Blair stammered.

She found it rather embarrassing.

“A blouse? What's wrong? Did you lose yours?" Joslyn was kind of worried about her friend, but she couldn't help being flippant. It was an odd request.

Blair cast a casual glance at Wesley, who was sitting in the front row

“Um...a stray dog ran up and tore the hell out of my top. My date shooed him away, but I'm a mess."

“Huh? That's weird. You're okay, though, right? He didn't bite you?"