"Stop it," he said. "You don't have to draw me any more pictures. I know Shelby is nothing like Felicia." "I wasn't talking about Shelby," Maureen said. "I was talking about you. In this case you'd be the one in love who, on a stupid, illogical whim, throws it away. Think, Luke. Don't throw away the best chance at happiness you might ever get." "Stop it," he said softly, in a desperate plea. Maureen wasn't easily intimidated. "You've held on to this anger way too long. It's time to let yourself have the life you really want." They"