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Tully laughed, but deep inside, it wasnt as funny as she wished it were. "No. "
"Well, thats good. "
"Why? Im not good enough to fall in love with? Thats for nice Catholic girls like you?"
"Hes your prof, Tully. "
"Oh, that. I dont care about stuff like that. " She looked at her friend. "I thought youd go all romance-novel on me and say it was some kind of fairly tale. "
"I need to meet him," Kate said firmly.
"Its not like we can double-date. "
"Then I guess Ill be the third wheel. Hey, he can probably get the senior rate if we go out to dinner. "
Tully laughed. "Bitch. "
"Maybe, but Im a bitch who wants more details. I want to know everything. Can I take notes?"
Kate got off the bus and stood on the sidewalk, looking down at the directions in her hand.
This was the address.
All around her, people milled about the sidewalk. Several jostled her as they passed. She squared her shoulders and headed for the door. There was no point in worrying about this meeting—shed been worrying for more than a month, and for most of that time shed also been nagging. It had not been easy to get Tully to agree to tonight.
But in the end, Kate had said the magic words—thrown the Yahtzee: Dont you trust me? After that, it had only been a matter of scheduling.
So now, on this warm evening, she was moving toward a building that looked like a tavern, on a mission to save her best friend from making the biggest mistake of her life.
Sleeping with a professor.
Really, what good could come of that?
Inside the Last Exit on Brooklyn, Kate found herself in a world unlike anything shed ever seen before. First off, the place was huge. There had to be seventy-five tables—marble ones along the walls and big, rough wooden ones in the center of the room. An upright piano and stage area seemed to be the centerpiece. On the wall beside the piano, a graying, curling poster of the "Desiderata" poem grabbed her attention. Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
Not that there was peace or silence in here. Or breathable air.
A thick blue-gray haze hung suspended, collecting in the high ceilings. Almost everyone was smoking. Cigarettes zipped up and down throughout the room, caught between fingers that gestured with each word. At first she didnt see any empty tables; every one was full of people playing chess, or reading tarot cards, or arguing politics. Several people sat in chairs around a mic, strumming their guitars.
She made her way through the tables toward the back corner. Through an open door, she could see another area out back filled with picnic tables, where more people sat around talking and smoking.
Tully sat at a table way in the back, tucked in the shadowy corner. When she saw Kate, she stood up and waved.
Kate eased past a woman smoking a clove cigarette and sidled around a post.
That was when she saw him.
Chad Wiley.
He wasnt at all what shed expected. He sat lazily in the chair, with one leg stretched out. Even in the smoke and shadows, she could see how handsome he was. He didnt look old. Tired, maybe, but in a world-weary kind of way. Like an aging gunslinger or a rock star. The smile he gave her started slowly, crinkling up his eyes, and in those eyes, she saw a knowledge that surprised her, made her miss a step.
He knew why she was here: a best friend coming to save a girl making a mistake by dating the wrong man.
"You must be Chad," she said.
"And you must be Katie. "
She flinched at the unexpected use of her nickname. It was a forcible reminder that Chad knew Tully, too.
