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  “Don’t do it,” he whispered to her. “I know she’s a horror, but don’t do it.”

  “How come she’s the only one who gets to be rude?” Tess asked. “The hell with this civilization garbage. I’m taking her on.”

  “No,” Nick said, and then Melisande said, “Children, the waiter will get the fork.”

  “Thank God, you’re an orphan,” Tess said.

  “Thank God we’re drunk or we’d have to kill ourselves,” Nick whispered back. “Listen, I love you.”

  “What?” Tess said.

  “I love you,” Nick said. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I love you. I know you’re up to something, and I don’t give a damn. I love you.”

  “Tell me our kids don’t have to take swimming lessons,” Tess said.

  Nick was puzzled. “You want them to drown?”

  “Children,” Melisande began again, and Tess pulled herself back upright, using the table edge for leverage.

  “Look,” she said. “We’re conferring down here. The fork bit is just a subterfuge, okay? It’s a ruse. Deal with it.”

  Then she ducked down next to Nick.

  “Very smooth,” he said. “I think we’re off their Christmas-card list.”

  “Oh, damn,” Tess said, and they both burst out laughing. Then Tess remembered Welch and stopped. “It’s not funny. This is terrible.”

  “What?” Nick said.

  “Children!” Melisande said, and they sat up again, both confused and one miserable.

  The duck medallions arrived accompanied by three asparagus stalks, two carrot slivers and a perfect new potato. Welch looked at the other plates, snorted and cut into his steak.

  “Do you suppose Dennis has been snacking from the plates?” Tess asked Nick. “I seem to be missing some veggies.”

  “This is it,” Nick said. “This is haute cuisine. Try not to roll in it.”

  “I hate this life,” Tess said.

  Nick frowned, confused. “Because of the vegetables?”

  “No,” Tess said. “I miss color. I hate all that black and white. And I hate those damn new clothes. And I hate this stupid restaurant.”

  Nick put down his fork. “Okay,” he said, slowly. “What do you like?”

  “You,” Tess said. “I love you. And I’m going to destroy your life.”

  Nick blinked. “Not unless you leave me.”

  Tess dropped her fork and pulled him below the table again. “I can stop the book,” she said to Nick and watched while he closed his eyes.

  “Tell me,” he said, his eyes still closed.

  “Welch is Lanny,” Tess said. “He wrote the fairy tale to begin with. He protested the war. He’s making fun of himself.”

  Nick opened his eyes. “That might not stop the book.”

  Tess nodded. “Yes, it will. Think of his pride.”

  Nick set his jaw. “I’m too confused to think this through right now. Let’s just cut to the chase here. Is there anything I can say that will make you stop this? I know this is important to you, I do understand that, but this is my partnership. I need it, Tess.”

  Tess looked at him and saw the need in his eyes, but she also saw the strength and generosity there. He’d saved Angela, got the locks put on the doors, fixed Gina up with a job, helped Tess get a chance at Decker and loved her into physical and emotional ecstasy, and now she was going to destroy his hopes. And... and in the process she’d lose him. She’d be without him forever. The thought of life without Nick was too cold and immense to absorb without reeling. “You can stop me,” she whispered.

  “Great,” he said, visibly relieved. “What do I have to do?”

  “Tell me you’ll leave me,” Tess said, and Nick’s jaw dropped. “This is important to me,” she went on. “But I don’t ever want to spend another day away from you. I love you. If you tell me this will break us up, I won’t do it.”

  Nick cupped her cheek with his hand. “I’d never say that. I would never do that. I love you. The partnership’s important, but I would never—”

  “You don’t know that,” Tess said, suddenly sure of what she was doing. “You’d resent it, after all that work you’ve put into this. It could finish us.”

  “No,” Nick began again, and then Melisande said “Children.”

  “I won’t do it,” Tess said, and straightened back in her chair.

  “You are being excessively rude,” Melisande said when Nick had straightened, but Nick ignored her and faced Welch.

  “So Tess tells me you’re Lanny,” he said to the older man. “Big switch on that fairy tale you wrote. How do you plan to explain that, anyway?”

  Welch jerked his head up sharply and then looked at Tess.

  But Tess was staring at Nick. “Are you crazy?”

  “Evidently.” Nick slumped back in his chair. “But now I’ve got nobody to resent but myself.”

  “God, I love you,” Tess said.

  “What’s this all about?” Kent said, confused and not pleased about it.

  Tess turned back to Welch. “How have you been, Lanny?” she asked.

  Welch relaxed suddenly, and looked so relieved that Tess wondered if he was glad he’d been found out. “I didn’t think you’d ever catch on,” he said to her. “You used to be a lot sharper.”

  “You used to be a lot taller,” Tess shot back.

  Welch snorted. “No, you used to be a lot shorter.”

  “And your hair was brown and you weren’t this fat,” Tess finished.

  “Really, Tess,” Kent said. “That’s hardly—”

  “I’m not fat,” Welch interrupted him.

  “Yes, you are,” Tess said. “You’ve changed. Imagine how many people will find that interesting.”

  “Not that many,” Welch said.

  “Care to risk it?” Tess said. “Should make for some interesting stories during your campaign.”

  “I don’t have to risk it. I’ve got a new job,” Welch announced, and Tess blinked at the sudden swerve in the conversation. “I’m on the board of the Decker Academy. Heard of it?”

  Tess was knocked speechless.

  “Thought you had,” Welch said smugly. “Understand we’re voting on the teaching contracts tomorrow. Only takes one no vote to stop a hire.”

  “Well, you are a son of a bitch,” Tess said in equal parts resignation and admiration.

  “Tess,” Kent said. “Nick, really—”

  “Checkmate.” Welch settled back in his chair.

  Tess folded her arms. “I withdraw my application. The hell with you.”

  Welch met her eyes and then nodded. “I figured that’s what you’d do.” He shrugged. “So, go ahead,” he said. “Do it.”

  “You know, I loved you,” Tess told him, and Kent’s eyes popped out of his head. “You meant everything to me. You taught me everything. You taught me who I was.”

  Welch shook his head. “No, I didn’t. You always knew who you were. I just gave you a boot in the rear when you needed it.”

  “When you wrote that damn book, I thought you’d ruined everything,” Tess said. “I’m still mad about it. I still hate that you did it.”

  “Yeah, I was afraid of that,” Welch said. “Damn near had a heart attack when I saw your picture in the paper with Jamieson here at the opera. And then that picture in his office.” He laughed. “It was like seeing a ghost. My past coming back to haunt me. Tessie Newhart.”

  “I wondered about that,” Tess said. “It seemed too big of a coincidence for you to just happen to invite me to that reading. So you saw the picture and then went after Nick to get me.” She considered it and then nodded. “Not bad. Very Lanny-like.” She tilted her head at him. “I liked you again, you know. Even these past weeks when I was mad as hell at you, I liked you. Lanny’s still in you somewhere.”

  “The hell he is,” Welch said. “So come on, kid, let’s get this over with. Make your move.”

  Tess turned to Nick, and Nick shrugged. “Do it,” he said. “You wi