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  “He’d have made partner,” Jefferson said, all pretense of light conversation gone.

  “Third partner, maybe, after he’d followed you and Reynolds around,” Min said. “Plus there’d be your partner and his children to contend with. Within the family, he’s always going to be the baby. He had to get out. And then, of course, there’s the dyslexia.”

  The silence that settled over the table that time was so complete that Min was amazed there wasn’t hoarfrost on all of them. She picked up her knife and fork and cut into her filet again, wishing she could ask for a Styrofoam box and go home.

  “We prefer not to discuss Cal’s handicap,” Lynne said with finality.

  Min took her time with the filet, but when she’d swallowed, she said, “Why? It’s part of who he is, it helped shape him. It’s not shameful. Over ten percent of the population is dyslexic, so it’s not rare. And it’s a large part of why he started his own firm. Ninety-two percent of dyslexics go into business for themselves. They need to control the environment in which they work because the regular working environment isn’t sympathetic to their needs. And they generally do very well because they are generally intelligent, empathetic people.” She picked up her water glass. “You have a son who’s smart, hardworking, successful, popular, healthy, charming, and extremely pleasant to look at. I’m surprised you’re not passing his picture around to all your friends, bragging about him.” She turned to smile up at Cal and found him watching her, his face wooden. “I’d brag about him if he were mine and I had a picture.”

  “We are, of course, quite proud of Calvin,” Lynne said, her voice bleak.

  “Oh, good,” Min said, going back to her plate. “He’s right about the filet, too. It’s fabulous.”

  “Thank you,” Lynne said, and then she turned to Reynolds and asked him about work. Fifteen minutes later, dessert was served; Reynolds, Lynne, and Jefferson were discussing the firm; Cal was still silent; Bink had eaten three slivers of carrot and sucked down all her wine; and Min had had enough.

  She put her napkin down by her plate, and said, “You know, I’m really Harry’s date, so if you’ll excuse me, I’ll join him.” Then she got up and went out to the hall to find the kitchen.

  When she got there, Harry was finishing off his ice cream under the watchful eyes of the woman who’d served dinner.

  “Hey, fish guy,” she said. “Is there any more of that?”

  Harry nodded at the woman. “She’s the one, Sarah.”

  “Huh,” Sarah said, surveying Min from head to toe. “What would you like on your ice cream?”

  “Chocolate,” Min said, sitting down across from Harry. “Chocolate is always good.”

  Harry scraped the bottom of his bowl with his spoon, and then sat silently looking at Min, as owlish as his mother, until Sarah put Min’s ice cream in front of her. There was a lot of it.

  “Thank you,” Min said, taken aback. “I’m Min, by the way.” She held out her hand to the maid.

  “Sarah,” the woman said, shaking it. “Eat it before it melts.”

  Min nodded and scooped up a spoonful. The ice cream was heavenly, superfatted and smooth, and the chocolate exquisitely light and bittersweet. She had to hand it to Lynne Morrisey: The woman provided excellent food.

  Sarah leaned back against the sink. “So you talked back to the Snow Queen?”

  Min thought about pretending she didn’t understand and then shrugged. “I disagreed with her.”

  Sarah nodded. “You won’t be back.”

  “Lord, no,” Min said.

  Harry put down his spoon, alarmed. “Are you still coming to the park?”

  “Yes,” Min said. “Although I’m not sure your uncle Cal is still speaking to me.”

  “He seems like a nice guy,” Sarah said. “Quiet. We don’t see him much.”

  “I can imagine,” Min said, and then Cal came into the kitchen. “Hi, there,” she said, waving her spoon at him. “Turns our your mom has great taste in ice cream, too.” Which figured, come to think of it.

  Cal nodded, expressionless. “You ready to go?”

  Min looked at her full bowl of premium sugar and fat, and sighed. “Yes,” she said obediently and put her spoon down. If she were Cal, she’d be screaming to get out of here, too.

  Cal went out into the hall and Harry said, “Can I have your ice cream?”

  “Will you barf?” Min said.

  Harry shook his head. “Not ice cream.”

  Min pushed the bowl across to him. “Knock yourself out.” She stood up. “It was very nice meeting you, Sarah.”

  “Yeah,” Sarah said. “Good luck.”

  She met Cal in the hall, and he opened the door for her without speaking. They’d almost made it to the steps when Bink appeared in the doorway. “Well?” she said to Cal.

  Cal shook his head at her, and she smiled at Min and said, “It was so nice to see you again,” sounding as if she meant it. Cal turned and walked down the steps as Bink slipped away again, and Min followed him, fairly sure they were about to fight.

  Well, she had no regrets. She slid into the front seat of Cal’s car and settled into the leather seat. Okay, she’d miss the car. And the food, although she could still go to Emilio’s without him. And—

  Cal got in the car and slammed the door and then sat there for a moment, and Min looked at his rigid profile and thought, And you. I’m going to miss you.

  “What did Bink want?” she said, trying to stave off whatever was coming.

  Cal turned to her, and when he spoke, his voice was so strained it almost broke. “I am so sorry about that.”

  “What?” Min said, taken aback.

  “My family.” He closed his eyes, and then said viciously, “They usually behave very well in front of strangers.”

  “I don’t think I was their type,” Min said, keeping her voice light. “And then I was rude. But the good news is, I got great food and I never have to see them again. Do you know what kind of ice cream that was? Because it was phenomenal, although I’m guessing it wasn’t nonfat.”

  “You don’t care?” Cal said.

  “That your mother is a witch and your father is a bastard and your brother is a supercilious moron?” Min said. “No. Why should I? They’re not my family. Who are looking pretty damn good right about now, so I owe you for that. Now about the ice cream—”

  He leaned forward and kissed her, hard, and she put her hand on his cheek and kissed him back, falling into that same hot, glittery rush she got every time, so glad to be touching him, to have his hand laced through her curls, to be with him. When he broke the kiss, she stayed close to him, not ready to let him go. “Was that because I insulted your mother?” she said, a little dazed. “Because I have lots of other horrible things to say about her.”

  Cal grinned, and she relaxed because he looked like Cal again. “Nah, I just like kissing you.”

  “Oh, good,” Min said, recovering. “Except, stop that because we’re not doing that. I was just relieved because I thought you were never going to want to see me again. I’m positive your family doesn’t want to.”

  Cal put the key in the ignition and started the car. “Oh, some of them do.”

  “Harry.” Min leaned back in her seat, and tried to think about something else besides kissing him. “That’s just because I gave him my ice cream.”

  Cal slowed the car. “He had yours and his?”

  “Yes,” Min said. “He said he didn’t throw up ice cream.”

  “He lied.” Cal stopped the car. “It’s sugar in general that makes him sick.”

  “Do we have to go back?” Min said, alarmed.

  “Christ, no.” Cal pulled out his cell phone. When he’d warned Bink about the imminent vomiting, he started the car again.

  “Great, I poisoned her kid,” Min said. “Now she hates me, too.”

  “No. She knows Harry and the cons he pulls for sugar. She likes you.”

  “She didn’t look like it.”

  “N