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  David froze.

  “It’s been three months for me, too,” Cynthie said. “So we are going to have incredible, athletic, sweaty sex right here, and then we’re going to go to dinner. And Cal will know. People look different when they’ve just had sex.”

  David swallowed. “Well, thank you, but I don’t think it’s going to—”

  Cynthie unbuttoned her jacket, revealing a shiny pink bra that was so sheer it was probably illegal in several states.

  “—accomplish anything beyond making us both feel foolish—”

  She dropped her jacket to the floor and unzipped her skirt.

  “—after the shallow physical thrill—”

  Her skirt slid down her remarkable legs, and David was left looking at the most perfect body he’d ever seen in the flesh.

  “—subsides,” he finished lamely.

  She walked up to him. “You’re not going to say no to me.”

  “I guess not,” David said and let her drag him to the floor.

  It was odd having Diana with her, Min realized when they were in The Long Shot. Like two different worlds colliding. Di looked around at everything with new eyes, smiled her delight at Shanna, laughed at everything Tony said, watched Cal with approval, and asked where Liza was, as if she wanted the complete cast of Min’s life there.

  “Working,” Tony said. “She’s decided that she’s going to revamp Emilio’s night shift first and save lunch for later. I haven’t seen her since she started.”

  “We should go to Emilio’s,” Roger said. “That way you could see Liza.”

  “I don’t want—” Tony said, but Min said, “You know, that’s a good idea. I’m hungry and Di’s never been there,” and they migrated the two blocks to Emilio’s.

  “These guys are so great,” Di whispered to her. “I didn’t know you had such a great group.”

  “Well, I don’t know that I have a group,” Min said and then realized that Di was right, that she was as relaxed with Tony as she was with Cal and that she’d long ago accepted Roger as the honorary brother-in-law that Bonnie was about to make him.

  Liza met them at the door, in a little black dress that looked like a million dollars but probably cost her ten in a thrift store somewhere. “Welcome to Emilio’s,” she said, winking at Di. “You’re going to love it here.”

  “I don’t know,” Cal said, sotto voce from behind Min and Di. “I heard the service was Tart.”

  Di elbowed Min, and said, “You weren’t supposed to tell anybody,” and then Cal grinned at her and she laughed.

  “Charm Boy,” Min said.

  Brian showed up, impeccably dressed, as Liza led them to the table by the window. “Hello,” he said. “I’m Brian, and I’ll be your server tonight.”

  “Brian?” Cal said.

  “Mr. Morrisey,” Brian said, glaring at him.

  “Don’t let the consumers get you down, Brian,” Liza said, putting her hand on his arm. “Remember, you’re better than they are.”

  “Yes, Liza,” Brian said, adoration oozing from his pores.

  “Oh, God,” Cal said.

  “You have my permission to be rude to Mr. Morrisey,” Liza told Brian.

  “Good,” Brian said, and slapped Cal on the back of the head with the menu, making Di laugh again.

  “What is this place?” she said, looking around.

  “Home,” Cal said, and Min nodded, seeing her life through Di’s eyes. It was a damn good life but somehow it had gotten tangled up in Cal’s. What am I going to do when he leaves? The thought chilled her, that she’d let things get this far, that she was in this much danger, and she stayed silent through most of dinner, listening to Diana chatter on with everybody else, watching Cal, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up, completely at home and smiling at her. He looked solid sitting there, not like David’s fashionable leanness or Greg’s gym-toned obviousness, but broad and strong and real and infinitely desirable. I could say yes to him before he goes, she thought and felt a wave of heat roll over her, and even though she knew she’d never do it, she let herself have one brief fantasy of falling back with his solid weight on top of her, his hands hot on her again, her arms wrapped around the broad bulk of him, one visceral moment that made her half close her eyes and bite her lip, and when she shook it off, he was watching her, not smiling anymore.

  “Come here and tell me what you’re thinking, Minerva,” he said, leaning toward her.

  “I don’t think so, Calvin,” she said, regrouping.

  “Hel-lo” Tony said, and the rest of the table looked where he was looking.

  David and Cynthie had come in, looking flushed. Brian gestured them to a table like a pro, and David put his hand on Cynthie’s lower back as they followed. Cynthie didn’t seem to mind.

  “Why don’t they just wear T-shirts that say, ‘We did it’?” Tony said.

  “Shhh,” Cal said. “Don’t ruin this beautiful moment.”

  Min looked at him. “You don’t mind?”

  “Why would I?” Cal said.

  “Well, she . . .” Min let the word trail off.

  “Is history,” Cal said.

  “Okay,” Min said, trying very hard not to feel glad about that.

  “How about David?” Cal said.

  “Not even history,” Min said. “The man brought me an Eiffel Tower snow globe, for heaven’s sake.”

  “We should send them a nice bottle of wine,” Cal said.

  “Why?” Tony said.

  “So they’ll get drunk and go back to bed,” Cal said. He caught Liza frowning down at him and said, “What now?”

  “Nothing,” Liza said. “I’m just thinking.”

  “Well, think about somebody else,” Cal said. “Think about Tony.”

  “I have Tony figured out,” Liza said. “You, however, are a mystery.”

  “I’m a mystery,” Tony said, wounded.

  “Want to have sex tonight?” Liza said.

  “Yes,” Tony said.

  “No mystery,” Liza said, and turned back to Cal. “Do you have any weaknesses?”

  “Min,” Cal said, smiling at Min.

  Liza closed her eyes in disgust. “I’m trying to think if I’ve ever seen you caught off guard.”

  “Well, there was the time Bentley hit me with the ball,” Cal said.

  “I know.” Liza straightened behind Cal’s chair. “Singing. You’re not shy but you won’t sing. Why is that?”

  “Lousy voice,” Cal said.

  Liza looked at Tony. “True?”

  “Nope,” Tony said. “Quit hassling him.”

  “You take care of your friends, I’ll take care of mine,” Liza said to him and turned back to Cal. “So why not?”

  “Stage fright,” Cal said. “I can’t perform in public. Too self-conscious.”

  “You?” Liza said. “I would never have guessed it.” She folded her arms. “So what would it take to get you to sing?”

  “A gun pointed at my head,” Cal said.

  “Liza,” Min said, seeing a light in Liza’s eyes that boded no good for anyone. “Why are you pushing this?”

  “Here’s the deal,” Liza said, leaning over Cal’s shoulder, her mouth close to his ear. “You sing right now, here, in front of everybody—”

  “No,” Cal said.

  “—and I will never say or do another thing to keep you away from Min.”

  Cal sat very still for a minute, and then he said to Min, “Does she keep her deals?”

  “Of course she does,” Min said. “Which doesn’t mean—”

  Cal looked up at Liza. “What do you want to hear?”

  “Oh, I’ll let you pick,” Liza said, straightening. “That should be interesting all by itself.”

  “Why are you doing this?” Min said to Liza, exasperated.

  “Because up until now, he’s had it easy,” Liza said, still watching Cal. “I want to see if he’ll break a sweat for you.”

  “It hasn’t been all that easy,” Cal said.