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  “Don’t call her that,” Cal said. “Her name is Min. She’s a good woman, apart from her rage.” He watched her as she leaned sideways in her chair to say something to Bonnie. “She’s not chubby. She’s just got a really round body. Everywhere.”

  “Nice rack,” Tony said, trying to be fair. “So you struck out, huh?”

  “No,” Cal said, turning his back on them again. “I asked her to dinner and she went. Then I walked her home and said good-bye. I did not strike out.”

  “Finally, a woman you can’t get,” Tony said, satisfaction in his voice. “That’s kind of depressing because it’s like an era is passing—”

  “I didn’t try,” Cal said.

  “—but it’s good to know you put on your pants one leg at a time like the rest of us.”

  “I’ve never understood that,” Cal said. “How else would you put on your pants?”

  Tony leaned over. “Ten bucks says you can’t get Min to go out with you tomorrow night.”

  “I don’t want to go out with her tomorrow night,” Cal said.

  “Take her to the movies,” Tony said. “You won’t have to talk to her.”

  “Tony . . .”

  “Ten bucks, hotshot. I don’t think you can do it.”

  Cal looked over his shoulder at Min. All the laughing aside, she didn’t look any more relaxed than she’d been Wednesday night. And she was ignoring him. He shook his head at Tony. “She won’t go. No bet.”

  “This is hard to believe,” Tony said. “You chickening out.”

  “Tony, she hates men right now. She just broke up with somebody.”

  “Well, there you go. She’s on the rebound,” Tony said. “That gives you an edge. You could get her into bed.”

  “I don’t want her in bed,” Cal said. “She’ll probably ice pick the next guy she sleeps with to get even with the guy who dumped her. Trust me, this is not a woman you close your eyes around.”

  “Wuss,” Tony said. “I’ll make it easy. Lunch. Ten bucks says you can’t get her to lunch.”

  Cal looked over at Min again. What would get her to lunch? She was sitting back in her chair now, smiling at Roger, as if she were sizing him up. Protective of her friend. She could relax about Roger. If Bonnie got him, she’d be a lucky woman.

  Of course, Min didn’t know that.

  “You in?” Tony said.

  So if he went over and said—

  “Cynthie just came in,” Tony said.

  “Hell” Cal sat up but didn’t look toward the door. “She hates this bar. Why—”

  “She’s stalking you,” Tony said. “She must really want to get married. And she’s headed this way.”

  “Right.” Cal stood up. “Come on.”

  “Where?” Tony said, not rising.

  “Over there so you can harass your redhead while I get a lunch date and duck Cyn. You’re on.”

  “You just lost ten bucks, old buddy,” Tony said, practically chortling. “I saw Min’s face when you came in, and she was not happy to see you.” He stood up, too. “I can’t believe you went for that. You hit her in the head, you dork. Why would she go anywhere with you?”

  “Ten bucks first,” Cal said, holding out his hand.

  “You have to get the date first,” Tony said. “Which ain’t happening.”

  “No, this is for the redhead who did not come to get you in five minutes,” Cal said, and Tony sighed and got out his wallet.

  Min was ignoring Cal and checking out Roger, when Liza pulled up the chair to her right and sat down.

  “So,” Liza said, sliding over a Diet Coke and rum. “What’s new with Di?”

  “I called her today,” Min said, picking up her drink. “I asked her if everything was okay with Wet—” She closed her eyes. “—with Susie, and she said, yes, Susie’s dating a very nice man and she’s fine with the wedding. And Worse . . . and Karen has talked to Susie and has assured Diana that Susie’s fine with it.”

  “Is she delusional?” Liza said, as somebody pulled up a chair to Min’s left.

  “Who? Wet, Worse, or Diana?” Min said.

  “All of them,” Liza said.

  “My guess is that Wet’s being brave, Worse is being a bully, and Diana’s in denial,” Min said, turning to see who was on her left. “Oh,” she said, when she saw Cal sitting there with two glasses in front of him. He was as beautiful as he’d been two nights before, and her DNA went wild again.

  “Hello, little girl,” he said and flipped the hood on her sweater.

  Liza snorted and turned to talk to Bonnie on her other side.

  “Oh, that’s good,” Min said. “You’re definitely the first person to make a Red Riding Hood crack to me tonight. I’m never wearing this sweater again.”

  “Hostility,” Cal said. “It’s déjà vu all over again. How’s your head?”

  “The pain comes and goes,” Min said. “And then there are the voices.”

  “Good. Now you have someone to talk to. Who are Wet, Worse, and Diana, and how did they get those terrible names?”

  “Nobody you want to know.” Min picked up her drink. “What are you up to?”

  “Let me guess,” Cal said, his voice heavy with scorn. “That’s a rum and Diet Coke. The breakfast of dieters.”

  “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

  “No, Buffy. Fate sent me over here to teach you to drink with dignity.” He took her rum away from her and slid one of his glasses over to her. “Glenlivet. Drink it slowly.”

  Min frowned at him. “This is your idea of charm?”

  “No,” Cal said. “I don’t waste charm on you. I’m trying to help you grow. Real women do not screw up good booze with diet soda.”

  “Peer pressure,” Min said. “It never stops.”

  “Try it,” Cal said. “One sip. You hate it, I’ll give you this slop back.”

  Min shrugged. “Okay.” She picked it up and took a drink and then choked as the Scotch seared her throat.

  “I said, sip, Dobbs,” Cal said over her gasping. “You’re supposed to savor it, not guzzle it.”

  “Thank you,” Min said when she had her breath back. “You can go now.”

  “No, I can’t.” He leaned closer, and Min started to feel too warm in her sweater. “I have a deal for you.”

  Min picked up the Scotch again and sipped it. It was nice when you sipped it.

  Cal leaned closer until he was almost whispering in her ear. “I want to know about Bonnie.”

  His breath was warm on her neck, and Min blinked at him. “Bonnie? I think Roger’s got dibs on Bonnie.”

  “I know. That’s why I want to know about her. Roger is . . .” Cal looked across the table. “. . . not adept with women. I want to know about your friend.”

  “Well,” Min said, prepared to give Bonnie a perfect report card.

  “Not here,” Cal said, still too close. “I think they’ll notice. I’ll meet you for lunch tomorrow. You know where Cherry Hill Park is?”

  “I’ve heard of it,” Min said. “I don’t have the bank account to go up there and hang around.”

  “There’s a picnic area on the north side,” Cal said. “I’ll meet you at the first table tomorrow at noon.”

  “Why do I feel like there should be a code word?” Min said, finally pulling away from him. “I’ll say ‘pretentious’ and you say ‘snob.’ ”

  “You want to know about Roger or not?” Cal said.

  Min looked back at Bonnie. If you didn’t know her, she looked detached, but Min knew her. Bonnie was glowing. “Yes.”

  “Good,” Cal said. “Let me see your shoes.”

  “What?” Min said, and Cal looked under the table. She pulled her foot out, and he looked down at her open-toed high-heeled mules, laced across her instep with black leather thongs that contrasted with her pale skin and bright red toenail polish. “Liza calls them ‘Toes in Bondage,’ ” she said helpfully.

  “Does she?” Cal sat very still, looking at her toes for a long momen