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following Wednesday mornings. Sporting my pair of extra-dark sunglasses, a double espresso latte in my hand and a hangover that would put any freshman college student to shame, I rolled into the spa wishing I was a trust-fund celebuspawn who didn’t have to work.
    Bev was sitting at my reception desk, checking out her schedule for the day. “Good night out with Mom?” she asked, barely even looking at me.
    “The usual,” I said, not taking my shades off. I wasn’t ready for the world just yet.
    “I’ll be out of your way in a sec,” Bev assured me. “Your mom still a basket case?”
    “Yeah, she’s freaking about my dad’s wedding coming up.”
    Bev got up out of my chair. “Oh yeah, I guess so. When’s the wedding again?”
    I slid into my chair. “September nineteenth. Haven’t you sent your reply back yet?”
    She shook her head, looking guilty. “No, but I guess I’d better. Wow, that’s just over a month away. What are you wearing? Is Max renting a tux or does he own one?”
    Taking off my sunglasses, I stared stupidly at my friend. It hadn’t occurred to me until that very moment, that in dumping Max, I had lost my date to my dad’s wedding. Not that he was a great date, but even he was better than going alone.
    Bev leaned back in the chair. “What? What did I say? Does Max have an aversion to tuxedos? Stop looking at me like that. What? Is there something on my face?” Her hands lifted and she began wiping non-existent crumbs from her mouth.
    I finally blinked. “No. You’re fine. But…I broke up with Max,” I said, my voice catching on the dryness in my throat.
    Bev dropped her hands from her face and her eyes became saucers. “What? When?”
    “Saturday night, after the restaurant opening.” I began to mentally go through my phone book. Who could I dredge up to be my escort to the wedding?
    “Why?” Bev asked. “I thought it was going okay. How have you not told me this?”
    I arranged my coffee cup and pencils on my desk just the way I liked them as I formulated my answer.
    “He was… I’d just had enough.” I shook my hand, dismissing my whole relationship with Max in one little gesture.
    “Okay, Channing Tatum he is not,” Bev nodded. “But he was okay. Do you think maybe you’re being a bit picky?”
    Well, honestly, why shouldn’t I be picky? If I could find the perfect man who met all my needs, why shouldn’t I?
    I’d never say it out loud, but I knew Bev was a bit jealous. She wasn’t the most attractive girl and always had a bit more trouble getting dates than I did. She had the attitude that I should be appreciative of any man who was interested in me, made a decent living and wasn’t a serial killer. I’m sure that’s how she felt about her own love life, but frankly, for me it just wasn’t enough. I could afford to be picky. If I kicked one guy to the curb, indubitably, another one would be waiting to take his place.
    But in answer to Bev’s question, I just shrugged and took a sip of my latte.
    “You’re unbelievable,” she said as she turned to leave the lobby. “Let me know when my nine-thirty gets here.”
    I opened my purse, got out my phone book and flipped through the pages. I didn’t really relish the idea of calling old flames out of the blue to see if they’d go with me to my dad’s wedding: they would smell the desperation on me and there was nothing worse than a man who knew he had you where he wanted you. No, that would be a last resort.
    And, anyway, I hadn’t officially told Max we’d broken up, I’d just dodged his calls for a couple days. Maybe I could still salvage the relationship and drag it out until after the wedding. I considered the alternative: going single to my dad’s wedding. Ugh, that was so not an option.
    Time for some damage control, I thought. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had a few minutes before the spa opened. I picked up the phone and called Max’s store.
    “Levine’s Jewelers,” Max’s dad answered