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and Stacy? They’re still pretty pissed. They think you kept the truth from them because you didn’t think they could handle it.”
    “That’s not true. She simply didn’t want them to watch her suffer longer than they had to.”
    “You’ve got to talk to them about it.”
    But, as far as I knew, he never did.
    “I’ll stay.”
    I hung up a moment later and glanced up at the building. Stacy was standing just inside the glass walls of the lobby, speaking to a model-esque brunette. I’d seen them together this morning, the brunette glancing out the windows as though she thought I couldn’t see her. Or maybe she knew I could see her and she wanted me to know she was watching me. Either way, she was all business up until the moment Stacy turned and strode confidently toward me. I felt the woman’s eyes rake over me, but it was Stacy I was watching. Petite and curvy, golden and creamy, she was so familiar that it almost hurt to look at her. Her hair had been purple up until a month ago, a bright, glossy purple. I almost missed the bright color even though the gold was respectful; it was the proper appearance she was going for with this new job. But the purple was her personality. She was redefining herself slowly, bit by bit, in the aftermath of Davis’ death and that bothered me.
    What was wrong with whom she’d been before.
    “Do you have to always be here? What do you do all day?”
    “Flirt with the pretty girls coming in and out of the offices.”
    She glanced at me. “Find anyone interesting?”
    “Who was that brunette you were just talking to?”
    “Sara. My immediate supervisor.” I could hear the eye roll in her voice even though she stopped short of actually doing it. “She stood just behind my shoulder all day, correcting every single little mistake I made. It was my first day, for God’s sake! But she wouldn’t let me get away with anything, not even an extra minute on my afternoon coffee break.”
    “Isn’t that her job?”
    Stacy glared at me. “Just like you to side with her.”
    “I ran the entire PR department at MCorp. I know what it’s like to have employees who try to take advantage of everything.”
    “Yeah, well, I’m just a girl trying to do the best I can. I don’t need someone breathing down my neck twenty-four seven.”
    “Then go into self-employment because that’s the only place where you can do whatever you want. Though, I don’t suppose it would please your clients if you didn’t at least deliver the work on time.”
    She groaned, but she didn’t say anything else. We walked in heavy silence to the subway, jumping the train for Brooklyn. She had a little apartment on the corner of a quiet residential street there. It was paid for by money she got from Davis’ life insurance. I was surprised, to be honest, that the man had bothered to change the beneficiary of his insurance when they became engaged. But he apparently did, and my dear sister got enough to buy the apartment outright and pay off her college loans. If there’d been more, she would have gone to graduate school. But there wasn’t, and she wasn’t about to take money from Pops, something I both admired and thought was just plain stupid. If I hadn’t had Pops’ support, I never would have finished school. She should finish school, but it wasn’t like she was going to listen to anything I had to say.
    I felt her watching me as we traveled at opposite ends of the train car. She thought she could escape me if she rushed off ahead of me, but she never did. After six months, I could predict her every move before she even knew what she was going to do. She rarely surprised me.
    Until tonight.
    “Why don’t you come up? Have dinner with me?”
    I glanced at her as we walked the short distance from the train to her building.
    “Really?”
    She nodded, her eyes cutting away from mine.
    “Sure.”
    She gestured for me to lead the way as we slipped through the front door. I glanced back at her, a little