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my fault. Still, I got the ‘never darken my door again’ speech.”
    â€œThat’s terrible,” she said.
    â€œIt was good actually. I finally learned to take care of myself. I kind of floated for a while. I actually did some acting—and got paid for it. My most legit job was at this dinner theater in Phoenix. I did two shows with them— Cat on a Hot Tin Roof , and Guys and Dolls .”
    â€œThat’s great—getting paid for acting?” Maggie smiled at him, and he smiled back.
    â€œI guess. It was…It really wasn’t that great. They didn’t pay very much. I had to wash dishes, and…” He shrugged. “Their leading lady had nothing on you.”
    Yeah, right. “Thanks.”
    When he looked at her, something sparked. Maggie felt it deep in the pit of her stomach, and she had to look away. She’d trained herself for so long to feel nothing more than friendship for Matt that this kind of physical attraction seemed odd and unnatural.
    His eyes gleamed with humor. “Oh, here’s a story you’ll really like. When I was in L.A., I managed to get this agent. What a sleazeball. He told me he could get me some work in the movies. Nothing big, you know—bit parts. But still, it was the movies …. Anyway, he sent me on an audition, right?”
    Maggie nodded, watching Matt’s face as he talked, the corners of his mouth quivering with restrained laughter. It was hard to believe that it had been ten years since she’d seen him. It just seemed so natural, sitting here together.
    â€œSo I go into this place,” he said, “and I realize that it’s not a cattle call. You know, there’re not four hundred other guys that look sort of like me lining up to audition for the part of the store owner who says ‘A dollar fifty,’ to Keifer Sutherland when he comes into the convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes. The director actually comes out and shakes my hand—if you can believe that—and he takes me into the studio. I was so jazzed. They had cameras set up on a soundstage, along with this living room set. It looked like a stock American home set—something out of a sitcom, you know?”
    He paused, taking a sip of water. “Well, imagine my surprise when the director told me to go ahead and take off my clothes.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYeah.” Matt grinned. “It didn’t take me long to figure it out. I asked to see the script and it was called—I’ll never forget this— Sleazy Does It. It was a porno flick, Mags. It wasn’t an audition—they were just going to shoot the film that same day. Is that too scary or what?”
    Maggie had to laugh. Poor Matt. Thinking he was going to get a part in a major motion picture…“Did you do it?”
    He choked on his water and glared at her, mock outrage on his face. “Thanks a lot. No, I did not do it.”
    She was still laughing. “Your past ten years have been much more exciting than mine.”
    â€œYou graduated from Yale, went to law school and managed to get an M.B.A. at the same time. You had a fire, moved back in with your folks. You dated someone named Tom for four years, now you’re seeing a guy named Brock Donovan. You’ve had the lead in Oklahoma, Carousel, Paint Your Wagon, Showboat, The Boyfriend, Superman, Anything Goes, Guys and Dolls, Lil’ Abner and one more…. What was it?”
    â€œ Annie, Get Your Gun .” Maggie couldn’t believe it. “How do you know all that?”
    He closed his eyes, placing his fingertips on his forehead. “Matthieu senses all,” he said with a heavy Eastern European accent. “I also know that Angie’s married now,” he added in his regular voice.
    There was something in his face, in his tone, that Maggie couldn’t read.
    â€œYeah,” she said. “Freddy’s great. You’d like him. But