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it’s kind of a drag—they live in London.”
    â€œThat must be tough,” he sympathized. “You and Angie stayed close, didn’t you?”
    Maggie nodded. “I miss her.”
    â€œDid she ever tell you…”
    â€œWhat?”
    He shook his head. “Why we broke up. I don’t know. It all seems so silly now.”
    He was looking at her, and she felt herself blush under his scrutiny.
    â€œWhy did you break up?” she asked.
    â€œMaybe I’ll tell you some other time,” he said. His eyes were warm. Hot, almost…
    Where are we going?
    Does it matter?
    No .
    Maggie cleared her throat. “Are you going to audition for the summer musical? I mean, are you going to be in town for a while?”
    â€œYeah, I’ll be here at least three months,” he said. “I don’t know about the show, though. I saw the audition notice in the paper. It’s tomorrow, right? But the show was one I didn’t recognize.”
    â€œIt’s called Day Dreamer . It was written by this local team of writers. It’s not…It’s really funny. And the music’s good, too….” Maggie felt herself babbling in an effort to keep the conversation pointed securely away from the physical attraction that seemed to simmer between them.
    But she lapsed into silence as he sat back in his chair, his eyes still glued to her face. As he moved, the muscles in his arms and chest moved, too. It was hypnotizing. With a motion that was clearly well-practiced, he tossed his hair out of his face, back behind his shoulders.
    â€œI guess I’ll audition,” he said. “If you’re going to…”
    â€œMatt, why do you wear your hair like that?” she asked. “I mean, it’s beautiful, but you always had short hair. In school, you used to make fun of the boys who wore their hair long….”
    â€œIt’s a complicated story,” he said evasively. He sat forward, pointing at her salad. “Are you going to eat that?”
    She wasn’t very hungry. “Do you want it?”
    â€œNo, I want to get out of here,” he told her. “I want to take you to see something.”
    He stood up, tugging down on the thighs of his jeans in amovement that was all Matthew. How many thousands of times had she seem him do that?
    But going vegan and quitting drinking and smoking, and the new super healthy body…
    As they left the café and walked down the stairs to the lobby, he caught her puzzled look and said, “What?”
    It was remarkable, really. With his dazzling white T-shirt tucked into the top of his blue jeans, his long hair cascading halfway down his broad back, he was an odd mixture of her friend Matt and her fantasy jungle man. He looked sort of like Matt and he moved and talked sort of like Matt, but there was so much more that was different about him now. She could see so many changes in him, the most startling being his confidence, his solid, quiet strength.
    Again, she found herself attracted to him, and that felt strange.
    â€œI’m trying to figure out exactly who you are,” she said bluntly, “just who it is you’ve become.”
    He looked startled for a moment, and then he laughed. “You know, Mags,” he said, “I really did miss you. You and your honesty.”
    He opened the door leading out of the club. With a grand gesture, he motioned for her to go through.
    Outside, the night air was cool, and Maggie shivered slightly. Matt casually draped an arm around her shoulders.
    His touch was warm, and Maggie felt the urge to lean against him, to rest her head on his shoulder, wrap her own arm around his waist.
    But he was just being friendly old Matt. Wasn’t he?
    She pulled away. “Your car or mine?”
    Matt turned around and gave her such a look that she had to laugh. “I assume that means you still have to be the driver, right?” she said.
    He grinned.