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honest. How mad at me are you?”
    “On a scale of one to ten, this one goes to eleven.”
    “You can’t blame a girl for trying.”
    “Oh, I think I can find a way.”
    “Damn. You really are pissed.”
    “I think I have reason to be, don’t you? The least you could have done was tell me what you had planned. Then I wouldn’t have looked like a complete idiot in front of a total stranger.”
    An incredibly hot stranger.
    “If I had told you Griffin was going to be there, would you have agreed to meet up with us last night?”
    “Probably not.”
    “See?”
    “Regardless, I would have appreciated having the opportunity to make an informed decision.”
    “If you don’t stop being so logical, I’m going to have to start calling you Mr. Spock instead of Rain Man. Okay, cross my heart and hope to die. I promise not to set you up on any more blind dates.”
    “I’ll believe that when I see it.”
    Jane chuckled. “You know me too well.”
    “Thank you for trying and thanks for caring, but I’ve sworn off relationships for the immediate future and I’m seriously considering making the condition permanent.”
    “You know what’s going to happen, right? Now that you’ve sworn off women, you’re going to meet the love of your life.”
    Rachel flashed back to the night before. “Maybe I already have.”
    “Who, Griffin? I’m not surprised. And you’re welcome, by the way. After you left, she kept going on and on about you. About how different you are from anyone she’s ever met. Being unaffected by celebrity must have its advantages. Women fawn all over the girl and she barely gives them the time of day. You ignore her and she’s chomping at the bit to see you again.”
    “Is that why she invited me to her New Year’s Eve party?”
    “She did what? Color me green with envy. All the big names are going to be there. I don’t know how you snagged the invitation or what you said when you two were having shots, but whatever it was, you must have made quite an impression.”
    Rachel replayed her conversation with Griffin but couldn’t recall saying anything especially witty or incisive. Perhaps Griffin enjoyed a challenge as much as she did. Or was she looking for a pet project? If that was the case, she had better look elsewhere. Rachel didn’t feel like being anyone’s guinea pig.
    “What do you have planned for today?” Jane asked. “Colleen wants me to paint the spare bedroom and I’m desperate to get out of it. Give me a reason.”
    “Sorry. I don’t have anything exciting on tap. I’m going to clean my apartment, clean out my refrigerator, and watch an I Love Lucy marathon on TV.”
    “I’ll be right there.”

Chapter Three
     
    Rachel’s stomach growled as soon as she opened her apartment door. Jane had a bucket of caramel popcorn under one arm and a bag of chocolate-covered potato chips under the other. Colleen was carrying a two-liter bottle of soda. Rachel turned her back on the mouth-watering junk food and returned to the task at hand.
    “I’m joining a gym tomorrow,” she announced as she headed to the kitchen. “Who’s with me?”
    “Not me,” Jane said, closing the door. “I don’t do manual labor.”
    She and Colleen made themselves at home in the living room, where they curled up on the couch and watched Lucille Ball do pratfalls in a vat of grapes. Colleen put her head in Jane’s lap and Jane buried her fingers in Colleen’s auburn hair.
    They were so cute together. They had been a couple for nearly twenty years and married for the past six. They had met as freshmen at Vassar and had been an item ever since. They were truly each other’s soul mates. Filled with love, their life together was nearly perfect. The only thing missing? The baby they were desperate to have. They had been trying for five years and had spent a fortune on in vitro fertilization treatments with no luck. They had experienced their share of false alarms but no pregnancies. Lately, Jane had begun