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egg-shaped glasses.
    “Is there anything you don't know about?” Lydia joked.
    Billy's face got serious. “I don't know why I overreacted about you and the golf pro,” he admitted. “How's that for starters?”
    Lydia smiled. “Pretty danged good.”
    “I assumed the worst,” Billy continued, “when what's-his-name—Luis?—came to the hotel when we were there. I don't know. There was just something about that smug asshole.”
    “He is an asshole.” Lydia wiped the condensation off the side of her drink.
    “Just assure me of one thing.”
    “Anything.”
    He looked at her closely. “You never did the guy. Right?”
    Lydia raised her right hand the way she'd seen people do in movies. “Billy Martin, I wouldn't let that guy touch me with a ten-foot nine-iron.”
    He kept his eyes on her for a moment, then picked up his drink and cradled it thoughtfully. “I talked to him this morning. Face to face.”
    Uh-oh. This was bad. Very, very bad.
    “You went to see him?” Lydia asked. “When?”
    “This morning. At the club.”
    She puffed some air out of her lips in what she hoped was controlled nonchalance. “What did Prince Charming have to say?”
    “A crock of shit about your alleged night together.”
    Lydia looked up at him. “As long as you know it was a crock.”
    “The guy's a dick. If you were going to cheat on me, I know it wouldn't be with a lowlife like him.”
    Ouch. “I wouldn't cheat on you at all,” Lydia insisted. She scooched up against Billy's broad shoulder. Hearing all this made her feel terrible. There was nothing she could do to turn back the clock, but at least she'd learned from her mistake. She could only imagine what Luis had told Billy. The worst part was that Luis hadn't had to make much up. She couldn't help it— she wondered whether Luis had said anything about it being her very first time.
    “I told the schmuck to stay the hell away from you,” Billy reported. “And that's all I want to say about him for the rest of my life.”
    “You and me both.”
    “You let me know if he gives you any grief. I think he got my message.”
    The music picked up, and a few couples rose from their couches or love seats to dance. Lydia leaned in toward Billy and indicated the dancing couples. “Let's finish our drinks and go do what they're doing.”
    His answer was to drain his Condor, motion to the waitress for two more, and lead Lydia to the dance floor. Somehow, being in his arms, swaying to the music, was a lot easier than talking. She gave herself over to the smooth rhythms and let the music take her away to someplace where no one had even heard of an assistant golf pro named Luis.
    “Good morning.”
    Kat's greeting was understated as Lydia slipped into the brightly lit kitchen the next morning at eight-thirty. The large windows reflected sunlight and another clear blueCalifornia day, and Lydia's head pulsed slightly. She felt mildly hungover— she and Billy had stayed out until the club closed, polishing off several more California Condors in the interim. Lydia had half hoped that Billy would take her back to his place in Venice— or at least offer to take her back—but it wasn't meant to be. She had to work this afternoon, and he was supposed to go to LAX to meet his parents, who were coming in from Washington, D.C., on a red-eye. They'd made plans to talk to each other on Sunday night and try to get together on Tuesday, and that was it. Lydia did mention that her cousin Jimmy was absolutely dying to go to a Dodgers game, and Billy had responded with enthusiasm. They were at home on Tuesday afternoon. Maybe he could take Jimmy to the game, and then he and Lydia could go out Tuesday night? Lydia thought that was a wonderful plan.
    “Morning,” Lydia replied. “Where is everyone?”
    Kat, who was dressed in a pair of men's blue-and-white-striped gym shorts and a T-shirt from the 1994 championships at Wimbledon—where she'd reached round sixteen in singles and the