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said.
    “She just dumped Matthew,” Darla said, and stopped in her tracks. “Oh, my God, she’s after Nick.”
    “Maybe she just thought there was something wrong with her car,” Max said. “You don’t really want another dog, do you?”
    “No, and anyway, Quinn wants it.” Darla’s mind turned over the possibilities, sliding away from her own disappointment. “I’m telling you, if that Toyota comes back in here again within the week, she’s gunning for Nick.” She turned to look at Max. “Should we try to save him?”
    “Nick doesn’t need saved from anybody,” Max said, and he looked so uncomfortable, Darla let the subject drop. Max and Nick were close, but they didn’t interfere with each other, a relationship plan that had worked for the thirty-five years they’d been brothers. No need for her to go suggesting they change it now.
    “All right,” she said, and Max said, “What do you mean, Quinn’s keeping it? That’s not like her.”
    Darla followed him out into the dreary March dusk, trudging through the slush and thinking that Quinn would laugh when she found out Barbara was after Nick, and trying hard not to think about how much she’d wanted to make love back in the office, something different, just once after seventeen years.
    “Maybe she wants something different,” Darla said, and Max said, “Quinn? Not likely.” He yanked open the truck door on the driver’s side and climbed in. “She’s got a good life, and if she plays her cards right, she can keep it forever. Why mess it up?”
    Darla stood in the parking lot, the snow drifting around her, suddenly cold to the bone. “Because sometimes you need something new to feel alive again, Max. Sometimes what used to be good isn’t enough.”
    “What are you talking about?” Max leaned over and opened the passenger door. “That’s the dumbest thing I ever heard. Get in here before you freeze.”
    Darla walked around the truck, and climbed into her seat. She wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but she was fairly sure she knew how she felt.
    And if Max thought he was getting laid tonight after the kids were in bed, he didn’t know her at all.
    He patted her knee. “After the news, girl,” he said. “You and me.”

    Saying no, flat-out no, went to Quinn’s head like cheap wine—she felt dizzy and lightheaded and a little sick as Bill smiled at her, his lips together.
    “Don’t be silly,” he said. His face was set in the benevolent Captain of the Universe look that had earned him the respect of all of Tibbett. A real man’s man, her father had said when she’d brought him home the first time. Which would explain why she didn’t want him now. Let the men have him.
    Quinn bent to put Katie on the floor. As she stood, she looked past Bill to where pots simmered on the stove, and flushed with annoyance. “You cooked again. I’ve told you over and over, on Wednesdays I eat with Darla—”
    “You eat early,” Bill said. “And pizza is not good food. You need good food.” He opened a cupboard and took out a plate.
    Quinn considered running down the food groups that pizza satisfied and gave up. It was easier to eat than to argue. She walked across the kitchen to rummage in the cupboard under the sink, Katie tiptoeing anxiously behind her, toenails clicking on the tile floor. “Where’s the puppy chow from the last time?”
    “Clear in the back.” Bill’s voice sounded flat, and Quinn pulled her head out in time to see him glaring at Katie.
    Quinn stuck her head back into the cupboard and fished out the puppy chow. When she stood, Bill had his back to her, dishing up noodles and sauce.
    “Our lease says no pets.” Bill put the plate on the table and stood beside it, his arms folded, a nonjolly, nongreen giant.
    Quinn poured chow into a bowl and put it on the floor. “Come on, baby. Dinner.”
    The dog sniffed the food and began to eat cautiously. Quinn filled a second bowl with water and put it beside the