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fell for a minute, then Angus said, “I thought I knew everything about this area. I was trying to impress you with my Wyeth lecture.”
    “I was impressed.” Nat smiled. “I think the Progressive Meetinghouse still stands. I read that it’s part of Longwood Gardens.”
    “So why don’t we go, after the prison?” Angus shifted gears around a curve, and his hand accidentally bumped her knee.
    “I can’t. I should get back to work.”
    “We can get back by two, even if we grab lunch.”
    Did he just ask me out? “I don’t have time. I’m working on an article.”
    “But how can you pass up the chance to see it? You teach it.”
    “I teach The Merchant of Venice without going to Italy. That’s why we have books.”
    “No, that’s why we have clinics,” Angus shot back with a grin. “How about Saturday? We can take in the Wyeth museum, find the meetinghouse, and then have dinner. A day o’ fun!”
    His hand bumped her knee again, and this time, Nat wondered how accidentally. She stole a glance at his left hand. No wedding band, but maybe he didn’t wear one. She had thought he was married. For school gossip she always relied on a colleague, who’d gone on sabbatical this year. Maybe delegating your social life wasn’t such a hot idea.
    “I can’t go. I have plans.”
    “What about Sunday?” Angus hit the gas, and Nat shifted in her seat so her knee wouldn’t get bumped. She didn’t want her bumpage to lead him on, and, anyway, enough was enough.
    “Aren’t you married?”
    “Not anymore. We divorced about a year ago.” Angus kept his eyes on the road, and if he was upset, it didn’t show.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
    “I didn’t advertise. She dumped me for a Republican.” He smiled, then it vanished. “So how about it? Would you like to go out?”
    “Thanks, but I’m seeing someone.”
    “I should have known.” He braked at the stop sign, his lower lip puckering somewhere inside his beard. “Cool move by me, huh? Am I rusty or what?”
    “You’re fine,” Nat said, touched by his openness. He really was a nice guy. Then she thought of something. “Is that why you asked me to go to the prison?”
    “No. I thought my class would benefit from what you had to say. But I admit I was looking forward to the drive—way too much.” He glanced over. “I thought what you did in your class was so cool, and it’s too bad we don’t know each other, even though we have so much in common.”
    “We do? Like what?” Nat asked, keeping the incredulity from her tone.
    “For one, we’re both outsiders at school.”
    “Are you kidding?” She scoffed. “No one is more inside than you. I saw your students gazing at you adoringly.”
    “Those are my clinic members, and the clinic is its own little world, didn’t you notice?”
    “No, I’m in my own little world.”
    Angus smiled crookedly. “We have the same problems. The truth is it’s tough to attract students to the clinic. How do you get a kid to go into public interest law when he has student loans of a hundred grand? It’s a lost cause.”
    “Which is what you love about it.”
    “Exactly. Like you and your class. Don’t you like the idea that you’re doing something important, even if no one else recognizes it?”
    Nat understood. He was right; they did have that in common. She let an awkward moment pass.
    “My clinic needed marketing, too. I had to explain to the students what’s so great about what we do, so they would see the benefit to them. I told them that they could get into court and actually represent people.” Angus paused. “In our situation, I would explain to you the many benefits of dating me.”
    “You’d market yourself?”
    “If that’s what it took.”
    “It’s not happening,” Nat said with a smile, and Angus laughed, which broke the tension.
    “Are you and this lucky guy serious?”
    “Yes.” But don’t tell my mother.
    “So, okay, Professor Holt strikes out. If you two break up,