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anyone else but me, all while the husband you conveniently forgot to tell me about was two thousand miles away on business in South America.
    Very nice to meet you, too. Mrs. Salazar.
    It was Monday night - a full forty-eight hours after the disaster - and Jack's anger was still roiling. Mia had gone to great lengths to make her scheme work. The Palm Beach lifestyle, her circle of friends, and the waterfront mansion were all left behind, ninety miles north of Miami. Her husband owned property all over the world, so she moved into their condo on South Beach, living the ten-week life of sex and the single girl. She put the wedding band in the jewel box. She told her friends she was traveling. She told Jack she was studying for her licensing exam and looking for the right job as a real estate agent - hence her little joke about kissing and real estate location, location, location. Jack had bought it completely, the entire amazing, beautiful, lying package.
    I knew there was something I didn't like about her, said Theo. He was on Jack's couch, remote control in hand, eyes glued to the TV screen.
    Right, said Jack. The only thing you didn't like was that she's not into group sex.
    Actually, I think she might have come around on that.
    Jack could only wonder if there was anything else Theo might like to say in his undying effort to make matters worse. He went to the kitchen to grab a cold beer.
    In hindsight, the warning signs had been there. When their talks became personal - when Jack opened up about mistakes he'd made, his failed marriage and relationships - she wasn't as specific about her own past as she might have been. He never actually met any of her friends. She would sometimes veto his restaurant choices for no apparent reason. Typical guy that he was, he didn't mind in the least that she seemed more interested in talking about him. Of course, it wasn't that she was so totally taken. She was just hiding herself.
    Fool, fool, fool, he said into the open refrigerator.
    You left off a fool,' Theo shouted from the couch.
    Jack twisted the cap off his beer bottle and returned to the living room. Of all the guys in the world, why do you think she had to pick me?
    Tom Cruise is too savvy?
    Seriously. What did I ever do to her?
    Nothing. Sometimes the world is a random place.
    I don't believe that.
    Eighty-four percent of the world disagrees with you.
    How do you know that?
    It's a statistical fact. Then again, sixty-one-point-seven percent of all statistics are made up on the spot, so you never really know.
    It was impossible to have a serious conversation when Theo had a remote control, two basketball games, and a picture-in-picture television set. Jack went back to the kitchen and stared out the window. Some explanation would have been nice, and he was starting to wish he'd made more of the conversation Mia had forced on him earlier in the day. The psycho-calling had actually started around midnight Saturday and didn't stop until late Sunday night. Jack ignored all her pleading messages. She waited until Monday morning to show up, unannounced, outside his law office. Part of him had wanted to keep on walking and tell her to get lost. But something - and it was more than just curiosity - had made him stop and listen to what she wanted to say.
    I'm sorry, Jack. Truly sorry.
    That doesn't really help, he said.
    They were standing beside one of those pathetic little olive trees that sprouted from a square hole in the sidewalk in the name of city-sponsored landscaping. The morning traffic was streaming past them. Mia had a tired, sorrowful look on her face, as if she hadn't slept since Saturday. She glanced across the street, toward an old man who pretended not to notice as his collie fertilized one of the sickly olive trees.
    The other night, she said, when I was at your house before the cocktail party. I want you to know that I meant what I told you before I left. I have no interest in seeing anyone else.
    You mean besides your