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stop at my place first, yours is right there on the way to the North End."
    So it was decided. They talked as they walked, laughing most of the way once Sawyer got started on jokes. He had a knack for telling a story, could put on an Irish brogue, an Arkansas drawl or a Brooklyn bark with equal skill, and his repertoire was endless. Some of the jokes were funnier than others, some dirtier than others. Faith was muzzy enough to laugh at anything.
    By the time they reached his condo, they were feeling quite good, which was why Faith didn't refuse him when he uncorked a chardonnay and poured her a glass.
    "I don't drink," she reminded him as she took a sip of the wine.
    "Mmm.
    This is nice. "
    "It should be. It was a gift from a friend's wine cellar on the occasion of my settling a malpractice suit for him." He sampled the wine, then arched an approving brow.
    "Not bad."
    "Not bad at all. Go change. I'm hungry."
    Setting his glass on a coffee table, he headed down the hall.
    "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
    Faith wandered across the living room. The decor registered in the back of her mind as being modern enough, pleasant enough, coordinated enough. The object of her interest, though, was the view from the window. The harbor's darkness was broken by the lights of passing boats, by buildings flanking the water, by the airport. She could see plenty of boats and buildings from her place, but she had nowhere near as good a view of the airport. Sipping her wine, she watched a plane take off, another one land, a second take off, a second one land.
    She loved traveling. She'd done some when she'd been growing up, when her father had still been paying the bills and she'd still had the time. After that, she'd slacked off. Traveling with Jack hadn't been much fun. He wanted to see all the places she'd already seen, busy places like London and Paris, where he could plan out a daily program and sightsee from morning to night. She tried to understand that his job wasn't as demanding as hers. He worked in his father's business, and there was nothing particularly riveting about the manufacture of cardboard boxes. Her job, on the other hand, was both busy and challenging. Her idea of paradise was a long stretch of white sandy beach, a frothy fruit punch and a juicy novel.
    So, after a while, she hadn't encouraged Jack to make travel arrangements. She'd contented herself with a week each summer in a rented house on Nantucket, plus whatever legal meetings she could spare the time to attend. But she missed the anticipation of going somewhere new, somewhere just to play. "Like the view?" Sawyer asked, coming up behind her. He'd changed into jeans and a sweatshirt, and was carrying his wine.
    "Oh, yeah." She looked him over.
    "Not bad. Sawyer. You're staying in shape. Still running?"
    "Sure am."
    "Every morning?"
    "Bright and early. Boston's great at six. Just me and the pigeons and the street cleaners and the dozens of yuppies who live around here and think it's cool to run." He chinked his wineglass to hers.
    "Cheers."
    "Cheers," she said and took a drink.
    "But you're not a yuppie."
    He swallowed his wine.
    "Nope. Know who is, though?"
    "Who?"
    He grinned smugly.
    "Wally Aheam."
    Faith couldn't believe that.
    "Wally Aheam? No way. Wally Aheam was so and establishment he was nearly outlawed on the law-school campus."
    "But he got his degree."
    "Yeah, wearing a gauzy something his guru lent him. Wally Aheam a yuppie? He run sT Something about the way she said it--and about the image of Wally as they remembered him in the guru's gown--made them both laugh. Sawyer forced himself to sober, but only after he'd taken a healthy drink of wine.
    "Trust me. Faith," he said in a trustworthy voice.
    "Wally no longer looks like a walrus."
    "Okay, chalk walrus, and if he's a yuppie, he can't look like a hippie, but I can't, I can't see him wearing three-piece suits." She frowned.
    "He's not actually practicing law, is he?"
    "Nope."
    "I didn't