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get rid of anything of Bradley’s that’s left. Then we’ve got to change your hair. And then I’ll fix you up with some presentable men I know. Everyone I know has money, so at least you’ll be eating in decent restaurants. Not like this dump.”
    â€œTina,” Lucy said. “No dating. I will fix my hair because it looks awful, but no dating.”
    â€œWhat about Bradley’s papers? I think you should throw whatever he left out on the lawn. Or better yet, burn it and dance around the flames.”
    â€œTina, that’s ridiculous. You’re blowing this out of proportion.”
    â€œNo, I’m not. Psychologically, this is a very big deal. Get rid of his things and you’ll get rid of him.”
    â€œI am rid of him,” Lucy protested. “I just want to talk to him so I know what happened. I don’t want him back.”
    â€œGood. Remember that.” Tina stood and took her black silk trench coat from the rack at the end of the booth. Then she handed Lucy her bright blue quilted-cotton jacket and bag. “What have you got in that bag? It weighs a ton.”
    â€œMy physics book, remember? I brought it so if the divorce got boring, I could review. And sure enough…”
    Tina closed her eyes. “I have to save you. This is too painful.” She jabbed her finger at Lucy. “You go home and start throwing Bradley out. I’ll make an appointment for your hair tomorrow.”
    â€œTina. No. If I want my hair done, I will do it.”
    â€œI know this wonderful woman on Court Street….”
    â€œNo.”
    Tina stopped. “All right. But at least get rid of Bradley.”
    â€œMaybe.” Lucy took a deep breath, full of independence. “Maybe.”

    â€œD AMN IT . I WAS SURE there’d be something about Bradley here.” Zack stood.
    â€œYour blonde’s leaving,” Anthony said and they both turned to watch.
    They were splitting up, the brunette heading for the back door to the parking lot, the blonde to the street door. Just before she got to the door, the brunette turned.
    â€œLucy,” she called, and it sounded like an order. “I mean it. As soon as you get home.”
    â€œAll right, all right,” the blonde said. “As soon as I get home, I will get rid of Bradley.” Then she turned and walked out the door.
    â€œInstinct,” Zack said and took off after her.
    â€œI hate it when you do this,” Anthony said, and moved toward the parking-lot door to stop the brunette.

Two
    T he february wind cut at Lucy’s face as she set off at a dead run to find her car, her purse banging heavily into her hip. She’d almost reached the alley next to the lot when somebody grabbed her arm, and she swung around and fell against the brick wall of the building behind her.
    It was the black leather from the restaurant. “Excuse me?” he said. “We need to talk.” He blocked her against the wall and reached inside his beat-up leather jacket. “I’m—”
    â€œNo.” Lucy shook her head until the street blurred. “I’m very busy. Really. You probably noticed me staring at you? That was a mistake. I’m sorry. I have to go.” She tried to slip away, but he caught at her arm again.
    â€œI have to ask you about Bradley,” he said, and Lucy stopped pulling away. “I’m—”
    â€œBradley? Oh, you mean with my sister back there? Getting rid of him? That was a joke.”
    He smiled down at her, and Lucy lost her breath. He was too intense to be handsome and too electric to be ignored. “I love jokes,” he said. “Tell me about it.”
    I’d tell you anything, Lucy thought, and then she heard a sound like a car backfiring. There was a pinging sound and a chip of the brick wall behind them struck her on the cheek and the man swore and yanked her into the alley. He shoved her behind a trash bin and pinned her to