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Plaza?”
    “Yes?” Courtney said expectantly.
    Maggie swallowed. She had no notion of how her friend was going to take this bit of news. “Well I sort of forgot to mention that he told me he would see me again.”
    “Wow!” Courtney looked thunderstruck. “So you’ve been waiting all month for this jerk to get ahold of you and he didn’t.”
    “And now I find out that he’s been a little busy with this big investigation into his mafia activities.” Maggie felt ridiculous even saying that. “Now I totally understand why he never contacted me, but I’m equally certain I don’t really want him to.”
    “This is messed up,” Courtney said with a hard nod. “You totally need to go out and get laid tonight. It’ll help clear your head.”
    “You have the most baffling outlook on life, Court, especially for a woman who negotiates prenuptial agreements and divorce decrees for a living.” Maggie told her friend. “Seriously, I think you honestly believe that sex solves everything.”
    “Oh it does.”
    Maggie didn’t even have to think twice about that one. “I think in this case it might just make things more complicated.”
    “Your place, eight o’clock,” Courtney reminded her. “We’ll share a cab.”
    Maggie felt the first twinge of real excitement she’d experienced since she had left Jacob’s hotel room. “See you then.”
    ***
    One night at a club did not make Maggie an expert in club rituals or the behavior of those who hung out there. Still, the second time she followed Courtney into Club 599 she felt far more comfortable than she ever would have expected. The music was still so loud it felt as though her teeth were growing loose in their sockets. The beat pounded off the walls and the sea of dancers spun and gyrated to the rhythm.
    Maggie spotted the man they had seen that first night leaning against the bar with a drink in his hand. Apparently he was still there picking up dates, or not as the case might have been. The bartenders were still all blond men with perfect bodies and brilliant white smiles. Yet when Maggie bellied up to the bar with Courtney, she felt more at ease than she had on her previous visit.
    “You want a Cosmopolitan?” Courtney had to yell to be heard over the music.
    Maggie didn’t feel as if her queasy stomach was going to enjoy alcohol very much this evening. “Actually, just get me a ginger ale please?”
    “Straight?” Courtney asked incredulously. “Are you serious?”
    “Very.” Maggie was already scanning the crowd for familiar faces. “I don’t want to puke and this place smells horrible.”
    “It smells bad?” Courtney looked confused. “How can you smell anything? It’s all just jumbled together.”
    “Speak for yourself,” Maggie muttered. She had to choke down the gag reflex as an overdressed man wafted by on a wave of noxious cologne fumes. “It’s like the whole city decided to shower in their cologne before eating garlic bread for dinner and then smearing fish all over their feet.”
    “Okay, that is disgusting.” Courtney made a face. She waved down the nearest bartender. “Give me a Cosmopolitan and a ginger ale please?”
    She got the nodded response and the bartender whipped up their drinks and set them on the countertop. Courtney picked hers up and sipped lightly at the liquid. In direct contrast, Maggie downed hers in one pull.
    “What is up with you?” Courtney looked concerned. “You’re acting so weird!”
    Maggie slammed her glass back on the counter. “I’m dying of thirst, that’s all.”
    “Oh, oh!” Courtney made a show of deliberately not looking behind them. “There’s a super hot guy headed in this direction. He totally just gave you the once over too.”
    “How do you know?” Maggie demanded.
    Courtney looked mystified. “How do you not? When you’re in a club you need to be watching every single quarter just in case someone is checking you out. It’s the only way to prepare the appropriate