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Your friends are here,
Dumpling. Are you going to greet them?” She opened the door, and
the pug raced into the hall, her tongue lolling, looking around.
The little dog trotted over to Whit’s door. She sniffed and barked.
He opened it and bent down to pet the tiny animal.
    “ Dumpling, come to say
hello, eh?” He straightened his tie and closed the door behind him.
When he looked up, his gaze collided with Bess’s.
    “ Hot date?” She cocked an
eyebrow and watched him blush.
    The elevator interrupted them. The doors
opened, and Rory unhooked Baxter as Miranda unleashed her pugs,
Romeo and Juliet. The dogs barked, sniffed, and raced around each
other in the hall. Whit hugged the wall to avoid being trampled.
Dumpling led the crowd away from him as she took off into her
apartment. The others followed. Rory and Miranda glanced at Whit as
he passed them.
    He pressed the button for the lobby. “Good
night, ladies,” he murmured. Bess waved the women in.
    “ Who the hell was that?”
Rory asked. Miranda simply gave a low whistle.
    “ My new neighbor,” Bess
said, closing the door.
    The sound of the buzzer alerted her to
Brooke’s arrival with her pugs, Freddie and Ginger. Once the women
were assembled, Miranda opened a bottle of pinot noir she had
brought.
    “ Did you see that gorgeous
hunk coming out of the building, Brooke?” Rory asked.
    “ Hunk? There was a guy
walking in the other direction. Couldn’t see his face.”
    “ He looked familiar,”
Miranda said.
    “ Whitfield Bass, the news
guy,” Bess said, sipping the wine.
    “ He lives
here?”
    “ Yeah. Just moved in.”
Bess shook her head.
    “ What’s wrong with that?”
Miranda asked, refilling everyone’s glasses.
    “ Hell, a hunk across the
hall? How…how…convenient,” Brooke snickered.
    “ Terry didn’t think
so.”
    The women glanced at each other. Rory spoke
up. “Terry?”
    “ Let’s eat, and I’ll tell
you what happened.” Bess added the fresh pasta to the water then
handed plates to Miranda, silverware to Brooke, and napkins to
Rory.
    “ Yum, spaghetti and
meatballs,” Miranda said, peeking into the pot of tomato
sauce.
    “ And green salad with
fennel and hearts of palm.”
    “ I love this club. I’m
starved,” Rory said.
    Bess served steaming dishes of her special
meatballs and sauce. Brooke tossed the salad. Miranda manned the
wine. While they ate, Bess explained what had happened during her
tasting. She hesitated to reveal her mixed feelings.
    “ So, who do you like best,
Terry or Whit?” Rory asked.
    “ I…I thought, Terry. But
Whit is…something about him is so…so appealing. Something beyond
his being such a hunk. There’s something in him reaching out to
me.”
    “ Uh oh,” Miranda said. “Be
careful that something is safely covered.”
    Brooke burst out laughing. “Shame on you.
She’s serious.”
    “ Oops, sorry.” Miranda
blushed.
    “ It’s confusing.” Bess put
down her fork, tears blinding her eyes.
    Brooke reached over and rubbed her back.
“Why are you so upset? If you prefer Whit, then Terry’ll have to
accept that.”
    “ Whit’s not interested in
me. He dates supermodels. That’s where he was headed tonight.
Flavor of the week, the night, whatever. I’m definitely not his
type.”
    “ But what you said about
the tasting…” Rory asked.
    “ That was attraction. Sex.
Nothing more. I was there, near, you know. I doubt he’d ever
consider me for more than a roll in the hay. That’s not enough for
me.”
    The women ate without conversation.
    “ This is the best
spaghetti and meatballs I’ve ever eaten,” Rory said, breaking the
uncomfortable silence.
    “ Thanks. I have a great
treat for you.”
    Miranda’s eyes lit up. “What?”
    “ Mocha Magic. Three
desserts.”
    “ The stuff you made for
Whit?” Brooke asked.
    “ I didn’t actually make it
for him…but, yeah, I guess.”
    “ Does this have some magic
in it? Is it an aphrodisiac? Should I call Hack and tell him to