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hadn’t said about. He’d said aboot . He was a jerk who hadn’t completely lost his Canadian accent. The last thing she wanted or needed was to attract attention from men like him. She glanced down at her black blazer and pants, and her gray blouse. She thought she looked okay. “It’s J. Crew.”
    Caroline narrowed her blue eyes and Jane knew what was coming. J. Crew was not Donna Karan. “Exactly. From the catalogue?”
    â€œOf course.”
    â€œAnd black.”
    â€œYou know I’m color blind.”
    â€œYou’re not color blind. You just can’t tell when things clash.”
    â€œTrue.” That’s why she liked black. She looked good in black. She couldn’t make a fashion faux pas in black.
    â€œYou’ve got a nice little body, Jane. You should work it, show it off. Come back to Nordy’s with me, and I’ll help you pick out some nice things.”
    â€œNo way. The last time I let you pick out my clothes, I looked like Greg Brady. Only not as groovy.”
    â€œThat was in the sixth grade and we had to go to Goodwill to do our shopping. We’re older and have more money. At least you do.”
    Yes, and she planned to keep it that way too. She had plans for her nest egg. Plans that included buying a house, not designer clothes. “I like the way I dress,” she said as if they hadn’t had the same conversation a thousand times in the past.
    Caroline rolled her eyes and changed the subject. “I met a guy.”
    Of course she had. Since they’d both turned thirty last spring, Caroline’s biological clock had started ticking and all she’d been able to think about were her eggs shriveling up. She’d decided it was time to get married, and since she didn’t want to leave Jane out of the fun, she’d decided it was time they both got married. But there was a problem with Caroline’s plan. Jane had pretty much decided she was a magnet for men who would break her heart and treat her bad, and since jerks seemed to be the only type of man who made her go all weak and sweaty, she’d been thinking about getting a cat and staying home. But she was stuck in a catch-22. If she stayed home, she wouldn’t discover new material for her Single Girl column.
    â€œHe has a friend.”
    â€œThe last ‘friend’ you set me up with drove a serial killer van with a couch in the back.”
    â€œI know, and he wasn’t real pleased to read about himself in your Times column.”
    â€œToo bad. He was one of those guys who assumes I’m desperate and horny because of the column.”
    â€œThis time will be different.”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œYou might like him.”
    â€œThat’s the problem. If I like him, I know he’ll treat me like crap, then dump me.”
    â€œJane, you rarely give anyone the chance to dump you. You always keep one foot out the door, waiting for an excuse.”
    Caroline didn’t have a lot of room to talk. She dumped guys for being too perfect. “You haven’t had a boyfriend since Vinny,” Caroline said.
    â€œYeah, and look how that turned out.” He’d borrowed money from her to buy other women presents. As far as she could tell, he’d bought mostly cheap lingerie. Jane hated cheap lingerie.
    â€œLook on the bright side. After you had to dump him, you were so upset you regrouted your bathroom.”
    It was a sad fact of Jane’s life that when she was brokenhearted and depressed, she cleaned with a vengeance. When she was happy, she tended to overlook towels falling out of the closet onto her head.
    After lunch, Jane dropped Caroline off at Nordstrom’s, then drove to the Seattle Times . Because she wrote a monthly column, she didn’t have a desk at the paper. In fact, she’d hardly ever ventured into the building.
    She met with the sports editor, Kirk Thornton, and he didn’t have to tell her he was less