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she was that she was finished with him as a romantic possibility—and she was pretty sure, she told herself—he was a friend. If friends needed you, you came through. That was the rule.
    Tess felt the prison doors begin to close on her. “Oh, damn,” she muttered.
    Nick leaned forward and gave her his best smile, the one that made him look boyish and vulnerable. “I have no right to ask you this, but will you do it? For me? Even though you don’t owe me anything?”
    Tess bit her lip. He looked so sweet sitting there. And sexy. Of course, she knew that he knew he looked boyish and vulnerable and sweet and sexy because that was the effect he was going for, but deep, deep, deep down inside, he really was a sweet man. He just had a lousy peer group.
    And if she did it, she’d get to be with him again.
    “Okay, I’ll do it,” Tess said.
    Nick slumped in relief. “Thank God.” He grinned up at her. “I don’t suppose you could get Park a date, too? Somebody respectable?”
    “You’re kidding.”
    “Somebody at the Foundation?” Nick said. “Somebody who reads?”
    “I’ll ask around,” Tess said. “I will have to mention that he’s worthless, of course.”
    “Great.” Nick stood up to go. “Listen, if there’s anything I can do for you, just name it. I owe you big for this.”
    “Good. Introduce me to somebody on the board of the Decker Academy.”
    Nick gaped at her. “Why?”
    “I lost my job,” Tess said, and Nick sat down again.
    “I knew something was wrong. I’m sorry, Tess. What happened?”
    “Funding cuts,” Tess said. His sympathy was so unexpectedly comforting that she lost her emotional balance for a moment, but then she took a deep breath and grinned at him. “But it’s all right. I met this really nice man at the last censorship protest.”
    Nick scowled at her. “Do not talk to strange men, dummy.”
    “And we talked for a long time, and he was darling,” Tess said, ignoring his scowl. “And he said if I ever needed a job, to call him, because I was obviously a great teacher.”
    “And this has what to do with the Decker Academy?” Nick said, still scowling.
    “He’s in charge of it,” Tess said. “His name is Alan—”
    “Sigler,” Nick finished. “He must be sixty. What are you doing flirting with older men?”
    “But I told him I don’t have a teaching certificate. And he said that was bad because the board would have to vote to make an exception in my case, and they weren’t very open to change, so I thought if you knew any of them...”
    “I do,” Nick said thoughtfully. “In fact, a couple of them may be at this Welch thing this weekend. He’s big on upper-class education for some reason.” He frowned at her. “Dress conservatively. These people are not cutting edge.” He thought for another moment, and Tess watched him contemplate her problem, turning it over in his mind, examining it from every angle as if it was something important to his career, instead of hers, and she felt comforted again. “I’ll do what I can,” he said finally. “I just don’t understand why you want to work at Decker. All those rich kids?”
    “The pay is good,” Tess said. “And the school day ends at one o’clock so they can work on special projects or something.”
    Nick snorted. “Country Club 101.”
    “I don’t care. I could be back at the Foundation by one-thirty. A lot of my kids don’t come in for help until then.”
    Nick frowned at her. “Two jobs? What are you trying to do—kill yourself?”
    Tess stuck her chin out. “I can’t leave the Foundation. They need me. The kids need me. I know you don’t understand, but they need me.”
    Nick was silent for a moment. “All right,” he said finally. “Let me see what I can do.” He stood up and then looked down at her, the worry clear in his eyes. “But you have to promise me that you won’t work yourself into the ground if you get this job.”
    Tess bit her lip. “See, this is what makes me