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me to try it. I haven’t lived in the City since high school, and when you get to be my age, it’s hard to meet new people. So I thought I’d give it a try. I honestly think you were my first swipe.”
    “Lust or love at first swipe,” Camila muses. “There’s a topic for Shosh’s podcast.”
    Marshall smiles. “It does have a ring to it.”
    “So how old are you if you don’t mind me asking?”
    He shakes his head. “Not at all. I’m thirty. You?”
    “Twenty-five. Where’d you move from?”
    “D.C. area,” he replies vaguely.
    “You getting bored with this interview?” Camila asks.
    Marshall nods. “Kind of. All that stuff doesn’t really speak to who we are does it?”
    Camila shakes her head in agreement. “No it doesn’t.”

 
    Chapter 6
     
    “I love New York before sunrise,” Camila says as they continue along Centre Street.
    “Same here. The City has so much energy during the day that I enjoy how still it is right before the dawn.”
    Camila regards him out of the corner of her eye. They’ve been in each other’s presence for almost three hours, walking the near empty streets of the Lower East Side and Chinatown, and she hasn’t felt time move at all.
    “I can’t believe we walked all the way here,” Marshall points.
    Camila’s eyes track his finger, and she smiles. “Brooklyn Bridge. It sounds cliché, but I love this bridge. I remember when I was a kid, whenever we’d cross it, my father would point and say, ‘This iconic landmark is testament to what can be achieved when a woman’s in charge.’”
    “Your father sounds incredibly progressive. Mine was more a facts kind of guy. When we’d drive over it, he’d say, ‘This bridge was opened in May of 1883.’”
    “That would’ve helped me on my assignment about bridges in the second grade. We were told to write about our favorite bridge here in New York. My classmates drew crude pictures of a bridge and wrote down dates and facts. Thanks to my parents, I wrote an essay on Emily Roebling and her impact on women and education.”
    “How’d you do?”
    Camila shrugs. “No better than the kid next to me who couldn’t write in complete sentences.”
    “It sounds like you got more out of it than the rest of the kids who probably don’t remember who Emily Roebling is.”
    “True. I confess I’m impressed you do.”
    “Impressed? Hell I’m relieved. I honestly didn’t think we’d be covering late 19 th century history tonight. Or should I say this morning?” Marshall grins that friendly smile, which Camila has discovered is one of his most endearing traits. That and perhaps his arms, or his broad shoulders, which accentuate his back . . . . She shakes her head to rid herself of thoughts that are beginning to take hold.
    “Is that a fifth date conversation topic?” Camila asks wryly. They haven’t done anything but drink, eat and walk, and it’s the most fun she’s had in months.
    “Totally fifth date. I’d never nerd out before that.” Marshall’s smile gets bigger as it starts to chip away at Camila’s steel exterior. She could try hard not to like his dry sense of humor or the fact that he knew who Emily Roebling is, but she decided it’s not worth the effort.
    “You calling me a nerd?” She shoves him playfully.
    “If the shoe fits,” he replies, holding onto her arm to avoid falling back. His warm touch on her cool skin sends shivers down her body.
    Perhaps Shoshana’s right . All she’s needed to do is find someone worth her time. Time . Shit . She has so little of it left. Since when did my choices begin to feel like a prison sentence ? Of course she knows the answer to her own question. Since now .
    “What’s wrong?” Marshall asks, noticing the subtle shift in her mood.
    Camila looks out toward the Bridge. “Nothing, it’s just.” She groans, not wanting to admit how badly she wishes she could have more time before school begins. “I’m not ready for this date to end.” Her heart