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took two quick steps, bent and kissed him on the cheek. “This is about the sweetest thing…thank you.”

      “You’re not going to cry, are you?”

      She laughed. And if it came out a bit watery, tough. “I’m not making any promises. Are you going to paint your nails or mine?”

      “I’m going to drink the wine.” He inserted the bottle opener and twisted. He had strong hands, and they made quick work of the cork. “But you’re welcome to join me.”

      “Does cabernet sauvignon go with chocolate?” She sat down and opened the box of candy. “Mmm. Dark chocolate at that.”

      “Mercedes seemed to think chocolate was essential.”

      She slid him a look. “You talked about this with Merry?”

      “Yeah.” He poured wine into one of the glasses, and its heady perfume drifted her way. “For some reason she thinks you’re fine.”

      “Maybe because I am.” She selected one she thought might have caramel. She loved caramel.

      “Glad to hear it. So what do you talk about at these female shindigs?”

      “Pretty much anything—men, work, hair, men, family, movies, men, books, politics…did I mention men?”

      “The rat bastards,” he said promptly, handing her a glass of wine. Hulk jumped up beside him and pointed out that no one was petting him by bumping his head against Cole’s arm. Wine sloshed in the glass without spilling. Absently he began scratching the side of Hulk’s face. “They never call.”

      Dixie shook her head sadly. “Or remember your birthday.”

      “And if they do, they forget the card. Would it kill them to spend some time picking out a card?”

      “So true. And they only want one thing.”

      “Damn straight. Uh-oh. Sorry—I slid out of character there for a moment.”

      “Watch it.” She took a sip, trying to keep a straight face. “Hey, this is good.”

      “Ninety-eight was one of our better years.” He swirled the wine in his glass to release the scent, held it up and inhaled, his eyes half-closed. For a moment she glimpsed the closet sybarite in the pure, sensual pleasure on his face. Cole was a deeply sensual man. He mostly didn’t let it show. “It’s aging well,” he observed, and took a sip.

      “So what were you doing in ninety-eight?” She leaned back and nibbled at her chocolate. She liked to eat them slowly, let the taste melt into her tongue. “Note that I don’t ask who you were doing.”

      “I’d get in trouble if I put it that way.” He continued to send Hulk into a stupor of delight with those elegant fingers.

      Quit staring at his hands, she told herself. “Women can say things to each other that men can’t get away with.”

      “So you talk about sex at these things?”

      “Sure. It’s a subheading under men. For most of us,” she added. “I had a couple of lesbian friends in New York—my downstairs neighbors. We mostly did not talk about sex, out of consideration for my comfort level.”

      He chuckled. “My comfort level, on the other hand—”

      “Don’t go there, Sheila.” She reconsidered. “On the other hand, I’ve always wondered why men get excited by—”

      “You were right the first time,” he said. There was a spark of amusement—and something else, something warmer—in his eyes as he took another sip of wine. “We’d better skip the sex talk.”

      She met his eyes as she took another sip, letting the wine sit on her tongue for a moment to develop the secondary flavors the way he’d taught her.

      Not a good idea, enjoying her own sensual side while looking at Cole. “A hint of blackberry,” she said hastily, looking away. “See how well I know the lingo? Should be nice with chocolate.” She took another nibble of that. “Want to argue about politics?”

      “Not the effect I’m going for tonight.”

      “You probably voted for the governor,” she said darkly. “All right, all right—I won’t get into that. So we’re left discussing work or hair. I vote for hair.” She tilted her head. “Who does yours?”

      “Carmen at The Mane Place. She has magic fingers. I like your hair.” The warmth in his voice did not belong to anyone named Sheila, unless Sheila had been of the same persuasion as Dixie’s New York neighbors. “You left out a couple choices. Movies, books…family.”

      She took a healthy swallow of wine. “Read any good books lately?”

      “No. How’s your mom?”

      She huffed out an impatient sigh. “Your male side is showing, Sheila.”

      So he asked again, but in an absurd falsetto, “How’s your mom?”

      Dixie nearly choked, trying not to laugh, and gave up. “The same as ever, pretty much. Only happier.”

      “Because of this man she’s going to marry?”

      Dixie nodded, sipped, and a smile slipped out. “She always used to try so hard with whatever man she thought was going to fix everything for her. With Mike, she’s relaxed. She isn’t desperate to make him happy, or trying too hard to be happy herself. She just feels good with him, and it shows. Not that she doesn’t hurt because of what’s happening to Jody, but she’s…I don’t know. Somehow she’s okay about it.”

      “You aren’t okay about it.”

      She frowned, not answering. He didn’t say anything, either. Just sat there and sipped and petted Hulk, watching her.

      “All right.” She set her glass down with a snap. “All right! You want to hear about my feelings? I’m mad. Pissed as hell.”

      “You would be, of course.”

      She shoved to her feet and started to pace. “It’s so horrible and so unfair. She still knows who we are. She isn’t so far gone that she’s lost that, but she will. She’s already lost so many pieces of herself, and it hurts me. This shouldn’t be about me, but every time I see her…the bewildered look on her face…My mother’s dealing with this so much better than I am.”

      “She’s been here, watching it happen. She’s had time to adjust.”

      “And I’ve been on the other side of the continent, letting her deal with everything. You know what makes me crazy?” She stopped, shook her head. “Never mind. It’s stupid.”

      “I have no problem with you being stupid.”

      “You’re in danger of slipping out of supportivefriend mode,” she warned him.

      “Afraid you’ll shock me?”

      “No.” She took two steps, stopped and threaded the fingers of both hands through her hair. “It’s all this praise I keep getting. It makes me nuts.”

      “Yeah, I hate it when people praise me.”

      “Very funny. You know how often I hear some version of how strong I am?” she demanded. “Or that I’m such a great daughter and niece for moving back here. God. Aunt Jody was diagnosed two years ago. Two years. And I’m just now showing up.”

      “I guess you haven’t done anything to help these past two years.”

      “I sent money. Big deal. I gave up a couple of vacations, flew out for more of the holidays. Then I’d go home and throw myself into work so I wouldn’t have to think about Jody.”

      He shook his head. “Now that I can’t understand. Throwing yourself into work to avoid dealing with something? You mystify me.”

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