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dated? You’d have to have dated some, right, being around them all the time?”
    “I have never— oh, okay, maybe I have. One.” She rolled her eyes. “Three. But that was plenty! Talking about themselves all night long, then having to go home early to get their beauty sleep. Using me to get closer to Julia, to be considered for showings, print ads, you name it. Can’t pass a mirror without stopping, checking their hair. Women all but pushing me out of the way to get close to them.”
    “Have I done any of that?” Colin asked her as they crossed the street together.
    “No,” Holly admitted, making a face. “But you were at the table while the girl at the counter pumped me about you, wanted to know if I was your sister. Do you know how insulting that is? And that girl back there, in the crosswalk. She was going the other way, then stopped dead in the middle of the street, turned around to follow you. She’s still following us. You turn heads, Harry, don’t you know that?”
    Colin turned his own head, looked at the woman walking behind him. Pretty, about five foot six, long legs, silky blond hair. She smiled at him. He smiled back. Then realized what he was doing.
    “You smiled at her, didn’t you?” Holly asked as they continued walking along the pavement, in the direction of the Waldorf-Astoria.
    “Well, of course I did. She smiled at me. I’m not impolite.”
    “No, of course you’re not. And you can’t help it. You’re handsome. Drop-dead gorgeous. I’m walking with you, hut I might as well be invisible. Models. Male, female. They’re just larger than life, too pretty to be r eal. And you’re better than most of them, Harry, no question. I just figure I can have enough of an inferiority complex on my own. I don’t need competition from my date.”
    “So you don’t date models because you think they make you invisible, because you’re not some too skinny, plastic, pretty model?”
    Holly stopped, stepped in front of him. “I’m not that shallow,” she told him angrily.
    “No, you’re not. I never said you were.”
    Holly closed her eyes, shook her head. “I’m sorry. You asked me why I don’t date models, and I got carried away, got ridiculous. I don’t date models, Harry, because I dated one for six months, only to figure out he was in love with himself, not me. So, handsome as you are, nice as you seem to be, and much as I’m attracted to you, this is our first and only date. There, does that answer your question?”
    “Pretty much, yeah,” Colin said, nodding his head. Then he smiled. “So, you admit you’re attracted to me?”
    “Oh Lord,” Holly said on a sigh. “I’m going in now, Harry. Good night.”
    “Wait,” he said, following her. For a little woman, with short legs, she sure could cover ground in a hurry. “If we’re only going to have one date, don’t you think we could make it last longer than an hour?” He blocked her progress, put his hands on her shoulders, did his best to look comic and soulful at the same time. “Then I’ll always have my memories.”
    “Your memories. You’re kidding, right?”
    “Absolutely,” Colin agreed, smiling, returning her smile. “Come on, it’s not quite dark yet. Let’s walk some more.”
    “Only so you can have memories,” Holly told him as they stepped back out onto the pavement.
    They walked along, first hand in hand, then arm in arm, discussing the merits and plot flaws of all the Bruce Willis Die Hard movies.
    Co li n told her about Paris, and Holly told him about her mother who, according to that good woman, still s aid novenas that her youngest daughter would find a good man, settle down, have a half-dozen kids, forget “ this career business.”
    Colin told her about the time he’d traveled around Europe after college, with only a backpack and his “ hitching finger,” seeing the sights, touring museums, sleeping in youth hoste ls, getting pie-eyed during Ok toberfest in Germany.
    Holly countered with