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remember when you were moving out here.” He pulls me into another spontaneous hug, and I’m grinning so wide my mouth is starting to hurt. “Damn, it’s good to see you.”
    “I take it you two know each other,” the guy in jeans says drolly.
    “Sorry,” Ollie says. “Nikki, this is Jeff. We work together at Bender, Twain & McGuire.”
    “What he means is that I work for him,” Jeff says. “I’m a summer associate. Orlando is a third year now, and they love him there. I think Maynard’s about ready to make him a partner.”
    “Very funny,” Ollie says, but he looks pleased.
    “Look at you,” I say. “My little guppy’s grown into a full-fledged shark.”
    “Ah-ah. You know the rules. For every lawyer joke you make, I get to make two dumb blonde jokes.”
    “I take it back.”
    “Come on, Jeff,” Evelyn says. “Let’s let these two catch up. We’ll go find our own trouble to get into.”
    It would be polite to tell them not to bother, but neither one of us does. We’re too wrapped up in reminiscing, and I’m too happy to have Ollie beside me.
    We talk about everything and nothing as we head for the door, taking our conversation outside by silent agreement. I’m completely absorbed, warmed by memories and Ollie’s familiar face. But as we reach the door, I turn back and look at the room. I’m not sure why I do. Maybe it’s just a reflex, but I think it’s something more. I think I’m looking for someone.
For him
.
    Sure enough, my eyes find Damien Stark right away. He’s no longer with Audrey Hepburn. Now he’s talking with a short, balding man. He’s focused and attentive. But his head lifts and his eyes find me.
    And in that singular moment, I know that if he asked me to blow off my friend and stay in the room with him, I would do it.
    Damn him, and damn me, but I would stay with Damien Stark.

5
    I wear Ollie’s jacket and hold my shoes by the straps as we walk along the private beach behind Evelyn’s house. I’m certain we’re not supposed to be out here, but I don’t care. I swing my foot through the water gaily, sending a spray of sea drops scattering. It feels mischievous. It feels
good
.
    “How’s Courtney?” I ask. “Is she glad you’re back?” That’s a dangerous question where Ollie is concerned. Courtney is his on-again/off-again girlfriend. “On again” because she’s amazing and Ollie would be an idiot to do something stupid and screw it up. “Off again” because Ollie has crossed that idiot line more than once.
    “She’s engaged,” he says.
    “Oh.” I can’t keep the disappointment out of my voice. I should be consoling and tell Ollie he’ll find someone else amazing, but all I can think is that he’s screwed up.
    Suddenly, he’s laughing. “To me, doofus.”
    “Oh, thank God!” I bump him playfully with my shoulder. “I thought you’d blown it.”
    His expression turns serious. “I almost did. New York was hard. Being away from her. Being tempted. But no more. She’sthe only woman for me. Damn, Nik. How did I manage to get her?”
    “Because you’re a great guy.”
    “I’m fucked up, and you know it.”
    “Everyone’s a little fucked up, but Courtney sees the guy underneath. And she loves you.”
    “She does,” he says with a grin. “It amazes me every day, but it’s true. She really does.” He eyes me sideways. “Speaking of fucked up, how are you really doing?”
    I pull his jacket tighter around me. “I’m great. I already told you.” I stop walking and dig my toes into the sand. The waves come in and swoosh over my bare feet before rushing out again, leaving me sinking a bit, the ground shifting under me.
    Beside me, Ollie just gives me that look. Like he knows all my secrets, and I frown because it’s true.
    I shrug. “It’s easier now. College was fucked up for a while, but it got better.” I shoot him a smile because he’d been a big part of making it get better. “And now, I don’t know. But it feels good being