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I  laugh   and   el bow  hi m,  then   lea n   in   to  hi s  ea r.  “Tha t’s  Marsha ll.

                Wrong  guy, but ni ce  ef fort.”
                    Allysa   grabs    my    arm    and    starts   to   pull   me   away   from    Dev in.
                Marsha ll beg ins spea king  to him, and  my ha nd  is rea chi ng  out behi nd
                me  as I’m bei ng  pulled  in  the  opposite  direc tion.
                    “You’ll be  fine! ” Dev in  yel ls.
                    I   follow   Allysa   int o   the   kitchen,    where     she   sho ves    a   glass   of

                cha mpagne  in  my ha nd . “Drink,” she  says. “You des er ve  it!”
                    I  take  a  sip  of  the   cha mpagne,   but  I  can’t  ev en    apprec iate  it  no w
                tha t   I’m   get ting   a   look   at   he r   ind ustrial-sized    kitchen   with   two   full
                stovet ops    and    a   fridge   bigger    tha n   my   apartment .     “Holy    shi t,”   I
                whi sper. “You actually live here?”
                    She  giggles .  “I  kno w,”  she  says.  “And   to  thi nk ,  I  didn’t  ev en  ha ve  to
                marr y   hi m   for   money.    Marshall    ha d   sev en   bucks   and    drove   a   Ford

                Pint o when  I fel l in  love  with  him.”
                    “Does n’t he  still drive  a Ford Pint o?”
                    She  sighs . “Yea h,  but we  ha ve  a lot of good mem ories  in  tha t car.”
                    “Gross.”
                    She  wiggles  her  ey eb rows. “So . . . Dev in  is cute. ”
                    “And  probably more  int o Marsha ll tha n  me. ”

                    “Ah,    man, ”   she   says.   “Tha t’s   a   bummer.   I   tho ught    I   was   playing
                matchm aker  when  I inv ited  hi m to the  party toni ght .”
                    The    kitchen    door    opens    and    Dev in   walks   in.    “Your   hu sband    is
                looking     for   you,”   he   says   to   Allysa.   She   twirls   her   way   out   of   the
                kitchen,  giggling  the  who le  time.  “I rea lly like  her,” Dev in  says.
                    “She’s grea t, hu h?”
                    He   lea ns    agains t   the   island    and    says,   “So.   I   thi nk    I   just   met    The

                Beg gar.”
                    My   hea rt   flutters    down    my   ches t.   I   thi nk    The    Ne urosurgeon   ha s   a
                bet ter   ring   to  it.  I  take   ano ther   sip  of  my  cha mpagne.   “How  do  you
                kno w it was hi m? Did he  int roduce  hi msel f?”
                    He  sha kes   hi s  hea d.  “Nah,   but  he  overhea rd  Marsha ll  int roducing
                me    to   someo ne    as   ‘Li ly’s   dat e.’   I   tho ught    the   look   he   gave   me   was

                going   to  set   me  on  fire.   Tha t’s  why   I  came  in  here.   I  like  you,  but  I’m
                no t willing  to die  for you.”
                    I   laugh.    “Don’t   worr y,   I’m   sure   tha t   dea th   glare   he   gave   you   was
                rea lly hi s smile.  They ’re  superi mposed  most of the  time. ”
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