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steadily at her friend.
    Why did I open that can of worms, Casey wondered. It must be the drink. Aloud she said, “Who else?”
    “Why don’t you like him? I thought he was Tom Selleck and Burt Reynolds rolled into one.”
    “He isn’t my type. I don’t like domineering men.”
    “That’s nuts! If I ever find a man who’ll wrap me in silk, tuck me into his limousine, and carry me away, he can be just as domineering as he wants to be.”
    Casey laughed. “You’ve had plenty of that type. How about the Greek who delayed his trip to New York to camp out on your doorstep?”
    “He was fat! He could have tucked me under his number two chin.” Judy grimaced and Casey laughed again. “This guy’s gone on you, Casey,” she said seriously. “He asked me a million questions.”
    “And I suppose you spilled all.”
    “My dear, if he’d been a Russian spy I’d have told him how to make the hydrogen bomb.”
    “Fine friend you turn out to be.”
    “Don’t blame me. Blame that six foot four hunk of masculinity. Why don’t I get someone like him on one of my flights?” There was infinite longing in her voice. “I know his family’s in the lumber business, but I don’t think that’s what gave him that … that rugged look. Of course, a tree could have fallen on him and pushed his nose to the side, but when I saw the picture in the sports magazine it all made sense.” Her bright eyes darted to Casey. “Well, anyway … that’s that. The mystery is solved. I suppose he told you all about it. Why didn’t you say something?” Judy tried to look innocent.
    “Would you condescend to tell me what you’re talking about?” Casey asked with mock dignity. She knew her friend was teasing, dying to drop her bomb of information. That was one thing Casey loved about their relationship, the lighthearted way they discussed things that were important.
    “Well … I knew you’d mention it if he’d told you, though I’m surprised he didn’t. So, when I turned the page and saw his picture and the headline: CANADA SALUTES ITS FAVORITE RUGBY PLAYER, I almost jumped up and shouted to everyone in the plane—Hey, I’ve met him and he’s gorgeous!”
    “Rugby, eh?” Casey said calmly. “I thought you were going to say a senator or something.”
    “Senator? Who would get excited over a stuffy old senator?”
    “A governor that wants to be one.”
    “Well, aren’t you surprised?” Judy looked disappointed.
    “Not really,” Casey said slowly. No, Sir Lancelot would be right at home on the field of battle, be it a rugby field or a jousting tournament.
    “I wonder why he didn’t tell you? Or me? We had a long, delicious visit while we packed your things.”
    “I just bet you did,” Casey said. “By the way, will you drive me around tomorrow to look for a good used car? Mine’s totaled and the insurance company sent a check, but it’s not enough to buy a new one.”
    “Sure. Maybe we can find one a little old lady used to drive to church on Sunday.”
    Judy finished her drink and set the glass on the coffee table. “By the way, I’ve got a special date tomorrow night,” she said, her brown eyes alive with excitement. “He’s terribly handsome—tall, black hair, mustache, and beautiful blue eyes. He was transferred here from Jacksonville and has the sexiest Southern accent. I’ll bring him over for a drink before we go.”
    “I hope you’ve checked this one out. He isn’t married, is he?”
    “Yes, mother, I’ve checked him out.” Lids drooped over brown eyes demurely. “And, no, he isn’t married. I met him through another flight attendant whose boyfriend works for the same company. Besides, he doesn’t wear a ring,” she added in a droll voice.
    “Oh, that’s a sure sign,” Casey said sarcastically, before relenting and letting the obviously excited Judy off the hook. “Do you know anyone who’d want to rent my apartment for a few months?”
    “What? You want to sublet? What are you going