âSorry. Thinking about work.â
âAh-ah, thatâs not allowed! Girls' night in, no work-think. Tonight is about fun and distraction.â
âYes, maâam!â
Gina grinned as she stabbed at her salad. âSpeaking of which, I got a flyer from the Santa Fe Institute. Theyâre starting a new lecture series. First oneâs next Wednesday, want to go?â
âIf I can. Whatâs the topic?â
âSomething about microbiology, I think.â
âHmm.â
Microbiology didnât sound thrilling, but from past experience I knew that the Santa Fe Instituteâs lectures were always fascinating. They brought in great speakers from all over the country, and the house was always packed. Even Gina, who was not what Iâd call deeply intellectual, enjoyed the talks, though I suspected it was partly as a chance to scope the crowd for potential future ex-boyfriends.
âSo, the usual?â she said. âLecture and dinner after?â
âIf Iâm free. Iâll have to look at my schedule.â
âOK, Miss Cautious. Hey, why donât you ask your detective friend, and Iâll ask Alan?â
I took a sip of wine. âIâm not sure Tonyâd be interested.â
âNever know until you ask.â
âTrue.â
And Iâd been mistaken about Tony before. I really shouldnât make assumptions about his interests.
My heart gave a flutter as I remembered his surprise kiss. He was interested in me, that much was clear. Would we get along despite our rather different backgrounds? Was it worth the effort to find out?
Miss Cautious. I deserved it, I admitted. It would be a dreadful shame, though, to let Miss Cautious become Miss Chicken. I might miss out on something really good.
I finished my pasta and eyed the serving bowl. Gina must have noticed. Sheâd make a great mom somedayâshe had a motherâs sixth sense.
âTiramisu,â she said. âIn the fridge.â
âRight.â
I put down my fork and picked up my wine, sitting back and looking out at the now-blue horizon and the first couple of stars. Lights sprinkled the hills in the foreground.
We sat chatting and watching the night fall for a while, then cleared the table. In the living room, Gina fired up her movie-streaming gizmo. On the wall between two sets of shelves was a gigantic flat-screen TV.
âWow, when did you get that?â
She pointed a remote control at the screen and pressed a button, causing the screen to glow blue. âCouple weeks ago. What do you want to see?â
âI don't know. Something lighthearted.â
âHow about the latest Sandler comedy?â
âLetâs give it a whirl.â
I joined her on her black leather couch and she pushed buttons until the movie came on. About ten minutes into the film I looked at her.
âCan we make some popcorn?â
âThereâs tiramisu.â
âNot to eat, to throw at the screen.â
Gina chortled. âYou, too?â
âItâs a Big Lie story. I hate those.â
âHey, you approved it!â
âYeah, and now Iâm sorry.â
Gina picked up the remote and paused the movie. âOK, so we lose it. Something else you want to see?â
âYeah. Charade . Ever seen it?â
âNope.â
âCan you get it?â
âLet's find out.â
More button-pushing. I got up to use the bathroom. Before I could get back to the couch, my cell phone rang from the kitchen.
âSorry, I forgot to turn it off!â
I hurried to the phone nook and dug the cell out of my purse. The number on the caller ID looked familiar, though it said âUnavailable.â I flipped it open.
âHello?â
âHi, Ellen, itâs Tony. Got some news and I wanted to tell you before you heard it from someone else. The M.E. figured out what killed Mrs. Garcia. It wasnât Whoeverâs Syndrome.â
âOh? What,
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