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earbud out. “I said, are you anxious for your train?”
    “And I said, ‘I don’t want to talk.’ ” She gave him a narrowed, threatening look, then lifted the earbud to reinsert it.
    “But I do.” He yanked the wire before she got it in.
    She blinked at him, aware of the approaching train, the squeal of the brakes as it slowed, and the crush of people pushing toward the sunken tracks. Without responding, she turned away, her breath catching as she felt a strong grip on her upper arm.
    His words brushed her hair: “Not very friendly, are you?”
    She jerked her arm, but he just squeezed. “Let me go,” she ground out.
    “I…” The train roared closer. “…last night.”
    “What?” She couldn’t have heard him right. She tried to free her arm again, but he pushed a little this time, toward the tracks.
    “Hey!” She wrenched her arm again. “Stop it!” The train brakes let out a deafening, ear-splitting screech, drowning out her cry.
    He pushed her toward the tracks again, a quick, nasty shove that made her stumble. Her boot scraped the concrete, her toe hit the open ledge of the track pit, and she turned to grab onto anything, a gasp catching in her throat just as a femine hand closed over her other arm.
    “Buzz off, asshole. Can’t you see she doesn’t want to talk to you?”
    Sage whipped around, blinking at the freckled nose and green eyes that had turned cold as they targeted the man.
    “Ashley!” Sage exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”
    Ashley McCafferty swooped her arm into the crook of Sage’s elbow and possessively tugged her through the crowd. “Saving you from creeps.”
    Sage threw a look over her shoulder, saw he’d pulled the Red Sox cap way low and was looking in the opposite direction. Had he said something about last night?
    The subway doors whooshed open and a crush of humanity pressed down on her, but Ashley muscled them inside and rushed toward an empty seat in the back of the car.
    When they sat down, Ashley shoved an oversize duffle bag bearing the bright blue and white logo of the New England Blizzard under the seat. “So, where you goin’, Sage?”
    “I have a meeting in Cleveland Circle. How about you?”
    “The arena.”
    Sage did a quick mental map and frowned. “You’re headed in the wrong direction.”
    “Busted. I’m going home first. I spent the night, uh, elsewhere.” She winked. “An investment banker with an MBA from Harvard. Veddy Brahmin.”
    Sage smiled. “Don’t tell me—he saw you dance at a game and had to have your number.”
    “Something like that.” Her face softened and she put her hand over Sage’s. “So, how are you?”
    “I’m okay.” She squeezed Ashley’s hand. “Thanks for asking. I miss her so bad.”
    “God, we all do. It’s like there’s a big hole in the squad. I’m kind of happy the season’s going to end in a few weeks. I need a fun summer.” She resettled into her seat, turning toward Sage. “Are you doing anything special this summer? Didn’t you used to go to Newport with Keisha on the weekends?”
    “I’ll probably work this summer.” The last thing she wanted to do was hang out at the beach in Rhode Island, constantly reminded of her lost friend. “And I’ll have to move.”
    “That Beacon Hill place probably costs a fortune.”
    Keisha hadn’t wanted any of the girls to know she owned the unit, so Sage just shrugged. “I can’t stay without a roommate.”
    “Why don’t you get one?”
    “I don’t want to stay,” she said truthfully. “I’ll get something smaller, out of town.”
    “Oh, sure.” Ashley leaned closer and lowered her voice. “Did you ever sign up for that website? Did that special password I gave you help?”
    “It did,” Sage said, debating just how much to tell her.
    “So what happened? How did it go?”
    “Well, you know, I wasn’t really in it for the thrill.”
    Ashley nodded knowingly. “I know, you told me. Did you find out anything about Keisha, then?