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Authors: Jennifer Crusie
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as the previous speaker sat down, and Janice Meredith stood to present her paper.
It was an exploration of how the infidelity in Shakespeare might be handled by the modern scandal pulps, and Dennie almost wept with sympathy for her as she listened to her. No wonder the woman didn't want anyone to know about her divorce yet; she couldn't have chosen a more painful topic. And yet, even as she felt for her, Dennie made notes. There were too many parallels there to ignore. If she got the interview, she could help Janice present her case. If she got the interview, she could protect her while—
No, wait, not if . When. Dennie smoothed the skirt of her gray suit. When she got her interview, she'd use some of these same points to showcase Janice's strengths. It was going to be a great interview, a triumph for both Dennie and Janice.
Then the next presenter got up, and Dennie saw with some surprise that it was Victoria Prentice. She'd been so fixated on Janice that she'd forgotten Victoria was an academic too. Victoria's paper was a comparison of the Macbeths' marriage to television soap opera marriages, and Macbeth made Dennie think of Alec the night before. What was Victoria saying about the Macbeths? "Flawed people united by love, destroyed by ambition." Well, she and Alec were definitely flawed. She was ambitious, and she was pretty sure Alec was too. That dumb act was just that, an act; he was up to something with those land investments. And the love? That was the disconcerting part. Because there was something about Alec… Dennie tried to isolate what it was about Alec, and then realized that for the first time she'd met a man she wouldn't grow tired of. She might want to strangle him in the future, but she wouldn't get bored. He would always be unpredictable and sexy and up to something. He was the first man she'd ever known who made more than one date together seem like an interesting idea.
Patience would have loved Alec.
Of course, all that was an excellent reason to avoid him once he'd introduced her to Victoria. She was not going to end up in Chicago, chasing Alec, when she could be moving anywhere, New York even, and chasing fame and a huge career. She'd made enough dumb decisions in her life already. Time for some smart ones.
No matter how tempting Alec was.
While Dennie thought about Alec, Victoria finished her paper, and the next presenter got up and began to speak about marriage customs in Shakespeare's era and in the nineties. Dennie slipped out of the room as quietly as she'd slipped in. If Janice Meredith had sparked some interview ideas in the presentation today, there must be more in her other writings. A good interviewer couldn't be too well prepared, and Riverbend U was only a couple of miles away.
Dennie headed for the university library.
Two hours later, she met Alec for lunch.
"Where's your aunt?" she asked, coming up behind him in the lobby. His shoulders were broad and his back was straight, and she had random, inappropriate thoughts about his body before he turned to her, startled, and she was pleasantly surprised to remember how much fun his face was to look at when he wasn't letting his mouth hang open.
"Who died?" Alec said, staring at her gray suit. "Gray? This isn't like you. Tell me there's red lace under that."
"Your aunt," Dennie said, full of drive after an excellent hour in the library stacks. She had the right questions now, and Janice Meredith was going to answer them. The interview of a lifetime. Dennie looked around for Victoria, her ticket to Janice, fame, and fortune. "Where is she?"
"She couldn't make it." Alec still stared at her suit in obvious disgust. "Sorry. Now where would you like to go for—?"
"Nowhere." Dennie scowled at him, disappointed on more counts than just missing Victoria. "If she's not here, I can't spare the time." She turned back to the revolving doors.
"Wait a minute." Alec caught her arm. "Where are you going? You have to eat. It's Friday. You need
It was an exploration of how the infidelity in Shakespeare might be handled by the modern scandal pulps, and Dennie almost wept with sympathy for her as she listened to her. No wonder the woman didn't want anyone to know about her divorce yet; she couldn't have chosen a more painful topic. And yet, even as she felt for her, Dennie made notes. There were too many parallels there to ignore. If she got the interview, she could help Janice present her case. If she got the interview, she could protect her while—
No, wait, not if . When. Dennie smoothed the skirt of her gray suit. When she got her interview, she'd use some of these same points to showcase Janice's strengths. It was going to be a great interview, a triumph for both Dennie and Janice.
Then the next presenter got up, and Dennie saw with some surprise that it was Victoria Prentice. She'd been so fixated on Janice that she'd forgotten Victoria was an academic too. Victoria's paper was a comparison of the Macbeths' marriage to television soap opera marriages, and Macbeth made Dennie think of Alec the night before. What was Victoria saying about the Macbeths? "Flawed people united by love, destroyed by ambition." Well, she and Alec were definitely flawed. She was ambitious, and she was pretty sure Alec was too. That dumb act was just that, an act; he was up to something with those land investments. And the love? That was the disconcerting part. Because there was something about Alec… Dennie tried to isolate what it was about Alec, and then realized that for the first time she'd met a man she wouldn't grow tired of. She might want to strangle him in the future, but she wouldn't get bored. He would always be unpredictable and sexy and up to something. He was the first man she'd ever known who made more than one date together seem like an interesting idea.
Patience would have loved Alec.
Of course, all that was an excellent reason to avoid him once he'd introduced her to Victoria. She was not going to end up in Chicago, chasing Alec, when she could be moving anywhere, New York even, and chasing fame and a huge career. She'd made enough dumb decisions in her life already. Time for some smart ones.
No matter how tempting Alec was.
While Dennie thought about Alec, Victoria finished her paper, and the next presenter got up and began to speak about marriage customs in Shakespeare's era and in the nineties. Dennie slipped out of the room as quietly as she'd slipped in. If Janice Meredith had sparked some interview ideas in the presentation today, there must be more in her other writings. A good interviewer couldn't be too well prepared, and Riverbend U was only a couple of miles away.
Dennie headed for the university library.
Two hours later, she met Alec for lunch.
"Where's your aunt?" she asked, coming up behind him in the lobby. His shoulders were broad and his back was straight, and she had random, inappropriate thoughts about his body before he turned to her, startled, and she was pleasantly surprised to remember how much fun his face was to look at when he wasn't letting his mouth hang open.
"Who died?" Alec said, staring at her gray suit. "Gray? This isn't like you. Tell me there's red lace under that."
"Your aunt," Dennie said, full of drive after an excellent hour in the library stacks. She had the right questions now, and Janice Meredith was going to answer them. The interview of a lifetime. Dennie looked around for Victoria, her ticket to Janice, fame, and fortune. "Where is she?"
"She couldn't make it." Alec still stared at her suit in obvious disgust. "Sorry. Now where would you like to go for—?"
"Nowhere." Dennie scowled at him, disappointed on more counts than just missing Victoria. "If she's not here, I can't spare the time." She turned back to the revolving doors.
"Wait a minute." Alec caught her arm. "Where are you going? You have to eat. It's Friday. You need
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