![]() ![]() It's not worth it."Ĭould have at least what? Nate wanted to know. "You could have at least-" She shook her head. He touched a hand to his hair-it always reassured him a little, the thick abundance of his hair. He was already late to Elisa's dinner party. "I just thought you might be in a hurry." "Jesus, Juliet!" Nate took a small step back. "Really, Nate? That's all you have to say to me?" " Really?" Juliet's voice became throaty and animated. "Are you headed to the train?" he asked, pointing with his chin to the subway entrance on the corner. Nate glanced from Juliet to a cluster of passersby and back to Juliet. Her dark hair was loose, and she wore a belted blue dress and a black blazer whose sleeves were bunched up near her elbows. She crossed her arms in front of her and began gazing meditatively at a point just above and to the left of his forehead. Then she realized who it was.Īt the sound of his voice, a tight little grimace passed over Juliet's eyes and mouth. For an instant she looked pleased to make out a familiar face on a crowded street. Juliet was already squinting with recognition. It was too late to pretend he hadn't seen her. ![]()
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