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“But you take mine.”

“You’ve never lied to me, Edward, not once you’ve given your word. You do what you say you’ll do, even if it’s a bad thing. You don’t hide what you are, at least not from me.”

We both glanced back at Donna, and started walking side by side toward her as if we’d discussed it. “How the hell did you let it get so far? How could you have let Ted propose?”

He was quiet for so long, I didn’t think he’d answer. We walked in silence in the sun-warmed heat. But finally, he did answer, “I don’t know. I think one night I just got too caught up in my role. The mood was right and Ted proposed, and I think for just a second I forgot that I’d be the one getting married.”

I glanced at him. “You’ve told me more personal shit in the last half hour than in the entire five years I’ve known you. Are you always such a jabberbox when you’re on Ted’s home turf?”

He shook his head. “I knew you wouldn’t like Donna being involved. I didn’t know how strongly you’d react, but I knew you wouldn’t like it. Which meant to keep the peace I had to be willing to talk about it. I knew that when I called you.”

We stepped off the curb, both of us smiling and me waving to Donna. I said through the smile like a ventriloquist, “How can we know each other this well, and would miss each other if we died, yet still be willing to pull the trigger? I know it’s the truth, but I don’t understand it.”

“Isn’t it enough to know it’s true? Do you have to explain it?” he asked as we wove through the cars toward Donna.

“Yes, I need to explain it.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I’m a girl,” I said.

That made him laugh, a surprise burst of sound, and it made my heart ache because I could count on one hand the number of times I’d heard Edward surprised into laughter. I valued the sound of that particular laugh because it was like an old sound from a younger, more innocent Edward. I wondered if I was the only one that could force that laugh from him. How could we be talking calmly about killing each other? No, it wasn’t enough to know we could do it. There had to be a why to it, and saying we were both monsters or sociopaths wasn’t enough explanation. At least not for me.

Donna looked at me rather narrowly as we walked up. She made a big show of kissing him and when he sat the suitcases down and had his hands free, she put on an even better show. They kissed, hugged, and body-pressed like a couple of teenagers. If Edward was in any way reluctant, it didn’t show. In fact, he slipped off his hat and melded into her like he was happy to be there.

I stood, leaning against the side of the car close enough to touch them. If they wanted privacy, they could get a room. It went on long enough that I wondered if checking my watch would be hint enough, but resisted the urge. I decided that leaning against the car, arms crossed over my stomach, looking bored might be hint enough.

Edward drew back with a sigh. “After last night, I wouldn’t think you’d be missing me this much.”

“I always miss you,” she said in a voice halfway between sultry and a giggle. Donna gazed at me, hands still encircling him, very possessive. She looked right at me and said, “Sorry, didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

I pushed away from the car. “I don’t embarrass that easy.”

The happy light in her eyes turned to something fierce and protective. The look and her next words were not friendly. “And just what would it take to embarrass you?”

I shook my head. “Is this my cue to say, a lot more than you’ve got?”

She stiffened.

“Don’t worry, Donna. I am not now, nor have I ever been interested in . . . Ted in a romantic way.”

“I never thought . . .” she started to say.

“Save it,” I said. “Let’s try something really unique. Let’s be honest. You were worried about me with Edward,” I changed it very quickly to, “Ted, which was why you did the teeny-bopper makeout session. You don’t need to mark your territory for my sake, Donna.” The last was said in something of a rush because I hoped she hadn’t noticed my slip on the names, but of