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Chapter Forty-Seven: What He Wants

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He called again on Saturday.

I had expected it. The Thursday dinner had been the opening position and Adrian had never in his life presented an opening position without a follow-up. The dinner had been designed to establish something, warmth, proximity, the particular fiction of two people who had a shared history and might yet find a shared future. The call on Saturday was designed to build on whatever the dinner had established.

I answered.

“I’ve been thinking about what I said Thursday,” he
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