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"She looks fabulous in pink taffeta," Meg said, laughing now as well.

Strains of Beethoven's Ninth suddenly filled the air.

"My phone," Cindy announced, reaching back into her purse.

"Probably Julia." She lifted the phone to her ear.

"I gave him your number," Trish said quickly. "What?"

"I gave Neil Macfarlane your number."

"Hello?" A large male voice pushed its way out of the small phone in
Cindy's hand.

"Hello? Is anybody there?"

"I can't believe you gave someone my number without asking me first,"
Cindy hissed, holding the phone tight against her chest.

"He's really cute," Trish said, by way of explanation.

"Hello?" the voice asked again.

"I'm sorry. Hello," Cindy said, fighting the urge to throw the phone
at her friend's head.

"Cindy?"

"Neil?" Cindy asked in return.

He laughed.

"Trish obviously told you I'd be calling."

Cindy glared at Trish, who was pouring herself another glass of wine.

"What can I do for you, Neil? I'm afraid I already have an
accountant."

;'$ "Be nice," Trish whispered. "In that case," Neil said easily,
"maybe you'd let me take you out to dinner one night."

"Dinner?"

"Just because you're mad at me, don't take it out on him," Trish
said.

"When exactly did you have in mind?" Cindy heard herself ask.