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know."

It surprised him that even for a moment he would worry about what her
moving to New York would change in his life. Of course, it wouldn't
change anything at all.

"I picture you more Park Avenue."

"I lived on Park Avenue once," she said, finishing up the last of her
fettuccine. "I'm looking for something else." And, she thought, wouldn't
it be handy if she found a place close to his? She pushed her hair out
of her face and tipped back in her chair. "Rio, that was sensational. If
I find a place close by, I'll be in here for dinner every night."

"Maybe we'll kick Nick out and you can move upstairs." He winked at her.
"I'd rather look at you than his ugly face."

"Well, in the meantime--" she rose and kissed Rio's scarred cheek
"--Zack wants you to come out when you're done Nick, and play."

"I'll be out in a minute."

"I'll tell him. Maybe I'll hang around for a little while and listen.
Bye, Rio."

"Bye, doll," Rio whistled a tune as he moved back to his stove. "Little
Freddie's all grown up. Pretty as a picture."

"Yeah, she's okay." Nick resented the fact that whatever spicy scent
she'd been wearing was tugging on his senses like a baited hook. "Still
wide-eyed, though. She doesn't have a clue what she's going to face in
this town, in this business."

"So, you'll look out for her," Rio thwacked a wooden spoon against his
huge palm. "Or I look out for you."

"Big talk." Nick snagged his bottle of beer and sauntered out.

One of Freddie's favorite things about New York was that she could walk
two blocks in any given direction and see something new. A dress in a
boutique, a face in the crowd, a hustler looking for marks. She was, she
knew, naive in some ways--in the ways a woman might be when she had been
raised with love and care in a small town. She could never claim to have
Nick's street smarts, but she felt she had a good solid dose of common
sense. She used it to plan her first full day in the city.

Nibbling on her breakfast croissant, she studied the view of the city
from her hotel window. There was a great deal she wanted to accomplish.
A visit to her uncle Mikhail at his art gallery would down two birds.
She could catch up with him and see if his wife, Sydney, might know of