“I’m boring you,” he said at one point, and Kate said, “No, you’re not I’m envious. I wish my work was that satisfying.”

“We can always use help,” Rick said. “Especially somebody with a mind as sharp as yours.” He smiled down at her without guile. “If you ever want to join the firm, say the word.”

He was the one, she told herself. This was it. She wasn’t ever going to find anyone as great as him again.

So when he stopped at the edge of a trail deep in the woods and put his hands on her shoulders, lowering his mouth to hers, she kissed him back. It was a pretty good kiss.

When they broke apart, he smiled at her, stepped back to give her room, and promptly disappeared.

“Rick?”

He’d lost his footing and fallen over the side of the trail and rolled down a steep incline. Kate picked her way through the weeds and saplings down to where he’d landed, dazed, at the bottom.

“Are you all right?”

“Only my pride is wounded,” he said, and she helped him up and kissed him again for being so sweet. It was still pretty good.

“I can face anything now,” he said, smiling at her.

“Good.” Kate was relieved. For a moment, it had looked like Jake’s prophecy of disaster was coming true, but Rick was all right. He was going to make it through the whole date.

Kate started back up the hill. “I think we can get back up there if we use the saplings to pull us up.”

Rick took one step and collapsed, his ankle turning under him.

“I’m sorry, Kate,” he said, gasping. “I must have sprained it after all.”

Don’t panic, she told herself. You are not cursed, Jake is an idiot, and Rick will be all right. “Lean on me. There’s bound to be a trail down here that we can take.”

As they moved off through the underbrush, she looked back to where he had fallen. The vines grew thickly there, and they all had three leaves. She thought of Jake. If he laughed, she would kill him in the boat and push his body into the lake.

They found a gradual incline, and Kate coaxed Rick up to a clearing in the trees. He was scratching every now and then.

Please let me get him back to the hotel before I do something else to him, she prayed silently.

When they reached the clearing, they found a deserted road, but it wasn’t familiar and Kate had no idea which way to turn. Wonderful. Not only did Rick have a sprained ankle and terminal poison ivy, now she’d gotten him lost. He’d starve to death in the woods. They both would. But Jake would be wrong about one thing: If they starved together, this would be one man who had kept her until the end of the date.

“Sit here,” she said. “I’m going for help.”

He scratched his ankle. “I should come with you. It might not be safe.”

“You’re probably safer by yourself than with me anyway,” she told him. “I’ll be back.”


Kate automatically turned toward the lake while she reviewed everything that had happened to her since she’d left the city. This was not working, and she really didn’t know why. She’d had a perfectly good plan, and look at it now. The more she thought about it, the clearer it became that she and her plan were doomed. There were some forces in the universe that were too big for humans to comprehend. It was time to give up and go home.

She followed the shoreline until she saw Jake in his boat, floating under the willow.

“Hey,” she called out to him and waved.

She saw him sit up, so startled that he rocked the boat. Then he saw her and put his head in his hands, and she knew he was laughing. She sat down on the shore and waited for him to row across to her.

When he got there, he pulled the boat up and walked over to her.

“Where’s Rick?”

“Accident.”

Jake started to laugh again. “You’re like the Bermuda Triangle,” he said, looking down at her. “They go out with you, but they don’t come back.”

“It’s not funny.”

He reached his hand down to her, and when she grasped it, he pulled her to her feet. “Is he still alive?”

“Yes.”

“How bad?”

“Sprained ankle and poison ivy.”

Jake shook his head and let go of her hand. “I’ll go get the car.”

They picked up Rick, Jake helping him carefully into the front seat, and drove him to the hotel.

“You’re showing remarkable restraint,” Kate said to Jake from the back seat as he drove. “Wouldn’t you like to make a comment here?”

“I’m speechless. Maybe this is God’s way of telling you not to date.”

Kate sighed. “I’ve come to that conclusion, too. I didn’t push him or anything, you know.”

Rick turned to look at her over the seat. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m mad, bad, and dangerous to know,” Kate said. “Me and Lord Byron.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Rick said. “Let’s have dinner tonight.”

“Your insurance premiums will double,” Jake said. “Kate’s on the same list with asbestos and toxic waste.”

“I insist,” Rick said.

“Thank you.” Kate smiled wanly at him. “But I have to work. I appreciate the offer, though.” Besides, Rick was going to be hip-deep in calamine by dinner. She felt terrible. Just terrible.


Jake helped Rick up to his room, saw that his ankle was packed in ice, and then went back down to the lobby to collect Kate.

“Is he all right?” Kate asked. “I feel awful about this.”

“About time you developed some guilt,” Jake said, and then when he saw she was really upset, he said, “He’s fine. Come on out on the lake and cheer up. I’ll even let you have a beer. One. Don’t guzzle it.”


Even out on the lake, Kate couldn’t shake her depression. It was time to quit. Have a good time with Nancy and Penny and Jake and then go home. Marriage wasn’t everything.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jake asked.

“I’ve decided to give up dating. It’s too depressing.”

“So the plan’s off, huh?”

“Yes,” Kate said, gloomily. “I’ll probably never get married.”

“I don’t see why you wanted to get married anyway,” Jake said. “You’ve got a career and friends and-”

“Oh, please,” Kate said. “I don’t need this. I get this from Jessie.”

“Well, she sounds sensible. Listen to her.”

“I don’t understand why she doesn’t understand,” Kate said. “I know why you don’t understand. You never get lonely and you don’t need anybody else-”

“Hey…” Jake said.

“But I am lonely. That’s why I kept saying yes to Derek and Paul and…and…”

“Terence,” Jake supplied.

“I know he was Terence,” Kate snapped. “I just wanted to make a life with someone. A life that wouldn’t start at eight at night. I wanted to wake up with someone who had the same goals I did, and work with him all day, and then come home at night and be…”

Jake waited while she searched for the words.

“Be comfortable together, I guess.” Kate let her head flop back on the cushion. “I’ve watched my father get married five times. I’ve watched his marriages end five times, including the time my mother walked out, and every time it was because he never saw any of them as partners. They were all something he’d acquired along the way, like the BMW and the condo. I didn’t want that. I wanted to be a partner.” She rolled her head sideways so she could see Jake. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to bore you.”

“That’s okay,” Jake said, cracking a beer and holding it out to her. “Drink this. You’ll feel better.”

“You drink it,” Kate said. “I’m not thirsty.”

“I don’t care if you’re thirsty or not,” Jake said. “I’m trying to sedate you. Drink it.”

Kate took the can. “Don’t you ever think about get married?” she asked. “Don’t you miss having someone around?”

“Married? No,” Jake said. “Someone around? Maybe. Maybe somebody who’s about eighteen, five foot two, and who thinks I’m God.”

“The brunette at the hotel,” Kate said gloomily.

Jake stopped with his beer halfway to his mouth. “What?”

“That little brunette,” Kate said. “The one who’s always hanging around you.”

Jake looked puzzled.

“She was talking to you at the pool table the other night,” Kate said patiently.

“Barbara Ann?” Jake looked confused. “She’s just a kid.”

“She’s probably twenty, Grandpa,” Kate said. “And you just said you wanted them short, young, and dumb.”

“I didn’t say dumb,” Jake said.

“You implied it,” Kate said. “I can’t believe that’s really the woman you want. You’re just being obnoxious. What do you really want?”

“Well, I know better what I don’t want. I don’t want somebody who’s always nagging me to be something I’m not. And I don’t want somebody who thinks she knows what’s best for me and who maneuvers around trying to get me to do things her way.”

Kate frowned. “Nobody wants anyone like that. It’s like saying, ‘I don’t want someone who’ll poke me in the eye with a sharp stick.’ Forget what you don’t want. What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” Jake said. “Somebody fun. Comfortable. Somebody who does her own thing and leaves me alone.” He looked over at Kate. “Pretty much the opposite of what you want, I guess. I don’t want to build an empire with anybody. I just want to have a good time and come home to somebody warm at night.”

“Jake, that should be easy,” Kate said. “Any woman would do that for you. You can’t have been looking too hard.”

“I haven’t been looking at all,” Jake said, glaring at her. “I never even thought about it until you brought it up, thank you very much. Can we talk about something else?”

“Sure,” Kate said and stared sadly up through the willow leaves.

“You tending bar at Nancy ’s tonight?” Jake asked, clearly desperate for a subject.