few inches. “Go out where?”
“I don’t care. The movies, a club. Drinking, dancing, whoring. Hell, let’s rent a limo and go to New York and do it right.”
“You want to rent a limo, go to New York for drinking, dancing, and whoring.”
“Okay, we’ll skip the whoring. Let’s just get out of here, Park. Spend a night doing fun stuff.”
“We have two full consults tomorrow, plus our individual sessions.”
“So what?” Mac threw up her hands. “We’re young, we’re resilient. Let’s go to New York and break the hearts and balls of men we’ve never met before and will never see again.”
“I find that idea oddly intriguing. But why? What’s up with you?”
Mac pushed off the love seat, stalked around the room. It was such a pretty office. So Perfectly Parker, she thought. Soft, subtle color. Elegance and class polished over almost brutal efficiency.
“I’m thinking about a guy who’s thinking about me. And thinking about him thinking about me has me all worked up. I don’t actually know if I’m thinking about him because he’s thinking about me, or if I’m thinking about him because he’s cute and funny and sweet and sexy. He wears tweed, Parker.”
She stopped, threw her hands up again. “Grandfathers wear tweed. Old guys in old British movies wear tweed. Why do I find it sexy that he wears tweed? This is a question that haunts me.”
“Carter Maguire.”
“Yes, yes, Carter Maguire. Doctor Carter Maguire—that’s the PhD type. He drinks tea and talks about Rosalind.”
“Rosalind who?”
“That’s what I said!” Vindicated, Mac spun around. “Shakespeare’s Rosalind.”
“Oh, As You Like It.”
“Bitch, I should’ve known you’d know that. You should go out with him.”
“Why would I go out with Carter? Besides the fact he’s shown no interest in me.”
“Because you went to Yale. And I know damn well that doesn’t apply, but the fact that I’d say it speaks volumes. I want to go out and get crazy. I refuse to sit around waiting for him to call. Do you know the last time I lowered myself to waiting for some guy to call me?”
“Let me see, that would be about never.”
“Exactly. I’m not doing this.”
“How long have you waited in this case?”
Mac glanced at her watch. “About eighteen hours. He had a crush on me in high school. What kind of man tells you that? Puts the power in your hands that way? Now I have the power and it’s scaring me. Let’s go to New York.”
Parker swiveled back and forth in her chair. “Going to New York to drink and break the hearts of strange men will solve your current dilemma?”
“Yes.”
“Well, let’s go to New York.” Parker plucked up the phone. “Go get Laurel and Emma on board. I’ll handle the details.”
“Woot!” Mac did a quick dance, rushed over to grab Parker long enough to plant a loud kiss, then raced out of the room.
“Yeah, yeah,” Parker muttered as she speed-dialed the limo company. “We’ll see if you and your hangover dance and sing in the morning.”
IN THE BACK OF THE LONG BLACK LIMO, MAC STRETCHED OUT her legs, highlighted by the short black skirt. She’d kicked off her heels at the start of the two-hour drive to Manhattan. She sipped from her second glass of the champagne Parker had stocked.
“This is so great. I have the best friends ever.”
“Yeah, this is a hardship.” Laurel lifted her own glass. “Riding in a limo, drinking the bubbly, heading to one of the hottest clubs in New York—thanks to Parker’s connections. The sacrifices we make for you, Mackensie.”
“Em broke a date.”
“I didn’t have a date,” Emma corrected. “I had a Maybe We’ll Do Something Tonight.”
“You broke that.”
“I did. You so owe me.”
“And to Parker, for making it all happen. As always.” Mac toasted her friend who sat at the far side of the limo, talking to a client on her cell.
Parker sent her friends a wave of acknowledgment as she continued to pour oil on troubled waters.
“I think we’re almost there. Come on, Park, hang it up,” Mac said in a stage whisper. “We’re almost there.”
“Breath, makeup, hair,” Emma announced as she flipped out a pocket mirror.
Mini Altoids were passed, lipstick freshened. Four pairs of shoes were slipped onto four pairs of feet.
And Parker finally hung up the phone. “God! Naomi Right’s maid of honor just found out that her boyfriend—the brother and best man of the groom—has been having an affair with his business partner. MOH is on a rampage, as one might expect, and is refusing to serve unless the