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revolve around her - particularly a naked her - was a struggle. Everything he'd done that morning had taken twice as long as it should have because he was thinking. No point in telling her that, he decided. So just how did he answer? He angled his head, and smiled as he hit Reply.

I'm thinking you should come over tonight wearing nothing but a trench coat and elbow pads. After he clicked Send, he sat back and imagined - very well - what Emma might look like in a trench coat. And maybe really high heels, he thought. Red ones. And once he'd loosened the belt of the coat, he'd -

"Got the go to come on back."

With his mind still opening a trench coat - short, black - Jack stared at Del.

"So hey, where the hell are you?"

"Ah . . . just work. Drawings." Shit. Casually, he hoped, he brought up his screen saver. "No work for you?"

"I'm on my way to the courthouse, and you have better coffee."

Del strolled over to the setup on the counter, and helped himself. "Ready to lose?"

"Lose what?"

"It's Poker Night, pal, and I'm feeling lucky."

"Poker Night."

Eyebrows lifting, Del studied him. "What the hell are you working on? You look like you've just shifted dimensions."

"It just shows my uncanny ability to focus on the job at hand. Which I'll be doing with poker tonight. You'll have to do a lot more than feel lucky to win."

"Side bet. A hundred."

"Done."

Del toasted him, drank. "How's it going on the additions for the Quartet?"

"I've got something I like for Mac and Carter. I just want to refine it a little more."

"Good. Are you working on Emma?"

"What? Am I what?"

"Emma. The second cooler?"

"Not yet. It . . . shouldn't be complicated." Then why was it? Jack wondered. Why did he feel like he was lying to his closest friend?

"Simple works. I've got to go be a lawyer." Del set the mug down, started to the door. "See you tonight. Oh, and try not to cry when you pay me the hundred. It's embarrassing."

Jack shot up a middle finger, so Del walked away laughing.

Jack waited ten full seconds, ear cocked for any sound of return before bringing up his e-mail again. No reply, yet, from Emma.

How could he have forgotten it was Poker Night? That sort of thing was engraved on his brain. Pizza, beer, cigars, cards. Men only. A tradition, maybe even a ritual, that he and Del had established when they'd still been in college.

Poker Night was sacred.

What if she said she'd be there? That she'd be knocking on his door tonight?

He thought of Emma in a black trench coat and red high heels.

He thought of good friends, cold beer, and a hot deck of cards. Of course, he thought, there was only one answer. If she got back to him and said she'd come by, he'd simply explain.

He'd tell Del he'd come down with a violent case of stomach flu. No man living or dead would blame him.

M AC GLANCED OVER AT PARKER AS SHE DROVE TOWARD GREENWICH. "Okay, it's just you and me. What do you really think of Emma and Jack?"

"They're both adults, single, healthy."

"Uh-huh. What do you really think of Emma and Jack?"

Parker let out a sigh that ended on a reluctant laugh. "That I never saw it coming, and I thought I was good at that kind of thing. And if it feels this weird to me, it must feel a lot weirder for them."

"Weird bad?"

"No. No. Just odd. There's the four of us, and the two of them - Jack and Del. Together it's the six of us. Well, seven with Carter, but this is all rooted in pre-Carter. We've been in and out of each other's lives and business for years. Forever for the four of us and Del, and for what, a dozen years with Jack?

When you think of a man as a brother, it's an adjustment to realize not everyone in that same network feels the same. It's almost as strange as it would be if one of us really disliked him."

"That's what's hanging Em up."

"I got that."

"They get all sexy, and that's good, but then the heat backs off. Maybe it backs off for one of them before the other. That's awkward." Mac checked her mirrors before changing lanes. "Does the one who's still warmed up get their feelings hurt, or feel sort of betrayed?"

"Feelings are feelings. I don't understand why people blame other people for what