Tully took a step back. “Missing my college years? You mean going to dances in Tahitian costumes and shotgunning beer? Or dating guys like the nerds you seem to choose—most of them are only slightly smarter than a pet rock.”

“Maybe we should just agree to disagree . . .”

“You think I’m with him for my career, don’t you? To what—get better grades or a spot at the station?”

“Aren’t you? Just a little bit?” Kate knew instantly she shouldn’t have said it. “I’m sorry,” she said, reaching for her friend. “I didn’t mean it.”

Tully wrenched free. “Of course you meant it. Miss Perfect with the best family and the flawless grades. I don’t even know why you hang around with me: I’m such a slut career hound.”

“Wait!” Kate called out, but Tully was already gone, running down the dark street.

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER
TEN

Tully ran all the way to the bus stop on Forty-fifth.

“Bitch,” she muttered, wiping her eyes.

When the bus came, she paid her fare and climbed aboard, muttering, “Bitch,” twice more as she found a seat and sat down.

How could Kate have said those things to her?

“Bitch,” she said again, but this time the word leaked out, sounding forlorn.

The bus stopped less than a block from Chad’s house. She rushed up the sidewalk toward the small Craftsman-style home and knocked on the door.

He answered almost instantly, dressed in a pair of old gray sweats and a Rolling Stones T-shirt. She could tell by the way he smiled at her that he had expected her. “Hey, Tully.”

“Take me to bed,” she whispered throatily, pushing her hands up underneath his shirt.

They made their fumbling, kissing way through the house and to the small bedroom in the back. She stayed close to him, locked in his arms, kissing him deeply. She didn’t look at him, couldn’t, but it didn’t matter. By the time they fell onto the bed, they were both naked and greedy.

Tully lost herself and her pain in the pleasure of his hands and mouth, and when it was over and they lay there, entwined, she tried not to think of anything except how good he made her feel.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She stared up at the plain, high-pitched ceiling that had become as familiar to her as her own dreams. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, Tully.”

She rolled on to her side and stared at him, propping her head into her hand.

He touched her face in a gentle caress. “You and Kate fought about me, and I know how much her opinion means to you.”