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"McPhee," he sighed, sweeping her into his arms with the same mix of adoration and
regret that she always evoked. "You look lovely and blonde and French."
She pulled back and flicked her eyes over him, head to toe. "You look good," she said
through a toothy smile.
"As stated above, so do you," he volleyed back, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Evidently, Europe agrees with you." He extended a hand to Jack, who grasped it
firmly. "Hey, man."
They went inside, where Andie regaled Pacey with tales of Paris, which had been her
next stop after Italy. Harvard, surprisingly enough, had gotten the back of her hand once
she experienced the black-turtlenecked poets and fresh bread overseas. She had
enrolled in a University that Pacey never remembered the name of, and was living in a
little apartment with a temperamental ballerina by the name of Marie-Chantal. "I swear,"
Andie bubbled as she drank from a bottle of root beer, "she's got fifteen boyfriends from
every country in Europe, she smokes like a chimney, and she doesn't eat. Ever."
Pacey laughed as he handed Jack a drink. "Sounds like you may have met the only girl
in France as high-maintenance as you are."
"So how are things with you?", she asked, trying for a tone of casual interest.
"Things are fine." He glanced at Jack, who looked at the floor. "They are. They're fine.
Ask your brother. I don't have a major yet, but I do have a B-plus average and a very
glamorous job washing dishes at one of Capeside's finer restaurants, which keeps me in
coffee and comic books, as my father would say."
"Are you seeing anybody?" She was dating a member of the French national soccer
team, he knew, which probably made this question a little easier for her to ask.
"Not right now. I was seeing this one girl Emily --"
"The bug scientist," Jack interjected.
"-- and before that I was with Alison -- "
"The actress/juggler."
" -- who was friends with Naomi -- "
"Delivered singing telegrams."
" -- and there was Tara, and Kimmy, and Lila -- "
"Nudist, cultist, smelled like a fish truck."
"Would you shut the hell up?" Pacey shook his head and laughed. "Or we'll get into
your sparkling romantic situation, Mr. Man-of-Action."