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She turned to look at him again, startled to find that their faces were only a few inches
apart now. "Sure," she said quietly.
"Why would you even want to talk to me after what happened at that party when we first
met? I would have thought you'd run off at the sight of me, but for whatever reason, you
seem to be indulging me far beyond what I could reasonably expect."
"Ah, what an intriguing question." She bent over again so she was hugging her knees.
"You definitely were no barrel of laughs, and I'm sure you realize now that you didn't
have a leg to stand on in terms of hating them for betraying you, or whatever it was you'd
convinced yourself you had on them. That's basically why I went prosecutorial on you,
which you deserved completely, and which I would maintain turned out to be of
substantial benefit to your personal growth." She looked up at him expectantly.
"No argument," he said with his hands in the air.
"On the other hand, though . . . " She bent and straightened her arms a couple of times,
finally resting just the knuckle of her bent index finger on his knee as she talked to him.
"Everything you were saying, you obviously meant. It might have been total crap, but it
wasn't a line, you know? It was strangely refreshing to hear something that was so
unmistakably pathetic that I knew you couldn't possibly be saying it to impress me."
He was aware of her touch, just as tentative and arguably insignificant as it could
possibly be. Showing a burst of initiative he hadn't really been inclined to employ since
the first time he kissed Joey, he grabbed Megan's hand loosely, tangling his fingers with
hers. "What makes you think I'd say anything to impress an aggressive shark-in-training
such as yourself, anyway?"
"Well, I'm sure you wouldn't." She bumped him with her shoulder. "What makes you
think it would work if you did?"
"You may not have heard the news," he said, cocking his head to the side and glancing
sideways at her with practiced self-importance, "but I happen to be a wunderkind."
"Oh, yeah, right." She rolled her eyes. "Wunder-bread, maybe."
They both laughed, loudly enough that it seemed to echo in the silence draped over the
yard. As he recovered, he squeezed her hand a little. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"Well, I was actually laughing, and for once, I wasn't laughing at how pathetic I am."
She nodded slowly, then shrugged her shoulders. "That's what I was laughing at."
He grinned. "Yes, yes, I'm sure you were."
Megan pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "So, when we get back to school, you're
going to call me, right?"