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"If you go visit him at work, you'll be surrounded by hooligans with broken bottles." He
pantomimed a stabbing motion. "It's very dangerous, that European football stuff.
Nothing but unwashed armpits and dark beer and a lot of guys named Marco and Nigel
and . . . El Fuego."
She nodded gravely. "I'll make sure I have a bodyguard at all times."
Pacey took her by the shoulders. "If he makes a mistake on the field," he said gravely,
staring into her eyes, "they'll come to your house. I tell you, these people are without
mercy or fear."
She tried to play along, but couldn't hold her concerned expression. She exploded in
laughter, and wrapped her arms around Pacey's neck, surprised by how comforting it still
felt. "I love you," she said with a grin.
"I love you, too, Andie."
***
"So, Dawson," Megan said as they danced uncomfortably at Rebecca's urging, "tell me
the truth. Were you really horrified when you saw me at Pete's?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, yes, completely."
She made a face. "Eh. Fine. Well, I wasn't horrified to see you."
"Of course you weren't," he said, leaning down slightly toward her. "Getting ready to go
to law school is probably like medical school, only instead of a steady supply of corpses,
you need a steady supply of unsuspecting dupes on whom you can sharpen your
litigious claws." He was smiling. "I have to tell you, though, that just as I expect to have
some say over whether my corpse eventually is dissected so that my testicles can serve
as educational devices for some eager young scientist, I would have appreciated
knowing you were using me for target practice from the beginning."
:"Oh, yeah, boo-hoo," she snorted. "You'll be lucky if anybody wants to study your
testicles while you're alive, let alone when you're dead." She narrowed her eyes and
tried again. "Let me ask you one thing: was I wrong about anything I said to you that
night?"
He didn't say anything for a minute, playing her words over and over in his mind as he
had so many times. Suddenly, he looked up with a jolt. "I can take the Fifth. I can. If
I'm under examination, I can take the Fifth. I refuse to answer on the grounds that it
might . . . you know . . . "
"Might prove that you're totally full of crap," Megan finished, grasping his shoulder. "You
should go talk to him."
"To who?" Dawson asked, pretending not to know.