She giggles. 'Yeah. You sure do. Make it a good one.' 'Okay,' I say, knowing that I will let Claire do the bulk of the organizing. She will be happy to undertake the project. I know she believes that she is more important to Darcy than I am, that she would have been named maid of honor but for the fact that I've known Darcy longer. She is probably right. The major thing Darcy and I have in common is the past. The past and Dex.
The rest of the week passes quickly. I don't see Dex, but only because he is in Dallas on a business trip. I try to convince Hillary that his deadline should be extended by three days because he can't really do anything about his situation while in Texas (although Dex and I do manage to log over four hours of phone time). She tells me that if anything, the time away should give him the chance to really sort through his feelings and come up with a plan of action. I tell her I'm sure that's what he's doing.
On Friday morning, only hours after Dex arrives back in New York, he calls and suggests that we meet for lunch before he heads out to the Hamptons. We arrange to meet at the Pick A Bagel near my apartment, to avoid the Midtown lunch crowds. I feel nervous as I take the uptown subway. I have not seen him in over a week-not since I kissed Marcus. I know that kissing Marcus was not a significant event (apparently it wasn't significant to him either, as we have barely talked since), yet I feel somewhat strange when I kiss Dex hello. Not quite guilty, just reticent.
' 'I've missed you so much,' Dex says, shaking his head. 'I kept hoping you'd fly down to Dallas and surprise me.'
I laugh because the thought had actually occurred to me. 'I missed you too,' I say, feeling myself relax.
We stand there on the corner, grinning like crazy at each other, before moving inside the bagel shop. The place is jammed full of people, which gives us an excuse to touch. His fingers brush mine, the sides of our legs graze, his hand rests on my back as he guides me forward in line. I am basking in being near Dex, too distracted to order. We let three people go in front of us before we both decide on egg-salad sandwiches to go. We pay for the bagels and two Snapple lemon iced teas and then walk briskly toward my apartment. I tell myself not to get too swept up in emotion when we are finally alone. I really need to bring up Darcy before her bachelorette festivities get under way. I must do this over our egg salad. Unless of course he does it first.
Just as we are approaching my building, I spot Claire descending upon us half a block away. I hear Dex curse under his breath, just as I see a look of confusion on Claire's face. There is no time to consult Dex and formulate a story. Five steps later, she is upon us. We are cold busted.
'Hi, Claire!' Dex says robustly.
'What are you two doing here?' She switches her mustard-colored Prada bag from one shoulder to the other and smiles a bewildered smile.
I laugh nervously. 'What are you doing here?' I ask. It is a feeble attempt to buy a few seconds. I am terrible under pressure, an absolute disaster. I should not be a litigator, at least not the kind who might ever see the light of a courtroom. I am better suited to my big boxes of documents in over-air-conditioned conference rooms.
'I left work early today to get ready for the party tomorrow. I was just at Kate's Paperie buying wrapping paper and a card for Darcy.' She glances at our brown paper bags. I am carrying our Snapples; Dex has the sandwiches. 'Are you having lunch?'
'No,' Dex says. He is perfectly composed. 'Well yes, we just bought lunch. But I'm headed to my car-about to leave for the Hamptons.'
'Oh,' she says, but is still not satisfied. Luckily she keeps her eyes on Dex. I have more faith in him than in myself.
'I had to give Rachel something to give to Darcy,' Dex says.
She cocks her head to the side. 'What's that?'
I don't think she's suspicious; she simply does not consider that what we are doing may not be her business. In her eyes, she is in the inner Darcy circle, privy to any information that concerns her friend. And Dex and I most certainly concern Darcy.
'A note,' Dex says. 'A little something I want Darcy to have before her wild and crazy night on the town.'
'Oh.' Claire smiles, clearly not wondering why Dex couldn't just leave the note in their apartment, why he would need to designate me as his messenger. 'Well, it is going to be wild and crazy. Count on that.'
'I can only imagine…' Dex says.
'So, Rachel, are you taking the afternoon off then?'
I stammer and stutter and say no, yes, I'm not sure, maybe.
'Oh, screw work. Just come with me and run my last-minute errands for the party. I'm on my way to Lingerie on Lex to get a few extra things,' she says. We have designated tomorrow evening a hybrid lingerie shower- bachelorette party. 'Please come?'
'All right. Sure. I just need to run up and change my clothes and make one phone call. I'll meet you in fifteen?'
'Great!' Claire says.
I wait for her to leave first, hoping that I can have a moment alone with Dex, but she is firmly rooted to the sidewalk. After a few seconds, Dex gives up and tells us good-bye. I am careful not to look at him as he leaves.
'All right then,' I say to Claire. 'See you in a few.'
I walk home in a panic, telling myself we are fine, that surely Claire doesn't suspect such a monumental betrayal. Dex calls just as I close my apartment door. I answer the phone, my hands shaking.
'Hey,' Dex says. 'Can you believe that?'
'Omigod,' I say. 'I feel like I'm going to faint. Where are you?'
'Around the corner. In the car… Think we're okay?'
'I hope so,' I say, feeling my pulse slowly return to normal. 'You were good… How'd you come up with that excuse so quickly?'
'I don't know. She bought it, didn't she?'
'Seemed to… but what are we going to do about the note?'
'I'm writing one now… Shit, I have no idea what to write. This is ridiculous… I'm going to come up, okay?'
I tell him that it's not a good idea, that I have to go meet Claire.
He sighs. 'I wanted to spend some time with you. Can't you get out of it?'
I feel myself weakening. 'Don't you think it might look suspicious if I blow her off?'
'C'mon. Just for a few minutes?'
'Okay,' I say. 'Come up. But only to give me the note. Then I really have to go meet her.'
He arrives at my door minutes later, handing me my sandwich and the folded note. I put them both on my coffee table next to our Snapples. We sit on my couch.
'How does stuff like that always happen in this city?' I ask.
'I know,' he says, taking my hands. He tries to kiss me, but I am still too shaken to really reciprocate. I cannot relax. It is as if Claire is still with us.
'I really should go,' I say, angry that she ruined our chance to have the big conversation, but also somehow relieved.
He keeps kissing me as he removes my suit jacket and rubs my shoulder.
'Dex!'
'What?'
'I have to go.'
'In a minute.'
'No. Now.'
But as he runs his fingers over my collarbone, I stop thinking about Claire. Moments later we are making love.
My cell phone rings immediately afterward. I jump. 'Oh shit. That's gotta be Claire. I really have to go,' I say, sitting up.
'But I wanted to talk about this weekend,' he says.
'What about it?' I ask, avoiding his gaze as I button my shirt.
'Well, it's just that… I'm really sorry about this bachelorette party and everything-'
