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June 6

Lizzy stretched, yawned, and opened her eyes just enough to see the clock on the night stand. Still foggy from sleep, she thought It feels later than that. She rolled over and reached for Darcy, but he wasn't there. And it wasn't their bed-or their bedroom. Right. We're in San Francisco. That's why it doesn't feel like 5 AM!

She pulled on the thick hotel robe and padded out to the living room, where Darcy sat at the desk, tapping away on his notebook. He looked up and smiled.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"How long have you been up?"

"About a half hour. I hope I didn't wake you."

"You didn't. It's 8:00 at home, I'd be up by now."

"Do you want breakfast now?"

"Yes, I'll order up so that you can get your work done. What do you want?"

"Whatever you want. Surprise me."

"Okay, Buffalo wings it is."

Intent on typing, Darcy murmured, "Mmm hmm, that's nice."

"Serve you right if I did."

"Did what? Order Buffalo wings for breakfast? See, I was listening. But I know you wouldn't do that."

"You think you know me that well?" asked Lizzy as she scanned the room service menu.

"I'm in trouble no matter how I answer that, so just let me say that I'm pretty sure Buffalo wings aren't on the breakfast menu." Darcy clicked "send" and stood up. Taking the menu, he said, "I'll order. I left the computer online. Why don't you check your mailbox?"

"Thanks. OJ, coffee, omelet?"

"As you require m'lady." He picked up the phone to order breakfast.

Liz logged into her mailbox and scanned the list. She immediately deleted a few email ads, laughing at one in particular.

"What's so funny?" asked Darcy, walking over to the desk.

Lizzy pointed to an ad for a generic prescription medication for men. and said, "We don't need any of that, we certainly didn't last night!"

"Mmm, not with you for inspiration." Darcy nuzzled her neck and she turned to kiss his forehead. They were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Breakfast already?" asked Lizzy. "My, you do wield power, Mr. Darcy."

"Just starters. On this floor, the room service call goes through the concierge lounge. They're sending us juice, coffee, and pastries to tide us over until the eggs arrive."

Darcy admitted a waiter bearing a large tray. Lizzy turned back to the computer and opened a message from Darcy, sent just that morning.

Good morning, Beautiful! I love you!

She clicked "reply."

Love you, too!!!!!!!!!!

She clicked "send" just as Darcy approached with a tall glass of orange juice.

"Here you go, Love."

"Mm, thanks, Will. Do you need to get back on line?"

"Not for a while. I think I'll take a quick shower before breakfast arrives, so take your time."

"Good, I'll email Jane and Georgie about yesterday. That was so much fun! If you get bored with being a CEO, you could become a tour guide."

"I don't think so. It's only fun when I'm guiding someone special."

Lizzy sent several more emails, including one promising Georgie some souvenir chocolate. Then she emailed her father.

Hi, Dad!

We're having a fabulous time. I didn't know it was possible to take a trip that didn't include a Civil War site! (just kidding)

I remembered that Peter is from the Bay area. Ask Mary to call my cell and leave me his number-that is, if it's OK with her. I'm so happy that she has such a nice boyfriend. (Ouch! Am I channeling Mom?) You know what I mean, we all like him and I thought it would be nice if I just called to say hello. No pressure, honest!
Love,
Lizzy

Lizzy poured herself some coffee and took a croissant from the plate of pastries. She sent an email to the office, then checked her inbox once more. She was surprised to find a reply from her father. She was about to download it when Darcy returned to the living room.

"Is breakfast here yet?"

"Not yet. I'm on my last email, and then you can have your computer back."

"No rush. Who is it from?"

"Dad. No, Mary. Look." Lizzy moved aside so that Darcy could read the message.

Hi Lizzy!

i was in the den when Dad got your message. PROMISE me that you won't embarrass me if i give you Peter's number. i mean it! Mom's bad enough. She keeps talking about jane's wedding and giving me MEANINGFUL looks.

So NO HINTS!! And tell Will NO Spanish Inquisition (i've been talking to Georgie). If and ONLY IF you accept these conditions may you call Peter.
Love, Mary
ps his number is ...

Lizzy clicked on "reply"

We'll be good, I PROMISE.
XOXO
L & W

Darcy leaned forward and reached around Lizzy to get at the keyboard, adding to the message.

Next time I take the company jet to SF, you can tag along. Oops! Was that a HINT?
W

Room Service knocked on the door, and Lizzy clicked "send." She slipped out of the desk chair and answered the door while Darcy did a quick email check. He smiled at Lizzy's message, and joined her at the table.

Lizzy straightened Darcy's tie and smoothed his lapels. "You look very handsome this morning, Mr. Darcy. I hope there aren't going to be any female executives at this meeting."

"Lizzy! You aren't jealous, are you?"

"No, I'm just concerned that they'll take one look at you and be mesmerized and nothing will get done while they stare and drool due to repressed desire."

"I do believe you overestimate my charms, Ms Bennet. I don't make you drool."

"I have amazing self control. Also, an outlet for my desire."

"Don't go there, Love, or I'll be the one unable to concentrate at the meeting."

"Good luck."

"Got my lucky charm with me," said Darcy as he patted his breast pocket.

"The handkerchief I embroidered!"

"If I have to go out of town and be away from you, it travels with me. See you later."

"Let me know how it goes."

"Will do. The driver will be here for you in about a half hour. The front desk will call up to let you know."

"I'll probably go down a bit early and wander around the atrium. It's quite spectacular."

"Enjoy your tour!"

Darcy arrived at Mason & Astor precisely on time. He was shown into a conference room and joined almost immediately by the two owners of the company. Both men were in their late fifties. Jeff Mason showed signs of gray at the temples, but Carroll Astor's hair was impossibly black. Mason was low-key and soft spoken. Astor was louder and seemed to be trying to look...vigorous? They struck Darcy as an odd pair, but he didn't have much time to contemplate that as they sat down and got to work.

Mason's assistant, Barry, brought in coffee. As he left, Darcy noticed the young man's mismatched socks, one pink and one yellow.

Mason chuckled, "Yes, I know. His socks never match. Drives Carroll nuts, but I've become used to it. It's Barry's little bit of rebellion in a world of conservative suits. He's a terrific assistant, though."

They discussed the terms of the purchase of the company. Mason was particularly concerned about the future of the employees. Darcy reassured him that jobs would not be cut.

"You develop programs that are unlike anything my software division produces. There will be some changes in packaging and branding, but I want your company to continue to function as is. I don't think there's enough overlap that we would save money by closing down this office and merging work forces. For one thing, my other group is in Boston. I doubt many San Franciscans would be eager to make the move. But if someone wanted to apply for a transfer-in either direction-I would encourage the managers to consider it.

"I don't buy companies to chop them up or put them out of business. I'm sure you've checked out other acquisitions I've had, and you know that I purchase with care and care for what I purchase. It is my understanding that you both want to retire, so top management will be in Boston. But pretty much everyone else is welcome to stay. Have you talked to your people? Do you anticipate defections or retirements?"

Astor said, "We haven't discussed this with the employees as yet."

"But surely there are rumors, suspicions? It's rare for a company to be sold without anyone having a hint."

"A few people have asked me what's going to happen when we retire," admitted Mason. "But that's just a reaction to the fact that Carroll and I have both qualified for membership in AARP for some years now." *

"I don't belong to AARP!" said Astor.

Denial thought Darcy, beginning to understand the hair dye.

Lizzy was admiring the enormous sculpture in the lobby when a man approached her.

"Excuse me, are you Ms Bennet?"

"Yes, I am."

"Good morning. I'm Aaron, and I'll be driving you today. Mr. Darcy said to give you a driving tour and then get you to Chinatown on time for your walking tour. He said you've seen California, Powell, Mason, Lombard Streets, and Columbus Avenue. Did you enjoy the cable cars?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Right, then I'll take you to some of the places the cable cars don't go. Mr. Darcy thought you might like the movie tour."

"Movie tour?"

"The Bullitt hill, the Mrs. Doubtfire house, Mission Dolores, Fort Point if we have time."

"Fort Point, is that part of the Presidio?"

"No, but it's near there. It's where Kim Novak's character goes into the water in 'Vertigo,' and Mission Delores is also in that movie."

"Whatever you say, I'm happy just to have a look around."

Aaron drove Lizzy down the hill made famous by the movie "Bullitt," although he didn't bounce the car the way the stunt driver had in the movie.

"It's our steepest hill," he said proudly. "And here's a bit of trivia. When Steve McQueen turns the corner, in the next shot he's two miles from here! Man, I love to watch movies and catch stuff like that!"

Lizzy laughed, "I know what you mean. They cheat on New York locations. Probably every other city, too. Where next?"

"Fort Point. I see you have your camera. You can get an interesting shot of the Golden Gate Bridge from there."

He drove Lizzy to a spot that seemed to be almost underneath the famous bridge. She took a few pictures, then Aaron asked for her camera.

"Stand there," he said, pointing to rocks near the edge of the bay. "Good, now turn to face the water and act like you're about to jump."

"Why?"

"Just like Kim in the movie."

"Oh! I get it. How's this?" Lizzy posed and Aaron snapped away.

"Good. I'm sure one of them will turn out great. Nice camera."

"Thanks. This will be funny. What a great idea. Do you do this often with tours?"

"Most people don't remember an oldie like 'Vertigo.' They all want to see the Victorian house from 'Mrs. Doubtfire' and the 'Bullitt' hill, the Presido, Alamo Square from the intro to some sitcom. Speaking of Alamo Square, let's head in that direction."

After about an hour of discussion of details, Astor excused himself, saying he had some calls to return. Mason offered to give Darcy a tour of the building.

"Don't worry," he said. "I walk people through from time to time. Usually it's a client. It won't seem suspicious."

"Good. I'd like to get a sense of the place without a lot of attention on me."

As they strolled through the offices, Darcy noticed that the company was both formal and informal. Dress was not particularly casual, yet people seemed relaxed. He noticed that few people were working alone. Collaboration seemed to be the workstyle. And it was collaboration, not just workers hanging out together discussing weekend plans. He commented on this and Mason smiled.

"We encourage people to take their work to colleagues and say 'hey, what do you think?' We have very little peer pressure, no prima donnas. I'm proud of our team effort."

Darcy nodded, "I like that. This, uh, may sound impertinent, but you and Mr. Astor seem very different."

"Yes, well, I'm development oriented and he's focused more on marketing. I guess you could say I'm internal and he's external."

"Ah, I see."

"Yes, and I'm embracing my age and planning to enjoy retirement. He's in denial. You'll see when we all go out to dinner together." Mason chuckled at Darcy's confused expression. "You'll see, believe me. Which reminds me, I'm looking forward to meeting your fiancée. You're right, of course, we did check you out. And one thing that we learned was that you had been pegged as a perennial bachelor. If I may be impertinent, what happened?"

"Lizzy Bennet happened. You'll see. Believe me."

Mason laughed, "Touché!"

They stopped at Astor's office to wrap up a few details.

"So that's about it," said Darcy. "We haven't made any significant changes in the terms, but let's allow the lawyers on both sides to have a final look at the terms, and then we can sign tomorrow morning. How does that sound?"

"Excellent!" said Mason.

"Good, good!" said Astor, eyeing a brochure on his desk. Darcy noticed it was for a large and expensive boat.

"Oh!" cried Lizzy. "Is that a church?"

"Yes, it is. It's St. Mary's. Would you like to stop?"

"Yes, please. I love church architecture. I'm not crazy about modern churches, but I'm curious."

"This one was a bit of a controversy when it was built. Some folks think the roof looks like the agitator inside a washing machine."

"Oh dear, it kind of does! I'll have a quick look and then we can continue, all right?"

"It's your day. I'll watch the time and get you to your tour. Go ahead."

Lizzy entered the church. Its high ceiling and narrow but bright stained-glass windows were stunning. It doesn't look like a washing machine inside, she thought. She sat in a pew and said a short prayer, then made a wish. It was one of her mother's superstitions. Any time you go into a church you haven't seen before, say a prayer and make a wish. I know it's a selfish wish, God, but please make my wedding go smoothly and have us all still on speaking terms when it's over.

A quick drive past some of the city's most famous Victorian houses, and Aaron headed toward Chinatown. He dropped Lizzy off in front of the shop that was the headquarters for the tour.

"Are you sure this is right? It's a cooking school."

"Yes, the owner is a chef and author of cookbooks. And she runs the best tour company in Chinatown, too. Enjoy! Here's my cell number. Call me when you're ready to be picked up."

Lizzy entered the shop, gave her name to the guide who was checking off reservations, and waited just a few minutes until the tour began.

"My name is Pearl," said the guide who was leading Lizzy's group. "Like all of our guides, I grew up here in Chinatown, and a lot of what you'll hear about today is before my time. But I heard my parents' and grandparents' stories, and I hope you'll enjoy hearing some of them. If you have any questions, please speak right up. I promise you, I don't make stuff up. If I don't know the answer to something, I'll tell you so." Pearl went on to ask people to tell the group their names and home cities so that she could get to know them a bit.

"Well, we're from all over today. That's great. Let's start with a little sense of where we are. Chinatown has the largest Chinese population of any city outside of Asia. Chinatown predates the earthquake and fire of 1906, but most of the city was destroyed and had to be rebuilt. For a long time, Chinatown was a sort of law unto itself, a little bit of China in the midst of a large city. It had its own telephone exchange. Follow me."

Pearl led them to a pagoda-style building that housed a bank. "This was originally the telephone exchange building for Chinatown. The operators had to speak many different dialects. They also knew who everyone was. You didn't pick up the phone and give a number. You asked for Mrs. Soo who lived on Washington Street. And the operator would know!"

Pearl paused while people took pictures, then moved the group along. "This is a herbalist's shop. Many natural remedies are used in traditional Chinese medicine. People wouldn't go to a doctor, they'd visit the herb shop instead. They still sell herbs, and many kinds of tea as well. And of course," she added as they passed another shop, "We have our share of souvenir shops, too. Now you're in for a treat. We're going to visit a factory that makes something very special. Fortune cookies!"

Pearl took them inside a nondescript building and showed them the machinery that made the cookies. "Once, they were folded by hand. But then someone figured out how to mechanize the process. You can see the fortunes, printed on strips of paper, go in here. Then they come out here, one at a time, drop onto the cookie, still soft from the oven and then like that!" she snapped her finger, "The cookie is folded."

A worker handed Pearl a tray, and she gave everyone a sample. They enjoyed tasting the cookies and reading their fortunes.

Pearl got the group's attention and explained a few more details, "You'll notice that the fortunes are keeping up with the times. As lotteries became more and more popular, the fortune-cookie companies added numbers to the fortunes. So now you have your fortune and lucky numbers all in one treat! Also, they will make custom orders with your company's name or some other greeting inside. There are also companies that make cookies with naughty fortunes." She paused and added, "This isn't one of them."

"Can we buy cookies here?" asked someone.

"Yes, you may," replied Pearl. She pointed to large baskets filled with plastic bags of cookies. "Go ahead, we have a few minutes for you to shop."

"Look! chocolate ones!" exclaimed a tourist from Wyoming. "I've never seen those at home."

"Neither have I," laughed Lizzy. "I've got to get some of those."

When the shopping frenzy was over, Pearl guided her group onward. As they walked, a teenager with a midwestern accent asked, "Is Chinatown part of the United States?"

Lizzy suppressed a desire to say "DUH!" Pearl didn't bat an eye, but said, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you said it had its own laws and phone company, so..."

"Oh. No, Chinatown is part of San Francisco. What I meant was, in its early days, the city services-police, for example-were kinds of hands-off about Chinatown. In that sense, it wasn't part of the city. But legally, of course it is and always has been American. I'm fourth-generation Chinatown. My family all speak both Chinese and English, but we're American citizens, vote, pay taxes, same as other Americans do. I don't live here now. My husband and I live out in Sunset, but my mother lived in Chinatown her whole life."

They walked on a bit, and Pearl stopped them in front of a building. "Shh. What do you hear?" The group fell silent and listend to the clack-clack sounds.

"What's that?" asked a man with a pronounced southern accent.

"They're playing Mah Jongg," answered Pearl.

"Why are the curtains closed?" asked his wife.

"Privacy."

"Why, are they gambling in there?"

"Of course not!" said Pearl with a grin. "Come on, more to see."

She took them to an artist's studio where a man used watercolors to paint animals. Pearl explained that the animals were part of the Chinese zodiac. "Instead of your 'sign' being according to the month you're born in, it's the year. Do any of you know your sign?"

"I'm ox," said Lizzy. "My mother read an article about this once, and told us all our signs."

"Good for your mother! Anyone else know?" Nobody did, so she produced a list, and people looked up their signs. A few people bought pictures of their zodiac animals, and then the group moved on to lunch.

"Now we eat!" declared Pearl. "Do you know dim sum? I'll bet our New Yorker does," she added, nodding at Lizzy. Lizzy nodded back. The couple from the South nodded, too. "Good. And those of you who've never tried dim sum, you're in for a treat. This is a chance to try several different kinds of food. Small portions of each, so we don't overstuff ourselves. Now, some of the items on a dim sum menu are a little odd to tourists, but we won't be having duck tongue or chicken feet today. Dumplings and other savory treats are the order of the day. So come in, sit down. I see that pots of tea are already on the table. Everyone comfortable? Good!"

Elsewhere in town, Darcy and Mason were just leaving the office building and heading to their own lunch.

"Sorry Carroll can't join us. He wanted to go over our contracts and make sure their are no conflicts with any of our customers. He's huddled with the lawyers. Sooner him than me. Do you like seafood? I know a great little place, none of the tourists have found it yet."

"Sounds good. We did walk along Fisherman's wharf yesterday, but we didn't eat there, not knowing which places are good and which are simply popular."

Yes, I know. Tourists often come for the experience more than the food. That's why I like little places like this.'

They were seated promptly and their orders were taken. As they settled in, Darcy asked, "What are your plans for your retirement?"

"Travel. My wife wants to see Australia, and if I'm going to fly that far, it's going to be for a good long visit. And, of course, spend time with my kids and grandkids. The grandkids are in high school already. Time flies. Gotta smell the roses, you know?"

"Sounds nice."

Mason smiled, "I feel like we're opposite ends of the same road. You're starting out, I'm winding down. Take time to enjoy the ride. Carroll and I worked hard to build the business, but it has grown and now we're ready to reap our rewards. You'll see one of his rewards tomorrow night. No, no, I'm not going to tell you. You'll see. Will you have time to get out of the city?"

"Unfortunately, no. We have to head home early on Saturday. Big appointments with caterers and such. We're celebrating our engagement and that of my cousin with a big party next month, and this weekend is when we have to make it all come together. I say we but I actually mean Lizzy and Anne. Richard and I are just there to say 'yes, dear.'"

"Good attitude to take. Cynthia runs our social life, and I've learned that 'yes, dear' goes a long way in keeping things calm."

As they were leaving lunch, Lizzy said to Pearl, "Ooh, you lied! You said we wouldn't be stuffed. But I sure am!"

"I know, but isn't it fun?"

"Yes, it is. Thank you so much for the tour."

"Glad you enjoyed it. Now, you know where you're going?"

"Yes, I'm being picked up. I'll have the car meet me at the gate on Grant Avenue. That's an easy landmark for both of us."

"Good. Enjoy the rest of your stay!"

Lizzy left the group and walked a block to Grant Street. Then she turned south and walked toward the gate. She stood at the gate for only a few minutes before she saw Aaron pull to the curb. He got out and held the door for her.

"Hi, Aaron! I hope the springs are good! I stuffed myself at the dim sum lunch!"

"You don't look heavier to me," came a voice from inside the car.

"Will!" squealed Lizzy as she slid in next to him. "How did it go?"

"Very well. Brief meeting tomorrow morning to sign on the dotted line, then a company meeting-hello-how-are-you-kind of thing, and then it's a done deal. So we can spend tomorrow together."

"I wish you could have done the tour with me. Look what I bought-chocolate fortune cookies! And I'll never remember but a tiny fraction of the guide's stories. She was born and raised in Chinatown, so it was a real insider's view. I took lots of pictures."

"Good. And I've asked Aaron to take us to another photo-op."

"Where?"

"You'll see."

Aaron drove them to Twin Peaks, where they got out and looked all over the city and Lizzy took more pictures. Then Aaron announced that they were headed for what he called "a blast from the past."

"What?" asked Lizzy.

"What's San Francisco famous for?" he countered.

"Cable cars!"

"And?"

"Ghiradelli chocolate!"

"And?"

"The Golden Gate Bridge!"

"Something else. Let me see, it would be more your parent's age than yours, actually."

Well, Mom and Dad met at a peace rally. She was in a sort of hippie phase and-oh! really? Groovy, man!" Lizzy giggled and made a peace sign.

"Yup! Welcome to Haight-Ashbury, center of the summer of love."

"It isn't at all what I expected," said Lizzy, looking at the pretty Victorian houses.

"The hippies have grown up and painted their houses," said Darcy. "Come on, flower child, let's get out."

They got out of the car, handed the camera to Aaron, who took their picture posing under the street sign for the intersection of Haight Street and Ashbury Street.

Aaron stayed with the car while Lizzy and Darcy strolled along Haight Street for a few minutes.

"Did you ever call Peter?"

"Yes, I did. He says hello to all, and says next time to call him in advance and he'd be happy to get together with us. Unfortunately, I caught him on his way out with some buddies off for a weekend of surfing somewhere. He did also suggest that next time you fly out here, you might bring Mary along. That sounds promising."

"Lizzy! You're channeling your mother again!"

"Sorry! Where to next?"

"How about the park?"

So Aaron drove them through Golden Gate Park, then to Cliff House to get a view of the Pacific Ocean. Lizzy asked if they could drive across the Golden Gate Bridge, so Aaron obliged them, commenting that it was a good thing it was still early afternoon.

Traffic was beginning to pick up, and Lizzy confessed to being tired. When they got back to the hotel, Lizzy thanked Aaron, and Darcy tipped him generously. Back in their suite, Lizzy flopped onto the bed. Darcy plugged in the notebook and checked his email. He was pleased to have a timely response from his lawyers approving the terms of the contract. He picked up the phone and called Jeff Mason.

"Darcy! Hello. Just got the word from the legal beagles. They say it's a go. How about your team?"

"My lawyers are happy, too. So I'll see you tomorrow at 9 and then we'll do the company meeting right after we sign, yes?"

"That's right. See you tomorrow."

In the bedroom, Lizzy stretched out on the bed and used the second phone line to call her sister.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Jane!"

"Lizzy! How did your walking tour go?"

"Amazing! And we had a great dim sum lunch. I don't know how I'm going to manage to eat dinner tonight."

"How is Will's deal going?"

"He felt his meeting this morning went well. He's on the phone with one of the guys from the company now. How's everything at home?"

"Good. Georgie and Chris moved another few boxes of books into the apartment. I'm about moved out. Charles is trying to convince me that it would be good for Chris and Georgie to have this place earlier rather than later."

"Uh-huh. Isn't he sweet to be concerned for their welfare?"

"Lizzy, you know how kind Charles is. Oh! I almost forgot. When I got in this evening, there was a message for you."

"Oh?"

"Yes, from your pal Collins. Are you ready? He said 'Hope we can find time to get together this weekend.' And then he gave his hotel phone number and room number."

"Noooooo. What do I have to do to make him go away?"

"I have no idea."

"Why does Mom do stuff like this?"

"Who knows? Why did she take me to six shoe stores to buy a pair of white shoes that will be hidden under my wedding dress? It's a mystery."

"It sounds like it's getting tough."

"I'll survive."

"Let's just hope that she gets it out of her system before the big day and you can relax and enjoy it. Oh! The light went out on the other phone line. I want to find out how Will's call went. Bye, Jane. Hang in there, okay?"

"Bye, Lizzy."

Lizzy hung up and turned to see Darcy standing in the doorway.

"So?"

"Everything is great with the deal. What about the home front?"

"Mom is making Jane crazy. Six shoe stores. Six! For a pair of white shoes that, as Jane pointed out, will be hidden under the dress."

"Ah weddings," sighed Darcy as he stretched out next to Lizzy. "Think how much fun your mother will have planning ours."

Lizzy groaned, and Darcy pulled her into his arms.

"You have options, you know. We could simply continue to live in sin, we could elope, or you could make it a double wedding with Jane. You know, while she's getting married, we could run up to the altar and say, me too!"

"Will! you're crazy."

"Mmm, crazy about you."

*ed note: AARP is the American Association of Retired People; you must be 50 or older to join; you don't have to be retired.

Chapter 93

June 7

Lizzy awoke just as Darcy slipped into bed.

"What time is it?" she mumbled.

"Early. Go back to sleep."

"Don't you have to get up and do email?"

"Done."

"How long have you been awake?"

"About an hour. I guess I'm keyed up about today."

"Today should be easy. All you have to do is sign your name. I would have thought yesterday would be more stressful, what with working out the deal."

"No, doing the deal doesn't worry me. It's the company meeting that follows the signing. No matter what I say, there will be all those faces with an expression of fear and distrust."

"Fear?"

"Sure. I just bought their nice comfy little company. Now what am I going to do with it? Whose jobs will be cut?"

"Oh." Lizzy paused, then asked, "And, uh, whose jobs will be cut?"

"In this case, nobody's job is likely to be in danger. But you know how the mergers and acquisition game works. Consolidate, cut the fat. They'll think I'm Larry the Liquidator."

"No they won't," said Lizzy as she snuggled closer. "You're much taller."

Darcy kissed her. "You're quite a tonic for a harried businessman's nerves."

"Mmm, I know a great way to relieve tension."

Later, while Darcy was in the shower, Lizzy used his notebook to check her email. She opened a message from her father.

Hi Lizzy,
If you've talked to Jane, you know that things are reaching fever pitch here. Mom took Lydia shopping for bridesmaid dresses. The idea was to do some scouting for Jane's sake, but Lydia has her heart set on something Jane doesn't like and Mary flatly refuses to try on. I'll spare you the details-no more bows, I beg you!

I reminded Mom and Lydia that it's the BRIDE who gets to choose, not the youngest bridesmaid.

The result of this is
a. Mom is pissed off at me
b. Lydia's life is over
c. Mary has retreated to her room and her books
d. all of the above

And, as you have guessed by now, the answer is d. A colleague down in New Market has been after me for ages to visit. Your smart remark about trips got me thinking. I may take the coward's way out and get away for a few days. If Mary can get some time off from work, I'll take her.

What do you think of inviting Georgie Darcy along-assuming Mary can go, of course?

Love,
Your Beleaguered Father

Lizzy was about to reply when Darcy walked into the room.

"What's new?"

"The wedding frenzy is escalating. Now that the bride's dress and shoes have been taken care of, we move on to the bridesmaids' dresses. Mom and Lydia saw something that Mary hates, and Dad is trying to referee."

"Excuse me for interrupting, but doesn't Jane get a say in this?"

"That was Dad's point. Here, read his email." She turned the notebook so that the screen faced Darcy. He shook his head and sighed.

"Poor man, adrift in a sea of estrogen. What's in New Market?"

"Think, Will! Where would Dad be going that would interest your sister?"

"Ah, of course! Something to do with the Civil War."

"Yes, I think it's in Virginia. Funny how Dad just assumes everyone knows. Do you think Georgie would go?"

"Are you kidding? A tour of a Civil War site with her favorite historian? That's Georgie's equivalent of you getting to sail up the Nile with the author of those Egypt novels you like so much."

"You're right. Why don't you answer Dad while I shower? Breakfast should be here soon."

Darcy clicked on "reply."

Good morning , Tom,

Lizzy asked me to answer your email while she showers .(sorry, TMI, right?) We both think that Georgie would be thrilled to have a personal tour of a Civil War site with her favorite expert! Plus, it will make up for not being included on the trip to SF. I hope Mary can manage the time off from work.

BTW, Lizzy did speak to Peter. You can reassure Mary that Lizzy said nothing embarrassing. I leave it to you to decide whether to tell Mary (or Fran) that Peter suggested that I let Mary tag along the next time I take the jet to SF.

Today Lizzy gets her first taste of being Mrs. CEO. Hope it doesn't scare her off.
Will

After Darcy clicked "send," a new message popped up. He didn't intend to read Lizzy's email, but what he saw caught his eye. The message was from Jane, and it was marked "High Priority" The title was "justifiable momicide!"

"Lizzy!" he called, walking briskly into the bedroom. "Are you about done?"

The sound of running water stopped and the bathroom door opened to reveal Lizzy, dripping wet and wrapped in a towel.

"What's wrong?"

"You need to call Jane. She's finally hit the wall."

"Mom?"

"You have to see the email to believe it."

Curious, Lizzy pulled on her hotel robe and followed Darcy to the living room. She gasped when she read the message.

Lizzeeeee!

I can't take it! Mom has gone too #$%^&* far. She took Lyddie shopping for bridesmaid dresses. Without ME! Just #$%^&* Lydia! And L found something "lovely" (Mom"), "hot" (L), "unbearably hideous" (Mary). It's MY $%^&* wedding and I have less and less say in anything.

It isn't fair! I've waited my whole life for the right man, and now that I've found him, we can't get married without a $%^&* circus!

Elopement sounds good, you guys want my catering booking?
J

"Wow!" breathed Lizzy. "I've never seen Jane computer cuss like that. Four glissandos in one email!"

"Glissando?"

"You know the thing where you slide your fingers up the keyboard of a piano? That's called a glissando."

"I know."

"Well, to curse, you do the same thing along the top row of keys on the computer. I tend to add -ing myself, but-oh! Poor Jane."

"Call her. Right now. Do you have a number for Charles?"

"Yeah, my organizer, um, briefcase," Lizzy looked around then dashed to the bedroom and returned with the device. "Here."

Darcy searched for Charles's number while he let the waiter in to deliver breakfast. As the waiter set down the tray, Darcy said to Lizzy, "Tell her to keep her cell on."

Lizzy dialed the apartment.

"Hello?"

Jane sounded as if she had been crying. Lizzy said, "Jane, Jane, I feel so bad for you. I wish I weren't so far away. I know about the dress thing. Dad said he weighed in on your side."

"He did, but it just made Mom and Lydia mad."

"Well, too bad for them! You're the bride, Jane, not Lydia. Wait until she gets married. We'll agree to be in the wedding party and then get pregnant so that we can waddle down the aisle on her big day."

"Let's just hope that Lydia isn't the one waddling down the aisle on her big day."

"Jane? Do you know something?"

"No. It's just a catty remark from a pissed-off sister."

"Look, keep your cell on if you go out, okay? And if you need to scream, call me."

"I feel better now. I'm sorry I lost it like that."

"No! Don't be sorry.; It isn't your fault. Lydia is a spoiled brat. When I get back, you, Mary, and I are going to corner Miss Lyddie and give her what for!"

"Thanks."

"Call in sick, get Charles to do the same, and spend the day in bed. That's Dr. Lizzy's prescription."

"Mine, too," said a deep voice behind her.

"Did you hear that, Jane? Will agrees with me."

"Well, maybe I'll just take the morning off."

"You be good to yourself! Promise?"

"Yes, Lizzy, thanks."

"Hey, that's what best sisters are for. Love you!"

"Love you, too Lizzy. Bye."

Lizzy hung up and joined Darcy at the table. He poured her a cup of coffee. She accepted it gratefully.

"Thanks. So?"

"I got hold of Charles. He had no idea that she was so upset. He's going to blow off his morning to-do list. He's probably on his way to her as we speak. Maybe a stop at a florist and/or bakery on the way."

"Oh, good. Thanks for calling him, Will."

"I'm happy to help. What do you have planned for today?"

"I don't know. I was thinking I'd wait until your meetings were over and then we could do something together."

"Ah. I was thinking, uh, since you don't have plans this morning, that is, if you don't mind-"

"Will! It isn't like you to hem and haw. What is it?"

"Come with me this morning."

"To your meeting?"

"Yes. It would be nice to have a friendly face at the company meeting."

"I wouldn't know what to do."

"Just be there for me."

"I wish you'd thought of this back in New York. I didn't pack anything for a business meeting.

"You must have something with you. I have to admit, I didn't think of having you come to the meeting until just this morning. But it would make me feel better to have you there. And you could circulate amongst the employees and tell them what a nice guy I am."

"What?"

"All right, I was kidding about the part where you tell the employees about me."

"Okay. If I don't have to talk, I'll go. If I have something appropriate to wear, that is."

"Sounds fair. And we'd better get dressed if we're going to be on time."

In the bedroom, Lizzy pulled out a pair of black slacks, a black T-shirt and her brightly colored jacket.

"Is this too casual?"

"No, you look wonderful. Gorgeous."

"So do you. I can't believe you're worried about the company meeting. You look like the picture of success. Very impressive."

"I'm glad you think so. Are you about ready? Successful businessmen are on time."

"Ready!"

Darcy smiled when he noticed the pin on her jacket. "You're wearing your wasp!"

"Yes, I wear it often, as you know. I think of it as a good luck charm."

"Well, with all of our lucky charms with us, we should have a great day!"

Darcy had called to request Aaron's services as driver again, and when they reached the lobby, he was waiting for them. In fifteen minutes, he dropped them off at the office building and promised to be there again within about five minutes of being paged.

At the offices of Mason & Astor, they were shown into Mason's office. Darcy introduced Lizzy to Mason, who apologized for Astor's lateness. Both Lizzy and Darcy declined coffee, and the three sat down near windows that looked out toward Coit Tower.

"Nice view!" said Lizzy.

"Yes, the city has many great views. Have you been to Coit Tower yet?"

"No, I haven't."

"You should go. The story is that it was built by a woman, another Lizzie, in fact. It's shaped like a fire hose and is supposed to be in honor of firefighters. I don't remember the story any more. I think Lizzie Coit liked to follow the fire engines or watch the firemen fight fires-"

"Really, Jeff, you should get a job with the tourism office."

Lizzy turned to face the newcomer. Darcy watched her as she took in Carroll Astor's perfectly tailored suit, expensive haircut (and color), and salon tan. She smiled and extended her hand as Mason began the introduction.

"Carroll, this is Darcy's fiancée, Lizzy Bennet. Lizzy, this is Carroll Astor, my partner."

"Good morning, Ms. Bennet. I didn't realize Darcy was bringing anyone with him today."

Lizzy glanced nervously at Darcy, but Mason smoothed over the moment. "Yes, well, I believe that Lizzy is trying on the role of CEO's wife today, aren't you, dearie?"

Lizzy grinned, "On the job training so to speak."

Astor shrugged. "Hmm, well, do we have all the papers?"

"Right here," said Darcy, opening his briefcase. Lizzy watched, fascinated, as the three men read through the contracts and made sure everything was as they had agreed previously. When they were satisfied, Mason called in his assistant to witness the contract. Then, he offered Lizzy a pen.

"Here you go, Lizzy. Be our second witness."

She took the pen and asked, "Shouldn't I read this?"

Darcy rolled his eyes and said, "I should never have let her rent 'Born Yesterday.' Just shut up and sign, Billie."

Lizzy giggled and signed the contract.

"Which version?" asked Barry.

"Are you kidding?" said Lizzy. "The original, of course!" While Mason, Astor, and Darcy talked business, Barry and Lizzy chatted about the problems with remakes and how disappointing they could be. They moved on to the discussion of teen adaptations of classics, but couldn't finish the conversation because it was time for the company meeting.

"Showtime!" said Mason. "I've told everyone to meet in the conference room, and they'll all be heading there about now. Barry, go keep the troops calm, but don't tell them anything."

"Ooh, secrets!" laughed Barry. "They'll all know I know something, but they won't know what it is."

"What will happen to Barry after you retire?" asked Darcy after the young man had left his boss's office. "Do you have another position for him?"

"Yes, he'll be assigned to someone else. Not quite as prestigious as working for me, but he'll be fine."

Ten minutes later, they entered the conference room. Employees milled around, many holding coffee mugs. As Darcy had predicted, faces showed varying degrees of anxiety.

Lizzy whispered to Darcy, "I'll just stand back here. Want me to hold your briefcase?"

He looked down at his hand, "Damn, I meant to leave this back in Mason's office. Thanks."

"Go get 'em!" Lizzy took the briefcase and watched Darcy stride to the podium where Mason and Astor were waiting. I can't believe he's nervous about this. It doesn't show at all. Her thoughts were interrupted by voices behind her.

"Wow! Do you think it's true, then? Are we being bought? By him?"

"Ding dong!"

"Yum! I wonder what his company policy is on sexual harassment? I'd love to be harassed by him!"

Lizzy turned to look at the three young women who were ogling Darcy.

"Oh, come on, honey," said one of them. "Don't look so surprised. Your boss is hot!"

Lizzy thought about Dr. Weston. Attractive, sure, but hot? Seeing the confusion on Lizzy's face, another of the women said, "Girl, what's wrong with you? This guy is to die for. You are so lucky! Is he married?"

Comprehending the women's mistake, Lizzy stopped thinking about Dr. Weston and whispered, "Engaged." Before she could say more, Mason began to speak.

"Good morning! As you've probably guessed, something big is going on. We rarely have meetings without some sort of advance agenda, so you all want to know what it is. Astor and I are going to retire, and we're selling the company." Murmurs washed over the room. Many faces showed increased anxiety.

"We're selling the company to Mr. Darcy, who would like to take a moment to tell you about his plans."

Darcy stepped forward. He glanced at Lizzy before he began to speak. She smiled and he took a deep breath. "Good morning. Thank you for coming to this meeting. I know that the question on everyone's mind is 'What's next?' And I can tell you..."

Lizzy heard one of the voices behind her say, "No, that's not the question on my mind. I'm thinking 'Your office or mine?'" Her companions shushed her. Lizzy tried to stifle a smile.

From her vantage point at the back of the room, Lizzy could observe body language. As Darcy spoke about his commitment to keeping the company pretty much as-is, she could see postures relax slightly as people felt more confident about their futures. When he finished speaking, there was polite applause. Then Mason announced that coffee and snacks would be brought in, and he encouraged people to mingle for a while.

"Too bad he intends to be so hands-off about us," said one of the women.

"He could be hands-on with me any time!" declared another. Then she turned to Lizzy and asked, "So what's your boss like?"

Lizzy couldn't resist. "My boss is very nice. He's a fairly attractive middle-aged scientist. Your new boss is my fiancé. And he's very nice, too."

"Oh my God! I am so sorry! I know we shouldn't have talked like that, but-"

"It's all right, really it is," answered Lizzy. "I'm not offended. And I promise not to tell Will what you said. He would find it embarrassing to find out that employees think he's hot."

"Oh, come on, like he doesn't know?"

"He tends to take his looks for granted." Lizzy paused and grinned at the women. Then she continued, "But I don't. Good luck. With your jobs that is. I do not wish you luck with Mr. Darcy!" And she turned to walk toward Darcy.

"Good speech, Will!"

"Thanks, Love. I see you were chatting with some of my new employees?"

"Yes. They're very nice and quite friendly."

"Good. Would you like some coffee? Some cake?"

"Um," she held up the briefcase and raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, sorry. Let me put that by the podium." Darcy took his briefcase and slipped it into the recess of the podium. Once it seemed that most of the employees had their coffee, he and Lizzy made their way to the refreshment table. Several people stepped aside to let them serve themselves first, but Darcy stopped them.

"No, no, go ahead, we'll wait." And while they waited to get coffee, they chatted with the people nearby. When Darcy introduced Lizzy as his fiancé, she noticed several envious glances. She just smiled and held his hand. Meanwhile, Darcy was amazed at how just having her in the room had boosted his confidence. He still didn't like addressing newly acquired employees, but it had been less painful than he had expected.

Gradually, people began to drift out of the conference room and back to their jobs. As the last few were leaving, Darcy said goodbye to Mason and Astor, then retrieved his briefcase.

Darcy paged Aaron, and soon they were being driven to their next destination. In the back seat of the car, Lizzy told Darcy that several people had thought she was his secretary.

"It makes sense, really," she said. "You handed me your briefcase and walked to the front of the room. It was the logical conclusion. I don't mind. Um, did you notice the women I was talking to?"

"Not really."

"You wouldn't recognize them again?"

"No, why?"

"Well, I said I wouldn't repeat what they said, but I just have to tell you. They thought you were my boss. They think you're hot."

Darcy groaned.

"See? Not all the employees are afraid of you. These were definitely not afraid. Although I think you got a bit less hot when they found out you're engaged."

"Great. You know that old adage about how you can get rid of nerves by imagining your audience is naked or in their underwear? If I thought anyone out there was assessing by hotness-is that a word? Anyway, if I knew they were thinking things like that, well, instead of imagining the audience naked, I'd be imaging that I was the one standing there naked. Intimidating."

"William Darcy! Have you no idea how handsome you are?"

Jane sighed and snuggled closer to Charles.

"Feeling better now?" he asked.

"Yes, much better. I'm sorry I lost it like that."

"I'm sorry that you didn't tell me. Jane, please, if anything is bothering you, I want to help. I know I can't pick out bridesmaid dresses, but there must be some things I can do to help you."

"It isn't that I don't think you can help. It's just that so much of the wedding decisions are girlie things-dresses, shoes, flowers. Thank you for the flowers, by the way. I love daisies."

"They just looked cheerful to me. Maybe it's the yellow centers, but I can sort of see happy faces in them."

Jane laughed, "Don't say that to Lizzy. She hates smiley faces. It's part of her 'Don't tell me what kind of a day to have!' attitude. Do not ever take my sister to Walmart. She grumbles to herself the entire time."

"You two are so different in some ways. I'm fond of Lizzy, but I don't think I could live with her temper. You're much calmer. I hope it's genuine calm, not suppressed rage."

"No, I'm not suppressing anything. I just have a happy nature. Lizzy is more cynical than I am. But we've always complemented each other well. She sees the dark side, I see the light. Somewhere in between is reality."

"Half full meets half empty?"

"Yes, exactly."

"Hmm, that's interesting. We're both half full types. And I think Will and Lizzy are both half empty types. What happened to opposites attract?"

"I don't know. Perhaps being members of the opposite sex is opposite enough?"

"Works for me," laughed Charles.

Aaron dropped off his passengers at the Exploratorium, San Francisco's famous science museum.. As he pulled away, he waved and called, "Have fun!"

Once inside, Darcy looked around and shook his head. "I don't believe this place. It's like a giant science fair.'

"Better. It's all hands-on. You can play with these experiments. Let's start with sound and light. Come on!" Lizzy took Darcy by the hand and walked him through the exhibits. They laughed at the optical illusions, especially the room with the sloped floor. Anyone standing in the part of the room where the floor sloped up close to the ceiling looked tall. Anyone standing where the floor was farther from the ceiling looked shorter.

"The illusion works because of the way we see and interpret perspective. Let's try this one. You sit on one side of the window and I sit on the other." Darcy did as he was told, and Lizzy asked him, "What do you see?"

"I see you."

"Right, now watch what happens as I change the lighting."

"Hey! Now I see me."

"Right. Which side has more light determines whether you see through the glass or see your reflection in the glass."

"Does this apply to all two-way mirrors?"

"Yes."

"So, on those cop shows, if they turned out the light in the interrogation room and turned up the light in the hallway outside, the perp could see out instead of seeing his reflection?"

"Uh-huh."

"This is fascinating! What else is there?"

"Hmm, let's try some sound things. Oh! This booth looks good, come in here."

They squeezed into an oversized phone booth. Lizzy glanced at the directions and pressed a button to make the device in front of her emit a tone. She released that button, pressed another one, and began to turn a dial, adjusting the pitch of the tone. She closed her eyes and turned the dial very slowly.

"Okay!" She released the button, and read the number on the screen. "Four-thirty-nine! Almost!"

"Almost what?"

"The idea is to listen to the first tone, hold it in your head, then adjust the second tone-generator until you get it to that same tone. The first one was 440 hertz-cycles per second-and I set the second one at 439."

"That's amazing! Do you have perfect pitch?"

"No, years of piano lessons and being in the choir at school. Musicians tune to A, which is 440 hertz, so this was probably the easiest tone for me to do. You try it."

Darcy listened to the tone, but lost it and quit while he was still way off. "Not even close."

"You have to hold the note in your head. Kind of hum it mentally. Try again."

Darcy gave it another shot, and came out with 425.

"Not bad. You're flat, but still closer to A than G."

"What's G?"

"I don't remember. A bit below 400, I think. Now, the next thing is fabulous."

Darcy stood facing a curved object while Lizzy walked several yards behind him and stood facing a similar curved surface.

"Can you hear me?" she whispered.

"Yes!" He looked over his shoulder and grinned at her. Turning back to the curved surface he said, "I know this one! This is a whispering gallery. There's one in St. Paul's in London, and the Capitol um, I think it's the old Senate Chamber, has one, too."

"Very good, Will! Top of the class!"

"This is fun, but I prefer talking to you up close." He closed the distance between them and took Lizzy's hand. They walked out of the museum and into a lovely park. As Lizzy led him to a domed pavilion, Darcy said, "Did you know that there's a whispering gallery in Grand Central Station?"

"No, I didn't! Where?"

"Downstairs, I think it's by the Oyster Bar. I hope they didn't destroy it in the restoration. Mom used to take me down there whenever we took a train out to the island. Richard and I thought it was incredibly cool. We would pretend we were spies sending secret messages."

Lizzy stopped walking and stared up at Darcy.

"What?"

"You. You're fascinating. In just one day I've seen the passionate lover, the concerned friend, the corporate executive, and now a very tall ten-year-old."

"You make me sound like a multiple personality! Do you have a favorite?"

"Wellll, I am partial to the passionate lover. But all these pieces of you add up to one amazing man. Come, stand in the center of the dome with me and be quiet." She smiled up and him and whispered, saying only the last word loudly, "You are an amazing man who is really HOT!"

Darcy's eyes widened as he heard lots of little Lizzy voices saying "hot hot hot hot hot hot hot."

"What?" he exclaimed, only to hear little Darcy voices say "what what what what what what what."

Lizzy pointed to the ceiling of the dome. "See all those curves?" she whispered. He nodded, and she added, "Reflectors. Like the whispering gallery. Clap your hands. Just one, good clap."

Darcy did as he was told and they heard lots of little claps, which sounded like a shower of pebbles hitting a sidewalk.

Laughing, they left the dome. Darcy squeezed Lizzy's hand and said, "Well, now let me think about all the pieces of you. Passionate lover, concerned sister, Executive-wife-in-training, musician, physicist."

"I don't know about those last two."

"Oh, Lizzy, you were almost perfect on that pitch thing, and you explained all that physics to me. That's impressive."

"I don't know why physics impresses people. It's like playing! Well, until you get to the math part. I guess that's what intimidates people. So many people are math phobes. And it's too bad, because many physics principles can be understood with a minimum of math. Although I hate to say it, it is cool when the math comes out right."

"But you weren't a physics major?"

"No, bio. But I had to take a bunch of chem and physics courses, too. The version we bio majors took didn't get into calculus, so it wasn't too hard. I thought it was fun. A lot of my classmates hated it. But it's the basic science, you know? Look!" She bent down and picked up a pebble from the path. "What happens if I let go of this?"

"It falls down."

"Yes! Physics! See? Physics is everywhere! It's why we stick to Earth and don't fly off into space, it's why the grip thing on the cable car works, it's why your corporate jet flies. It's ... something I get carried away about. Sorry."

"Don't be. Your enthusiasm is charming. But I'm getting hungry. Why don't we find somewhere for lunch? Jeff Mason suggested a micro in a shopping mall near Ghiradelli. Then after lunch, I want to go back to the hotel and catch up on some work things. You could stay down along the Embarcadero and finish your souvenir shopping. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great!"

Charles wadded up his napkin and tossed it into the bag. He leaned back on the park bench and watched Jane finish her bottle of iced tea.

"You do pack a good picnic, Jane. That was delicious. I wish you didn't have to go to work this afternoon."

"Oh, Charles, don't worry. I'm feeling much better. And you have to work on your column. I mean, they do expect to see you in the office once in a while, don't they?"

"I suppose. And don't tell me not to worry. I do worry about you. I want you to enjoy planning our wedding. I want you to enjoy the wedding. You're only going to do this once, you know."

"I certainly hope so! Once is enough!" She sighed and added, "And once is all I need. It will be all right. It's just that Lizzy has been here for most of the craziness. Even though she's living at Will's, I still see her at work. I didn't realize how much support she has been for me."

"Well, now it's my turn to be your one-man support group. Move in with me, Jane. I doubt your mother will be scandalized. After all, it's only a few months until the wedding. And that way Chris and Georgie can have your apartment a little earlier. Everyone comes out a winner." He grinned, "I know I come out a winner with you!"

"It would be nice not to do the your-place-or-mine thing."

"I miss you the nights you don't stay with me. Come on, Jane. I promise to look at samples of tablecloths, pictures of flower arrangements, diagrams of folded napkins, seating charts, whatever you need me to do.

"Will you help me pack?"

"This afternoon?"

"No! This afternoon, we have to work. This weekend? I'll do some preliminary work on Saturday, and then Sunday we can move my stuff."

"Really? You mean it? Oh, Jane, that's wonderful!"

Georgie looked at the stack of boxes near the door of Chris's apartment.

"Not bad for an afternoon's work."

"You're a marvel of organization, Honey. I am very impressed. But you know what they say about all work..."

"No, Chris, what do they say?"

"All play is a lot more fun than all work."

"I don't think that's quite how the saying goes."

"Close enough." Chris grabbed Georgie around the waist and fell onto the sofa, pulling her into his lap. "Mmm, nice."

"Mmmm," she replied. Then they were interrupted by the sound of her cell phone.

"Don't answer it," said Chris.

"Got to." Georgie reached for her bag and fished out her cell.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Georgie, it's Mary Bennet."

"Mary, how are you?"

"Living in hell. The war of the bridesmaid dresses is on, and it's getting ugly. Dad and I are thinking of running away. Wanna come along?"

"What? Where?"

"He wants to visit a colleague in Virginia, and you're invited."

"Ooh, where in Virginia?"

"New Market. It's in the Shenandoah-"

"I know."

"Right, of course you would know that."

"Are you sure about this? I wouldn't want to interfere with a father-daughter road trip."

"No problem. You're the daughter he never had."

"Mary, he has four daughters, you included."

"Yeah, but you're into history. The rest of us are outsiders. Jane majored in English, Lizzy in bio, me in math, and Lydia doesn't need to study because she's going to take Broadway by storm. You're his last hope for an attentive audience in the family."

"Well, I'd hate to disappoint him, then."

"Great! He's checking on possible dates. Any days in the next couple of weeks particularly bad for you?"

"No, whenever you want to go, I'll arrange it. Thanks so much for including me!"

"It'll be fun. I'll let you know how our plans progress. See you!"

"Bye, Mary." Georgie ended the call and turned to Chris and shrieked, "Omigod! I'm going to Virginia with Tom Bennet! This is amazing,! Oh, I'll have to read up on New Market. Ooh-"

"You and Tom Bennet are going to Virginia together? That sounds, what's the expression you use? Pervy?"

"Chris! It isn't like that at all! Tom is taking Mary and me. I like Mary, and it would be fun for that reason, but the big thing here is, we're going to a Civil War battlefield and I'm getting a tour with an expert."

"Sounds like fun. Well, fun in an academic sort of way."

"What would you say if someone offered you a tour of the facilities at Giants Stadium, and your tour would be led by the team physician?"

"Point taken. I'm sure you'll have fun. Speaking of fun, I believe we were interrupted having a little fun of our own."

Lizzy unlocked the door to the suite. She was about to call out "hello" when she heard Darcy's voice on the phone. He turned when he heard the door and smiled at her when she entered the room. She grinned at him and held up shopping bags. He rolled his eyes in response.

Lizzy carried the bag into the bedroom and pulled out an ivory silk nightgown and matching robe. She turned to put it into her suitcase.

"What's that? Sneaking your purchases home?"

"Will! You startled me!

"So, what was that."

"Nothing."

"No, if it were nothing it would be invisible."

"It's a nightgown. There was a shop that had beautiful silk things, and I couldn't resist."

"Sounds nice. Why do you have to hide it?"

"I'm, uh, saving it."

"For whom?"

"You, of course! I meant that I'm putting it away for, uh..."

"Are you blushing?"

Lizzy looked down and said softly, "It's for our honeymoon. It just looked like the perfect bride's negligee, and, well, I know it won't be our first time, but I wanted something special. I know it's kind of old-fashioned to buy something like that."

"Not at all. I'm sure you'll look lovely in it. And, since I've promised to be patient, I won't even ask how long until I get to see it."

"Thank you."

"And what else did you buy?"

"Some silly tchotchkes, a tin cup for Dad that says 'Alcatraz' on it. You know, a prisoner's cup. He'll put it on his desk at work. I bought Chris a T-shirt that says 'Alcatraz swim club' and stuff like that. Aaron was kind enough to drive around the block a few times while I ran in the Cathedral and bought a cookbook."

"A cookbook from a church?"

"Yes. It's one of those fund-raiser cookbooks where women in the congregation contribute recipes. I noticed it the day we went in there, but didn't stop to buy one. That's for Mom, she collects all sorts of cookbooks. Oh, and I bought a hand-painted silk scarf. See?"

Darcy looked at the scarf, a marbled pink design. Something about it didn't seem right.

"Don't you like it?"

"It's pretty, but you don't wear light pink."

"Pastel, Will. And it isn't for me. It's for Jane. I wanted to get her something extra-special as a cheer-up gift."

"Ah, I see. Yes, that is a Jane sort of color."

"And one other thing. For you." She held out a tie. Darcy laughed when he saw it.

"Cable cars! How appropriate. I'll wear it tonight."

"It wasn't my first choice, but I didn't see what I wanted."

"What were you looking for?"

"Well, you see how the cable cars are a repeating motif? Well, I wanted a tie that says 'hot hot hot hot' all over it."

"I think I'm glad you settled for the cable cars. I think I'll take a shower. I'm so hot I need to cool off. Care to join me?"

When Charles and Jane returned to her apartment after dinner, they noticed that the answering machine was blinking. Jane hit the button and made a face when she heard the message.

Hi there, Lizzy! How are you? Collins here, just thought I'd say hello. I'm at the Hilton if you get back from your date early."

"Euww!" squealed Jane. "I thought Mom told him Lizzy's engaged!"

"Who was that?" asked Charles.

"Dr. Collins. Do you remember him from Christmastime?"

"Oh, the deadly dentist. A friend of a friend of your mother's?"

"Son of a friend of my mother's. You should have seen the nightie he sent Lizzy for Christmas."

"That's a very personal gift for so little acquaintance. What nerve!"

"It was very short, very sheer, and very tacky. I think Lizzy left it here when she moved out. I think I'll leave it here for Georgie."

"You have it here? Does it have that fluffy feather stuff on it?"

"Charles! I am not going to model that ugly thing. Forget it."

"Aww, Janie."

"No way! I'm not sure if Georgie and Chris were planning to be here tonight. They've been moving a lot of Chris's stuff here, and the last thing I need is to have them walk in while I'm parading around in next to nothing."

"Okay, then let's go to my place. You can parade around all you like there."

"I am so sorry I brought up the subject of that nightie."

Before Charles could answer, they heard the door open.

"Hello? Anybody home?"

"Hi, Chris, just us," answered Jane.

"Oh," said Georgie, "I hope we aren't disturbing you. We rented a movie and since Chris's TV is tiny, we decided to watch here. But we can-"

"No, no problem. Don't go. What did you rent?"

"A couple of Hitchcock's," said Chris. "We watched the restored 'Vertigo' last week and decided to check out a few more. Tonight it's 'Rear Window.'"

"I haven't seen that in ages!" said Charles. "Do you want to watch it, Jane?"

"Sure, unless you two want to be alone? Don't be afraid to chase us out. We were planning to go to Charles's place anyway."

"Stay and watch." said Chris. "Then after the movie, we'll chase you out."

"Great! I wonder if there's any popcorn?"

"Charles! We just ate."

"I know, Jane, but you have to have popcorn with a movie. Especially for a suspense movie. I'll go check in the kitchen."

"Charles!" called Chris as he held up a package. "Catch!"

Charles turned and snagged the package of microwave popcorn in mid air. "You are prepared for all contingencies, aren't you?"

"Boy scout motto, you know! Always prepared." Chris nudged Georgie, who giggled and blushed. Charles, already headed for the microwave missed this action, but Jane noticed and smiled.

"There's a song about that," said Jane.

Chris grinned at her, "The Tom Lehrer? You know that one?"

"Oh yes, Dad had his records, and Lizzy found that some of them are now on CD. Dad was thrilled when she got him those. I don't remember that particular song very well, except for the ending. Something about 'and if you meet a girl scout...' that's not exactly the line, but then it goes-"

Chris joined in and they sang,

"Don't be scared-be prepared!"

They laughed and then Chris said, "My father played that song for me a lot. It was his version of the father-son chat."

Darcy and Lizzy took a taxi to the restaurant. Lizzy complained mildly that it wasn't somewhere they could go on the cable cars, but when they arrived, she stopped complaining. Nestled on the side of Telegraph Hill, the restaurant had a view of the Bay Bridge. And above the restaurant, she could see Coit Tower, bathed in lights.

"So, Lizzy, did you visit your tower?"

Laughing, she turned to see the Masons approaching.

"No, didn't get there. Next trip, I guess. Good evening."

"Hello, Lizzy, Darcy. May I present my wife, Cynthia? Cyn, meet Will Darcy and his fiancée, Lizzy Bennet."

After greetings were exchanged, the foursome entered the restaurant. The Astors had not yet arrived, but Mason suggested they go to their table anyway. As they were seated, he explained.

"Angelica likes to make an entrance. You'll see. By the way, Darcy, you caused quite a stir this morning. Several women are considering asking for transfers to New York." Seeing Darcy's pained expression, he apologized, "Sorry, I couldn't resist. But it's true. One woman declared she was going to put in for a transfer to your office. She didn't care what the job was, either. But then one of the women who met Lizzy explained that you're engaged. There was great disappointment in the ranks when that got around."

"Jeff!" exclaimed his wife.

"Sorry."

"It's all right," said Darcy. "Lizzy had quite a story to tell me after we left this morning."

"Oh? Do tell!"

"Well, you see, Mr. Mason-"

"Jeff."

"Jeff. A few of your female employees thought I was Will's secretary, since I stood at the back holding his briefcase. They said I was lucky to have such a handsome boss." She paused and smiled at Darcy, who smiled in return at her slight editing of the comment. "Then I told them who I really am. They were mortified, of course. I tried to tell them it was all right. I wasn't offended. I hope they believed that."

"Actually, I heard the story from the women involved. They said you were very gracious, and as much as they wanted to hate you on principle for taking this fellow out of circulation, they couldn't because you were so nice."

Hearing this, Darcy smiled proudly at Lizzy, "Those women got it wrong. If anyone is lucky, I am."

Cynthia Mason caught her husband's eye for just a moment and could see that they agreed-here was a couple in love. What a contrast! thought Cynthia as the third couple approached the table. Darcy and Mason stood up. Lizzy tried hard not to stare. She glanced at Cynthia and saw a flicker of a smile.

"Good evening," boomed Astor, drawing the attention of people at nearby tables. "Sorry we're late. Angelica took forever getting ready. Women, whaddaya gonna do?" He grinned conspiratorially at Darcy.

"Ooh, sweetiehoney, we forgot to check this," Angelica removed her glittery silk wrap and handed it to her husband. Lizzy almost gasped aloud. The tiny red lycra dress clung to every curve of the tanned, well toned, obviously augmented body. The rock on her left hand made Lizzy wonder how she stood up without leaning to one side. More diamonds around her neck and wrist completed the ensemble. She smiled down at everyone as her husband trotted off dutifully to check her wrap. Then she excused herself to go to the ladies' room.

Lizzy looked at Cynthia, who smiled back like the Cheshire cat. Mason chuckled softly and said, "Well, I said that you'd see, didn't I Darcy?"

"Uh, yes, yes you did."

All four sat in silence for a moment, thinking Trophy wife. Astor reached to the table just as his wife returned. He held her chair and she looked up, batting her false eyelashes at him. Lizzy couldn't help thinking about the contrast between the wives of the two partners. Cynthia, in a blue silk suit looked classy. Angelica looked, well, Lizzy was still trying to find the words.

Darcy tried not to look at Angelica because it would be hard not to stare. And he couldn't look at Lizzy because he was afraid one or both of them would get a fit of the giggles. He just sat there and thanked God that he was seated between Cynthia and Lizzy. At least Angelica was across the table, and the centerpiece helped to block his view partially.

"Where's the waiter?" asked Astor, noticing that the other couples had drinks already. The waiter, who would have had to be deaf to miss the question, hustled over to the table.

"Would you like to order a drink, sir?"

"Martinis. Rocks for her, straight up for me."

"Very good, sir."

They were silent as they looked over the menus. The Astors' drinks were served, and Mason proposed a toast, "To Darcy, whose purchase is going to make our retirement dreams come true."

Darcy smiled and nodded, "Thank you. And may I propose a toast to Mason & Astor, a company well worth buying."

Lizzy turned to Astor and asked, "What are your plans for your retirement?"

"I intend to play golf as much as possible."

"And the boat! Don't forget the boat!" chirped Angelica.

"Right. We're buying a boat and cruising our way down to Mexico."

"I saw a lovely big yacht," said Angelica, "But it would need a crew, and we want our privacy, I mean, I don't want some deckhand wandering by while I'm sunbathing, you know? So Carroll talked me into something he could drive by himself."

"That's right, Pet. I'll have you all to myself." The saccharine looks they exchanged made Lizzy want to call the waiter over for an order of insulin.

"Have you ever had a hankering for a boat, Darcy?" asked Mason.

"Actually, my family have a sailboat."

"Too much work!" grumbled Astor.

"Yes, it takes more than one person to handle our boat. My cousin and I used to take her out together. We haven't had as much time to sail as we like, but he had her checked out and she's back in the water. If we have time this weekend, I hope we can go out for a sail, give Lizzy her first lesson."

"What's the boat's name?" asked Cynthia.

"Fitz's Fancy. That was the name of my grandfather's boat, and all subsequent boats have had that name. Serious boats, that is. The little sailboats Richard and I had as kids never had names."

"Why is that, Will?" asked Lizzy. "Couldn't you agree on a name?"

"Oh we could agree. But we had a new name every month, depending on the adventure fantasy of the moment. For a while, we called our boat the Bounty and took turns yelling 'Mutiny!' and pushing each other overboard."

"A boat is a kind of a fantasy, isn't it?" said Angelica. "I have this fantasy of taking the boat out and finding a secluded cove where it's just us and we can do whatever we want."

Fortunately, the waiter appeared and took their order. The men ordered steaks, Lizzy ordered shrimp scampi, and Cynthia ordered chicken crepes.

Angelica ordered a salad, no dressing, and steamed salmon. "I'm very particular about what I eat."

Or don't eat. thought Lizzy. Aloud she said, "I'm on the 'tomorrow diet.' You know, I'll diet tomorrow."

Cynthia laughed, "I know what you mean. And why not let go a bit, especially when you're traveling and eating out? I do hope you've been to Ghiradelli's."

"The very first day!" replied Lizzy. "And I had dim sum in Chinatown. Have you ever taken a tour? While Will was meeting with Jeff and Carroll, I was walking my feet off in Chinatown."

"Sounds like fun," said Mason. "You know, Cyn, that's something we should do-be tourists in our own town. People never go to the attractions in their own back yard. For example, Lizzy, when's the last time you were in the Statue of Liberty?"

"I'm ashamed to admit it, but it must be at least fifteen years ago. It was just after the restoration. You do tend to take local attractions for granted. Will, did you do the sights when you lived in Boston?"

"When we first moved there, I took Georgie all over the place. Then we, uh, got complacent and didn't go again."

Realizing that Darcy was thinking about his last year in Boston, Lizzy covered the silence. "Georgie is Will's younger sister. She just graduated from Columbia last month and starts law school in the fall." Under the table, she found Darcy's hand and gave it a little squeeze. He squeezed back.

"Sounds like a smart girl," said Mason.

"Yes, she is. I have three sisters," said Lizzy, "and I'm delighted to be getting a fourth sister."

The waiter arrived with their food, and conversation was limited to comments about how good everything was. The portions were generous, and Lizzy gave Darcy some of her shrimp and accepted a bite of his steak. Astor and Mason finished their steaks, and Cynthia ate most of her crepes.

Angelica finished her salad, but left about half of her fish. She looked at her watch and said, "I hate to be a party pooper, but I was at the gym at 6 this morning, and I'm all tuckered out." She turned to Astor, "Sweetiehoney, can we go home now?"

"Of course, Pet. I'll get your wrap. Goodnight, everyone."

"Bye!" trilled Angelica as she tottered along in her stiletto heels. The heels caused her walk to have a great deal of motion, and Darcy finally allowed himself a good look.

"And I thought only crustaceans had eyes on stalks," murmured Lizzy.

"Sorry, Love."

She laughed, "You're forgiven. Wow."

"I know what you mean," said Cynthia. "She's quite something. And yes, they're fake."

Lizzy turned to her and deadpanned, "I assumed so. It's hard to get your own nails to grow like that."

Mason roared with laughter and then looked guiltily at the door to make sure his partner had, in fact, left the restaurant. Fortunately, he had.

Soon, all four were laughing hysterically. The waiter appeared to ask if they wanted dessert. Lizzy looked conspiratorially at Cynthia and asked which dessert had the most calories. They settled on a large brownie-hot-fudge-sundae and four spoons. Over the shared dessert, Darcy asked about the Astors.

How long have they been married?"

Mason answered, "About five years. Yes, she was the antidote to his mid-life crisis. Yes, he dumped a very nice woman. Fortunately, their son and daughter were grown by that time."

"Angelica was a model," added Cynthia. "When she met Carroll, she heard the name Astor and assumed he was one of the Astors. She found ways to put herself in his path, and she made him feel young. That seems to be enough for him. And she willingly gave up her career to become Mrs. Astor. I don't think she has quite figured out that his supply of money is not infinite."

"I saw the boat brochure on his desk. Those are expensive boats."

"Nothing to the yacht she wanted. I think he maneuvered her very well with the idea of privacy."

"I would kill Dad if he dumped Mom for a trophy wife," said Lizzy. "My mother can be a pain sometimes, but if he humiliated her like that, I'd never forgive him."

"Good for you!" said Cynthia. "My daughter would say the same thing."

Mason smiled, "Not to worry, Cyn. I survived my mid-life crisis without a trophy wife or a flashy boat."

"No, just a car." She sighed, "I guess it could have been worse."

"What sort of car?" asked Darcy.

"Classic Austin Healey, 1956. Red with red leather interior. Aluminum engine, would go like the wind if it weren't for the CHiPs."

"Chips?" asked Darcy.

"Yes, California Highway Patrol."

"There really are CHiPs? Like Ponch and Jon?" giggled Lizzy.

"You bet there are. And they know all about radar and writing tickets. So when I take out the Red Menace-that's Cynthia's name for it, but the way-I behave myself."

"Do you ride in the Menace?" Lizzy asked Cynthia.

"Yes. I have to admit, it's a great car for the Pacific Coast Highway. Wind in my hair and all that. And I figure it could be worse. He could have bought a motorcycle."

"What's wrong with a bike?" asked Mason.

"Not at your age, Dear," replied his wife.

Darcy looked at his watch and said, "This has been a fascinating evening, but Lizzy and I have to fly out early tomorrow, so I think we'd best be going. Thank you for dinner, I appreciate it. My transition team will be handling things from now on, but I may come out again to check on them. I hope we can get together if you're in town."

"I'd like that," said Mason.

"Will says you want to travel. If you come to New York, call us. We can go to the Statue of Liberty and do the tourist stuff together."

Cynthia smiled, "Thank you, Lizzy. If we get to New York, we will call. It was a pleasure to meet you. Best wishes on your upcoming marriage. If I may be impertinent, let me say that I think you two have what it takes. You'll still be finishing each other's sentences long after Angelica has dumped Astor for someone with a bigger boat."

Mason grinned at his wife, "Ah, the Cynthia Mason seal of approval. You have just been given permission to live happily ever after."

"We intend to," replied Darcy. "Good night, hope to see you again soon."

When they got back to the hotel, Lizzy started to pack. Darcy walked up behind her and said, "Can't you finish that-"

"-tomorrow morning?"

"Since when do you finish my-"

"-sentences?"

"Lizzy!"

"Sorry. Cynthia said something about finishing sentences, and I wondered what it would be like if we did that."

"I'm sure we'll reach that stage."

"Just see to it that you don't reach the middle-aged crazy stage."

"Oh, please! Shoot me if I go hunting for a trophy wife."

"I will, you can bet on it. Of course, we do know a candidate, should you ever get the urge."

"Who?

"Caroline."

"I guess. She is a money-hungry suck-up. I don't think she has been retrofitted, though."

"Retrofitted?"

"Yes, it's an industry term for changing a car or other machine by adding a device not installed at the factory."

"Ah." Lizzy was silent for a moment. She looked at the mirror over the dresser and stared at the couple she saw there.

"What is it, Love?"

"Just, um, I-Will, do men really find that sort of woman attractive?"

"Are you asking in general, or are you asking about me?"

"Um, you?"

"No! I like your body the way it is. I like the fact that you are comfortable with yourself, your real self. Don't even think about it! Lizzy! For crying out loud! She looked like she had grapefruits stuffed in her dress. And they must feel, I don't know, not natural."

"I'm sure she's used to them by now-that is what you mean by feel, isn't it?"

"Sure. I was thinking about how she keeps her balance, not falling over, like that."

"Uh-huh."

"Lizzy! Come here." He took her hand and they sat down on the bed. "Now, I want you to listen to me. You have a pretty face and a good body. I think I've demonstrated my appreciation of your physical appeal adequately over the past few months. You have a smile that makes my heart skip a beat and the most expressive eyes I've ever seen. But you know what gets me about you? YOU!"

"Will Darcy, don't you dare say that I have a nice personality."

"I know! Blind date code word for loser. But it shouldn't be. Personality matters in a relationship. Sense of humor matters. Intelligence matters. Come on, be honest. How much of anyone's life is spent making love? I think we do pretty well, but we spend more time out of the bed than in it. Astor gets a kick out of showing off his young babe and thinking that men envy him. He wants to say 'look what I've got, doesn't she look great?' You know when I wanted to say "look what I've got, isn't she great?' This morning. I saw you talking with those women, and I thought of how smart you are and how good you are at relating to people. How you took the time to chat with people you may never see again, people who can't advance your position in life. A Caroline or an Angelica wouldn't mingle with mere employees. A woman like that would be hanging on my arm the whole time, looking bored.

"I'm not good with strangers. You got a taste of that the night we met. You must have thought me the rudest man on the planet. And later that night, I watched you with the kids. I completely misread how you dealt with them. I took your casual, friendly relationship with them to mean lack of authority. I even asked Frank Weston if you weren't too young to be responsible for them."

"I know."

"He told you?"

"No. I happened to overhear you."

"Oh, Lizzy! I'm so sorry you heard that. No, wait. I mean I'm sorry that I said it at all, but I'm extra sorry that you heard me. Thank you for giving me a chance, Lizzy. I didn't deserve it, not after the beginning we had."

"Shh, Will. We didn't get off to a good start, but just think of all the progress we've made. Today was the first time I've been part of your work life. It was nice. I felt like I was helping in some tiny way."

"Not tiny. Huge. Just having you there made me feel more confident. Tonight felt, hmm, almost, well, almost married. Like we were three couples out to dinner. Not like a triple date. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, I do. It felt good." Lizzy looked at Darcy and grinned, "Well, except for you sitting directly across from Silicone Valley. That part I could have done without."

"Silicone valley? It wasn't the valley so much as-"

"William Darcy! I will stop your mouth!" And she did.

June 8

Yawning, Lizzy flopped into a seat on the plane and fastened her seat belt.

Darcy smiled, "Poor baby, soooo sleepy. Once we're airborne you can go back to the alcove and take a nap."

"I might do that. You're way too cheerful in the morning."

The plane taxied to the runway and soon they were in the air. Lizzy looked out the window, trying to get a last glimpse of the city.

"I had fun, Will. It's a great city. Too bad we didn't get to see Peter. Oh, speaking of Peter, remind me to ask Mary if she wants to invite him out for our party."

"Or for Jane's wedding. Maybe he'll come out for the party and stay for the wedding. Did he say if he has a summer job?"

"I think he works in his father's company, so I'd guess he could arrange something. I'll ask Mary." She yawned.

"Please go get some sleep. If you keep yawning, I'll be doing it, too."

"Mmm, sleep, good idea."

Lizzy moved to the alcove and stretched out on the bed. Doris opened a cupboard and pulled out a blanket. Darcy smiled and took it from her. He walked to the alcove and stopped himself from saying anything. Lizzy was already asleep. He tucked the blanket around her and returned to his seat. Doris was waiting with a cup of coffee for him.

"Thanks. It was a good trip, but I'm tired. I think I'll read for a while."

"Very good, Mr. D. I'll be up in the cockpit if you need anything."

After a half hour, Doris returned to the cabin and asked Darcy if he wanted more coffee. He declined, and she asked him to step to the cockpit and talk to Tom.

"What's up, Tom?"

"We are."

"No jokes, it's too early in the morning!"

"Sorry. I know you want to get home as early as possible, but I'm not happy with one of the gauges, and I'd like to set down and have it looked at. I've radioed ahead and the general aviation services at McCarran can take us. We can probably make it home with things as they are, but I'd feel better if we had it checked out ASAP. I don't know how long it will take to fix it."

"Do what you have to do, Tom. Safety first. I'll go wake Lizzy. How soon will we land?"

"Fifteen minutes."

"Right." Darcy walked back to the sleeping alcove. "Lizzy? You have to get up. We're landing in fifteen minutes."

"Hmmm? Home already?"

"No, Love, a little problem with the plane. Nothing to be frightened about. But Tom wants to check it out."

They settled into seats and fastened their seat belts.

Darcy looked out the window and said, "Look, you can see the city."

"I can't believe we're landing here."

"I don't know how long things will take, but if it's more than an hour, we can go into town and take a look around, maybe find something to do." Darcy grinned and added, "You know, we might want to come back here."

Jane surveyed the piles of clothing on her bed. One pile was definitely being moved to Charles's apartment, one pile was definitely being discarded, and a third pile contained the maybes. She and Georgie were debating the merits of a green silk dress when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Jane! How are you feeling?"

"Oh, much better, Lizzy. You can't be home already!"

"No, we had a minor equipment problem, and it's being fixed as we speak. I'll be late getting back, and I can't reach Anne or Richard. They're probably driving out to the island about now. Could you keep trying and let them know we'll be late? We'll land out there instead of Teterboro, so that should help a bit with the timing."

"Sure, Lizzy, no problem. By the way, where are you?"

"Oh, Jane, you'll never guess!"

"Now, wasn't that a good stop?" asked Will. "It's too bad we have to get back to plan the party. We could have stayed the night. Dashing into town and back again isn't as romantic as staying."

"I'm not sure it's all that romantic here."

"Lizzy! Are you kidding? Love is in the air." He leaned over and kissed her.

"All bucked in?" came a voice from the cockpit.

"Yes, Tom!" called Darcy.

As the plane took off and soared above the desert, Lizzy said, "Will, did the plane really have a problem, or did you cook this up as an excuse to land for an hour?"

Jane and Georgie were sorting kitchen gadgets, packing some of Jane's things to be taken to Charles's apartment and unpacking the few bits of kitchenware that Chris had amassed in his stay at his apartment.

"Charles has all the little electric stuff-blender, toaster, so I'll leave these here. The mixer is going with me. You don't need such a big one, you can pick up something small, just enough to handle mashed potatoes or a cake mix."

"Oh, I don't need a mixer. About the only cake I make is the one you mix in the plastic bag."

"I love that coffee cake! It was the first cake Lizzy and I ever made. You know what's good, try it with slices of fresh peach."

"Mmm, sounds good. Want me to try Anne again?"

"Oh, yes, thanks."

Georgie tried to reach Anne's cell, but got only voice mail. Frowning, she tried Richard's number. While it was ringing, there was a knock at the door. Jane left Georgie in the kitchen and ran to the door.

"Charlotte! How are you?"

"I'm great, you?"

"Frazzled. Wait until you get into wedding plans. It makes me wonder why anyone bothers to get married."

"I'm planning on a small wedding, and I've made it quite clear to both sets of parents that we will not be pushed into something huge."

"Good for you. Want to try talking sense to my mother?"

"I'll pass. I was going out to get some bagels. Can I pick up anything for you?"

"Oh, that would be great. Georgie is here. Let me see what she'd like to have." Just then the door buzzer sounded. Jane frowned, "I thought Chris had a key." She hit the buzzer without checking the intercom.

"You shouldn't do that, Jane. You should always check."

"I'm sure it's Chris. He went out for a run."

But it wasn't Chris. It was Collins. He bustled into the apartment, said a distracted good morning to Jane and Charlotte and asked to see Lizzy.

"Didn't Mom tell you that she's engaged?"

"Yes, I know she was engaged last night. That's why I'm here now. I thought I'd get here early today to get a jump on the competition."

Jane rolled her eyes. Charlotte bit her lips to avoid giggling.

"No Dr. Collins, my sister is engaged as in engaged to be married."

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Quite sure," said Jane. "She's out of town, traveling with her fiancé."

"But I need a date for tonight."

Exasperated, Jane said, "I'm sorry but, as I said, she's out of town. In fact, I can tell you where she and Will are at this very minute."

Stunned, Collins sat down abruptly. He looked around blankly. Then he focused on Charlotte. He stood and walked to her.

"Oh my dear Dr. Lucas, how nice it would be to spend an evening in the company of someone so educated and a colleague in the medical profession."

"Let me show you out," said Charlotte. "I'm on my way out myself." As they reached the doorway, she glanced over her shoulder at Jane, who mouthed "thank you."

Once outside the apartment, Charlotte explained, "I'm terribly sorry, Dr. Collins, but all the women you know in New York seem to be engaged to be married. My fiancé is a nice man, but I don't think he'd be comfortable with me going out with someone so attractive while he was up in Boston. I just couldn't take that risk."

"I appreciate your sentiments, Dr. Lucas, and I must say that you are a very noble and good woman. I am just sorry that this other fellow saw you first."

"Well he did, and there's no going back on my word. I am most terribly sorry."

He smiled and handed her his card, "Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me. Oh, and if you change your mind this weekend, I'm at the Hilton."

Charlotte hailed a taxi and bundled Collins into it. When pigs fly, she thought.

In the cab, Collins pulled out his cell phone and searched for a number.

"Georgie! You should have come out to greet dear Dr. Collins! You missed quite a treat."

"No thanks, I heard more than enough from the kitchen."

"I hope Charlotte was able to get rid of him. Honestly! I don't know whether to be amused or angry. He shows up eager to see Lizzy, and within seconds of learning that she's getting married, he's trying to cozy up to Charlotte. And they say women are fickle. Ha!"

"WHAT?" Mrs. Bennet screeched in to the phone. "No, no, that can't be possible...Well, yes, I suppose she would tell Jane first. But she hasn't called me yet...Uh, um, yes, well, uh." She hung up the phone without saying goodbye. Then she ran to her husband's study.

"Tom? TOM! That ungrateful daughter of yours, oh, my nerves, whatever shall I do?"

"Which ungrateful daughter would this be, Fran?"

"Hmph! Lizzy, of course. I can't believe she'd do this. She and Will have eloped to Las Vegas!"

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