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      I’m still waiting for that day to arrive, and I can’t help but feel like it might come sooner if I could replace Will with someone new. Someone better. Like, oh, I don’t know…Buckley.

      “So how’s Sonja?” I ask, because it seems polite. And because it will change the subject from my one-night stand, which I’m not entirely comfortable discussing with someone as wholesome as Buckley, who has probably never had a one-night stand in his life.

      “Sonja’s fine,” Buckley says.

      I peer at him over my blah bundle of sprouts, aka the 200-Calorie Fat-Free Veggie Wrap. Lawn clippings in an envelope would be tastier.

      “Are you sure?” I ask him.

      “Sure about what?”

      “That Sonja’s fine?”

      “Yup. She’s fine.” He pokes an errant tomato back into his sandwich.

      “Your mouth is saying yup, but your eyes are saying something’s wrong, Buckley. Oh, and you have a glob of honey mayonnaise on your cheek.”

      He reaches for a napkin, then sweeps it across his face. He totally misses.

      I take it from him and dab his cheek, asking, “What’s up?”

      He sighs. “Sonja wants us to move in together.”

      My heart sinks.

      I smile brightly.

      “So…that’s romantic,” I tell him.

      He shakes his head.

      “It isn’t romantic?”

      “No. It’s stupid. We both have leases. We both have great places. We both live alone. There’s no reason to move in together already. We’ve only been going out a few months.”

      Gotta love sensible Buckley. Why rush things? After all, you never know when somebody better might come along. Or when you might notice that somebody who came along a while ago just might be better. Psst, somebody whose initials are T. S. and is sitting right across from you at this very moment.

      “So you don’t love her?” I ask, trying to sound casual. I’ve never let on to Buckley that I could be attracted to him.

      “I don’t know. I mean…I really think I do.”

      Oh.

      He really thinks he does.

      There goes any hope for Buckley ever falling for me. Everyone knows that when a man admits aloud to the merest possibility of being in love, it’s only a matter of time before he finds himself standing in the bridal registry at Michael C. Fina on a Sunday afternoon when the Giants are playing at home.

      “Buckley, if you love her—”

      “I think I love her,” he amends.

      “If you think you love her, what’s the problem?” Shut up, Tracey.

      Yet I babble on. Either Sonja’s spirit has been astral-projected into my body, or I’ve taken up the cause for oppressed would-be live-in girlfriends everywhere.

      “I mean, Buckley, it’s not like you’re not dating other people.”

      Say…for example, me.

      “And Sonja’s great. She’s smart, pretty, fun…”

      Somebody stop me.

      But I can’t help myself.

      “After all, you’re together all the time anyway. Why pay two rents?”

      It’s as though I’m talking to Will, back when I wanted to move in with him and he wanted to move to another part of the state without leaving a phone number.

      “I guess,” he says thoughtfully.

      “Look, Buckley, if you’ve got a good thing going, you shouldn’t be afraid to take the next step. I mean, look at Billy and Kate. They moved in together less than two months after they met, and now they’re looking at engagement rings.”

      “They are?”

      “She is,” I admit. “But she’s thinking they’re going to be engaged at Christmas. She said she wants a June wedding.”

      “A June wedding. I wouldn’t expect anything less from our little magnolia,” Buckley says, shaking his head.

      “Do you think Sonja wants a June wedding?” I can’t help asking.

      I brace myself for a look of horror, or at least dismay, but there is only resignation.

      Buckley sighs. “Do you know a female who doesn’t?”

      “Well, I don’t.”

      “You don’t?”

      “Uh-uh. I want a fall wedding.”

      At least, that’s what I secretly hoped for when I was with Will. I had the whole thing planned out in my head—what I’d wear, who would stand up, the flowers, the menu, the pumpkin cake with cream-cheese frosting….

      “A fall wedding would be nice,” Buckley says. He adds hastily, “Not next fall.”

      He’s so sweet, I think, watching him pop the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth. So different from Will and Jeff S-n. Buckley’s genuine. He’s a really good friend. And when he’s not brooding over Sonja, he’s one of the funniest people I know.

      I wonder, not for the first time, what would have happened if Will had dumped me before I met Buckley.

      He was attracted to me back then. I mean, he kissed me—which was how I figured out that he definitely isn’t gay. And it was a great kiss. So great that I still think about it sometimes.

      Okay, all the time.

      Maybe that’s just because it was the last time somebody kissed me that way.

      Or maybe it’s because I could easily fall in love with my good friend Buckley.

      But even if he were available, it’s too soon. I’m still not over Will. According to Kate, She magazine and pop psychology 101, any relationship I have right now would be strictly rebound.

      Buckley crumples his sandwich wrapper into a ball and drains the last of his Snapple. “Ready to go back to work?”

      “Nah. Let’s play hooky for the rest of the afternoon.”

      “Seriously?” He looks intrigued.

      “Nope. I was kidding. I’m in the middle of helping Mike with a New Business presentation. And then Brenda and Latisha and I are going to try to meet and figure out if we can organize a bachelorette party СКАЧАТЬ