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as she took another drink, “I can even see the screwing Marco Genovese part.” Mina raised her eyebrows in return and Ivy gave an unladylike snort.  “I may not have a boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know a good-looking man when I see one.”
    No one could argue with that.  Marco was definitely a good-looking man.
    “What I don’t understand,” she said, “is why a pick-up in a bar ended up with him playing Fairy Godfather at the museum today.”
    Ivy tucked a long, straight strand of hair behind her ear and set her bottle down.  She fixed Mina with the same look that deciphered two thousand year old petroglyphs, and Mina squirmed amidst the Marimekko.
    “That’s the sixty-four thousand dollar question, you know?  I admit it: I left without saying goodbye, but, so what?  That’s not a crime.  Men run out after one-night stands all the time.”
    Ivy didn’t say anything, so Mina went on.
    “What did he expect?  Here he comes all sexy and Italian, touching me and kissing me and telling me he’s been waiting for me…  I swear, if I’d been a little more drunk we’d probably have had sex before we even left the bar!”
    Ivy jerked up at that.  “He took advantage of you because you were drunk?  That’s terrible!  I didn’t realize…”
    Mina held up a hand and headed off the rampaging Fury disguised as her best friend.
    “No, no, it wasn’t like that.  I was tipsy, but I knew what I was doing.  And he didn’t force anything; it was just kind of crazy.  I mean, one minute I was explaining that Ethan was screwing someone else because I was frigid, and the next he’d managed to drag those fingers of his over half a dozen spots and turned me into a puddle of goo.  Not even goo… it was like my insides were melting out between my legs—I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and I  still  don’t know how he did it! I had zero control.  Zero!  Four years with Ethan and I never felt like that, and with him, what?  Fifteen minutes and I’m agreeing to go home with him?  It was insane.”
    Confusion replaced anger on Ivy’s face.
    “Let me see if I understand this.  You wanted to pick someone up.  You went to Ethan’s favorite bar to do it so you could maximize the gossip potential.  Marco Genovese came in, let you pick him up, took you home with him, made you come your brains out, and in the morning when he expected you to stay, you snuck out without so much as ‘goodbye.’ Then, he tracks you down at work and instead of telling you off for running out on him, he offers you the opportunity of a lifetime, possibly making your career. The career, may I remind you, that you tossed away when you decided to marry the son-of-a-bitch who started this fun house ride by cheating on you?” She threw her hands up in the air.  “Of course--it’s all so clear to me now! How  dare  he be so nice to you?”
    Mina flushed.  “When you say it like that it sounds stupid, but you have to understand.  I had to leave.  I  had  to.”
    Ivy pushed away from the table, shaking her head.
    “I understand,” she said.  “I understand that you’ve spent four years being an emotional punching bag for that asshole Ethan, and when a real man comes along, someone capable of getting through that wall you’ve built up around yourself, you’re so scared of making another mistake you don’t realize it might just be the best thing that could happen to you.”
    She walked around the corner of the table and stood in front of Mina.
    “Be honest.  If I told you a story about a guy picking up a girl in a bar—someone who really liked him—who, after a night of hot and heavy action, crept away in the early morning without a word, what would you think?”
    Mina scooted to the edge of the seat, and buried her face in her hands.
    “I’d think he was a right bastard who deserved to have his ass kicked.”
    Ivy patted her arm.  “Right.  So now we