Hell, she knew so much about men that she could barely relate to women, the main exceptions being only two that she could think of: Sean’s wife, Claudia, who had also been Dorie’s babysitter until Dorie was able to be a babysitter herself. And Sophie, Tommy’s on-again, off-again girlfriend since middle school, the closest Dorie had ever come to having a sister. But Soph was in law school and crazy busy so it had been weeks since they’d talked, and whatever Dorie told Claudia ended up with Sean, too, so Dorie had to be careful about what she said. Maybe if she had more girlfriends she’d have more of a clue how they thought men thought, and then maybe she’d be closer to understanding Nate. Because she didn’t get him. He confounded her. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. He was obviously misguided about falling in love with her—holy hell. But she was starting to get what Fitz had meant the other day—that he seemed happier.
