She lifted her head, winced at the sharp pain right behind her eyes, and dropped, facedown in her pillow, cursing the damned wine Evan had bought. She hadn't intended to drink it, particularly since she'd been so mad at Evan for showing up unannounced to begin with. But then Mia had shown up with her Big News. Mia, who had, since their high school days, gone through men like there was some huge race, who had managed to piss off all boyfriends (and some of Robin's, too), was getting married. Her first thought was to call Ripley's Believe It or Not, because A, Mia was completely incapable of commitment to anything, including a dog she once had, and B, she and Michael fought every other week and had ended their affair no less than fifteen hundred times. And now she was getting married. Married! The announcement, made to Robin and Evan when Mia and Michael had arrived for their Saturday night dinner date, had prompted a gushing Evan to run out and buy a few bottles of Pouilly-Vinzelles for a celebration.
