He may not see them that often, but they are among his oldest and dearest friends, and whenever they make it in to New York from their home in Woodstock he always makes sure he finds time for them. Tonight he had plans with Jordana, but when Leo phoned and said, laughing, they were in town with no kids, Michael canceled his plans and arranged to meet them for dinner. Jordana is thrilled. Meeting Michael’s friends—not the ones who pop into the shop from time to time, but his real friends, his old friends whose opinions he values—must mean this relationship is as important to him as it is to her. For Jordana never expected to fall in love at the ripe old age of thirty-nine. Not to mention that she’s married, and up until a few weeks ago had assumed she would stay married, to Jackson, for the rest of her life. Michael doesn’t know what this is, this . . . relationship he’s having with Jordana, but he does know he feels more alive than he has in years. He who has always been the passive one in relationships, who has always been chased rather than the chaser, has suddenly found himself falling head over heels for Jordana.
