“Let me guess,” Edward Baldwin said with a look of disapproval. He didn’t like the story, although she told it lightly and with a touch of humor, but he could see the hurt in her eyes. “And now they hate each other, and he wants you back.”

“Something like that.” Alexa nodded. “I’m not interested. It’s all over for me.”

“It sounds like a bad southern novel,” Edward Baldwin commented. His divorce had been simple and clean. His wife left him, but he didn’t blame her, and they were still friends. She had done it nicely. “Do you hate him?” He looked curious as he asked. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she did. Hearing the story, he disliked him. He despised men like that.

Alexa didn’t hesitate this time. “No. Not now. Something healed it for me when I went back there, and saw him, and how weak and pathetic he really is. He betrayed me, but ultimately he betrayed himself, and now he would betray her. I don’t hate him now. I feel sorry for him. But I was pretty angry for a long time. Ten years. That’s too long to carry a grudge. It’s heavy lifting.” She had discovered that the hard way, and realized it when she finally set it down.

“You never remarried?” She laughed at the question and shook her head.

“Nope. I was too hurt. And too busy with my work and my daughter. I’m happy like this. I don’t need more than that.”

“Everybody needs more than that. I do too. I just don’t have time. I’m too busy taking political junkets to Taiwan and Vietnam, keeping my constituents happy, and playing the political game in Washington. It’s fun. But it doesn’t leave time for much else.” They both knew that wasn’t true either. There were lots of married senators-most of them, in fact. For whatever reason, he didn’t want to be married again either. They had that in common. They were both afraid of something, getting hurt or commitment. And he didn’t have the excuse of a nasty ex-wife who had screwed him over, since he said they were good friends and got along. He was obviously alone by choice. He had said in the course of lunch that he was fifty-two years old. And had been divorced for twenty. That was a man who either liked to play a lot or was afraid of getting tied down. Either way, Alexa thought he’d make a fine friend.

Eventually, he paid the check, and she thanked him for lunch. She hailed a cab to go back to work, and said goodbye to him in front of the restaurant. She had given him her card, and was surprised when he called her on her cell that afternoon.

“Hello, Alexa, it’s Edward.” His deep voice and southern accent were easy to recognize.

“Thanks again for lunch. It was fun.”

“I enjoyed it too. I just had a thought. I’m having dinner with my ex-wife tomorrow night and her husband, and I wondered if you might like to meet them. She’s a wonderful person.”

“I’d like that very much,” Alexa said. She gave him her address, and he said he’d pick her up at eight. She was startled when she hung up, and didn’t even know what to say to Savannah, so she said nothing. She just got dressed for dinner the following night, and put on a black suit that she usually wore to court.

“What are you all dressed up for?” Savannah asked her as she came out of her bedroom. She was going to the movies with friends.

“I’m having dinner with a senator and his ex-wife.” Even saying it sounded absurd.

“You’re what? What senator?” Savannah didn’t know of any that her mother knew.

“Senator Edward Baldwin, from South Carolina.” Savannah vaguely remembered hearing that he was at the wedding but hadn’t met him. Luisa had been bragging about him.

“Did you meet him at the wedding?”

“Your father introduced me. He’s very nice. Just as a friend. He followed the Quentin case on TV.”

“So did the whole country.” She looked at her mother more closely then. “Is this a date?” She was stunned. Her mother hadn’t said a word.

“No. Just a friend,” Alexa repeated. She looked blank.

“What’s with the ex-wife?” Savannah looked suspicious, and her mother laughed.

“They’re good friends.” And with that, the doorman buzzed the intercom in the apartment and told her that there was a car waiting for her downstairs. She kissed Savannah, picked up her purse, and ran out the door, as Savannah stood staring after her and then rushed for her cell phone. She called her New York grandmother immediately, and Muriel answered on the first ring.

“Hi, cutie.” She could see that it was Savannah. “What’s up?”

“Red alert. Holy shit. I think Mom has a date.”

“How do you know? With who?” Muriel was immediately interested.

“She got dressed up, and she was having dinner with a senator she met at Travis’s wedding, and his ex-wife.”

“His ex-wife?” That sounded strange to her. “They’re friends,” Savannah said in a conspiratorial tone.

“What senator?”

“Baldwin, from South Carolina.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Muriel said, and they both burst into gales of excited laughter.

The evening with Edward Baldwin’s ex-wife was fun, unexpected, and totally crazy. She and her husband had a penthouse on Fifth Avenue, three unruly teenage sons, and he was a successful movie producer. As soon as Alexa met him, she recognized the name. And his wife was a best-selling author. She said she had only started writing after she left Edward, but Alexa knew she had had an extremely successful career ever since. She had met her husband when he had bought her book and produced the movie eighteen years before. They were attractive and funny and nuts. Sybil was wearing some kind of flowing robe she’d bought in Morocco. Her husband was in jeans and an African shirt. They had four dogs who were everywhere, King Charles Spaniels, and a parrot on a perch in the living room. Alexa had read several of her books. She was the daughter of a famous Hollywood producer, and now married to one. And it was obvious that she and her ex-husband genuinely liked each other, and he got on famously with her husband. Their children treated Edward like an uncle, which was a far cry from Luisa’s performance with Savannah.

This was straight out of a movie, but it was also a lot of fun. They boiled lobsters for dinner and all helped while the dogs barked, the phones rang, the stereo blared, and the kids’ friends came in and out as though there were a party going on somewhere. Their whole life was a party, and they enjoyed themselves. Sybil was very pretty and about ten years older than Alexa, somewhere around forty-nine or fifty.

It was the funniest and most entertaining evening Alexa had ever had. They all had a great sense of humor, even the kids, who had been friendly, and the parrot spoke only four-letter words.

“She wasn’t quite that zany when I married her,” Edward explained as he took Alexa home. “Brian has kind of brought it out in her, and it works for them. But she was a lot of fun then too. She was a terrible practical joker, and always had a whoopee cushion in her purse. She’s basically just a really wonderful woman.” He smiled lovingly as he said it.

“Do you miss her?” Alexa asked boldly.

“Sometimes,” he said honestly. “But I was a lousy husband. In those days, I wanted politics more than my marriage. She deserved better than that. And she got it with Brian.”

“And now? Do you still want politics more?” She liked him, and he had an interesting life. He was a collection of odd contrasts, the old and the new, the North and the South. His ex-wife said she hated the South. She thought it was hypocritical, antiquated, and uptight. Alexa liked it more than that, but she could see her point, in some circles. Luisa embodied all the worst of the South. But others were shining examples of everything good about it. And there was so much about Charleston Alexa had loved.

“I don’t know,” Edward said in answer to her question. “Politics are still the driving force in my life. But I don’t want just that. At one point I did. I don’t want to wind up alone, but I don’t want to go through all the bullshit you have to go through to wind up with the right person, or maybe the wrong one. I want to wake up married to the right person. But I don’t want to make any effort to get there, or take the risk of making a mistake. Which means, I’ll probably wind up alone.” He laughed. The prospect didn’t seem to disturb him. “I guess I’m lazy.”