"You couldn't help it if you tried." Jean-Paul was sure of that. The sun rose in the morning, and Alex Summers was handsome. It had always been so; it would always be so. It was not the most unpleasant constant in the world.

"It's good to see you too." It was good to see him, and his kindness. But Jean-Paul wasn't going to say that. "It's the last place I thought I'd see you.You were allergic to New York."