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arms. “Ilya takes everything seriously. I like to party. We’re too young to be serious.”
    A dark SUV glided up to the curb. Alex signaled, then caught the keys the valet tossed him. He opened the door. Trapped by manners and obligation, Liz climbed in the back. She stared at the door of the club, craning her neck to keep it in view even when Alex drove away, with Julie singing along to the stereo.
    I T DIDN’T FEEL RIGHT . Without Ilya, the rush of excitement, anticipation, faded away, left everything flat and dull. Combined with the alcohol,riding in the backseat triggered a bout of motion sickness. Queasy, and suddenly brutally tired, she rested her head against the side window.
    They didn’t need her, Elizabeth thought. Both Julie and Alex sang and laughed. He drove entirely too fast, taking corners in a way that made her stomach pitch. She would not be sick. Even as the heat flashed through her, she willed herself to breathe, slow and even. She would not humiliate herself by being sick in the backseat of Alex’s SUV.
    She lowered her window a few inches, let the air blow over her face. She wanted to lie down, wanted to sleep. She’d had too much to drink, and this was yet another chemical reaction.
    And not nearly as pleasant as a kiss.
    She concentrated on her breathing, on the air across her face, on the houses, cars, streets. Anything but on her churning stomach and head.
    As he wound along Lake Shore Drive, she thought how close they were, relatively, to her home in Lincoln Park. If she could just go home, she could lie down in the quiet, sleep off the nausea and spinning head. But when Alex pulled up at a pretty old two-story traditional, she thought at least she could get out of the car, stand on solid ground.
    “Got some great views,” Alex was saying as he and Julie got out. “I thought about buying a condo, but I like my privacy. Plenty of room to party here, and nobody bitches the music’s too loud.”
    Julie staggered, laughed a little wildly when Alex caught her and squeezed his hand on her ass.
    Elizabeth trailed behind, a miserably queasy fifth wheel.
    “You live here by yourself,” she managed.
    “Plenty of room for company.” He unlocked the front door, gestured. “Ladies first.”
    And he gave Elizabeth’s ass a teasing pat as she walked in.
    She wanted to tell him he had a beautiful home, but the fact was everything was too bright, too new, too modern. All hard edges, shiny surfaces and glossy leather. A bright red bar, a huge black leather sofaand an enormous wall-screen TV dominated the living room, when the wide glass doors and windows leading to a terrace should have been the key point.
    “Oh my God, I love this.” Julie immediately flopped onto the sofa, stretched out. “It’s like decadent.”
    “That’s the idea, baby.” He picked up a remote, clicked, and pounding music filled the room. “I’ll fix you a drink.”
    “Can you make Cosmos?” Julie asked him. “I just love Cosmos.”
    “I’ll hook you up.”
    “Maybe I could have some water?” Elizabeth asked.
    “Oh, Liz, don’t be such a buzzkill.”
    “I’m a little dehydrated.” And God, God, she needed more air. “Is it all right if I look outside?” She walked toward the terrace doors.
    “Sure.
Mi casa es su casa.
”
    “I want to dance!”
    As Julie lurched up, began to bump and grind, Elizabeth pulled open the doors and escaped. She imagined the view was wonderful, but everything blurred as she hobbled to the rail, leaned on it.
    What were they doing? What were they thinking? This was a mistake. A stupid, reckless mistake. They had to go. She had to convince Julie to leave.
    But even over the music, she could hear Julie’s Cosmo-slurred laughter.
    Maybe if she sat down out here for a few minutes, cleared her head, waited for her stomach to settle. She could claim her mother had called. What was one more lie in an entire night of them? She’d make up some excuse—a good, logical excuse to leave.