Tully was the first to start dancing, then Johnny, and finally Kate. At first she felt awkward—literally a third wheel—but by the end of the song, shed softened. The alcohol was a lubricant, making her body more fluid somehow, and when the music changed and slowed down, she barely hesitated to step into Tully and Johnnys arms. The three of them moved together with a natural ease that was surprisingly sexy. Kate stared up at Johnny, who was gazing at Tully, and she couldnt help wishing just once hed look at her that way.
"Ill never forget this night," Tully said to both of them.
He leaned down and kissed Tully. Kate was drunk enough that it took her a second to register what she was seeing. Then came the pain.
Tully pulled out of the kiss. "Bad Johnny. " She laughed, pushing him away.
He moved his hand down Tullys back, tried to pull her close. "Whats wrong with bad?"
Before Tully could answer, someone called out her name and she spun around.
Chad was pushing through the gyrating, slam-dancing crowd. With his long hair and ragged Springsteen T-shirt, he looked like a hard rock guy in a new wave world.
Tully ran for him. They kissed as if they were alone in the room, then Kate heard her friend say, "Take me to bed, old man. "
Without a wave or a goodbye or a hello, they were gone. Kate stood there, still in Johnnys arms. He was staring at the door as if he expected Tully to return, to shout out April Fools and start dancing with them again.
"She wont be coming back," Kate said.
Johnny snapped out of it. Letting go of her, he went back to the table and ordered two drinks. In the silence that followed, she stared at him, thinking: Look at me.
"That was Chad Wiley," he said.
Kate nodded.
"No wonder . . . " He stared at the blank hallway on the other side of the dance floor.
"Theyve been together a long time. " She studied his profile. For a crazy second, she thought about making a move, reaching for him. Maybe she could get him to forget about Tully or change his mind; maybe tonight she didnt care if she would be his second choice, or if it would be because of the booze. Love could grow from drunken passion, couldnt it? "You thought you and Tully might—"
He nodded before she could finish and said, "Come on, Mularkey. Ill walk you home. "
All the way back to her apartment, she told herself it was for the best.
"Well, goodnight, Johnny," she said at her front door.
"Goodnight. " He started for the elevator. Halfway there, he stopped and turned to her. "Mularkey?"
She paused, glanced back. "Yeah?"
"You were really good today. Did I tell you that? Youre one of the most talented writers Ive ever seen. "
"Thanks. "
Later, lying in her bed, staring into the darkness, she remembered his words, and how hed looked when hed said them.
In some small way, hed noticed her today.
Maybe it wasnt as hopeless as shed thought.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
From the moment Tully did her first on-air broadcast, everything changed. They became the fearsome foursome; Kate and Tully and Mutt and Johnny. For two years they were together constantly, huddled together in the office, working on stories, going from place to place like gypsies. The second story that Tully covered was about a snowy owl whod taken up residence on a streetlamp in Capitol Hill. Next, she followed the gubernatorial campaign of Booth Gardner, and though she was one of dozens of reporters on the case, it seemed that Gardner often answered her questions first. By the time the first Microsoft millionaires began driving through downtown in their mint-new Ferraris, listening to geek music on supersized headphones, everyone at KCPO knew that Tully wouldnt last on the smallest local channel for long.
They all knew it, but perhaps Johnny most of all. So, although the three of them didnt talk about the future, they felt its shadowy presence constantly, and somehow that made their time together sweeter and more intense. On the rare night when they werent working on a story, Johnny, Tully, and Kate met at Goldies to play pool and drink beer. By the end of their second year together, they knew all there was to know about each other; at least, all that each was willing to share.
Except the stuff that truly mattered. Kate often thought it ironic that three people who searched through the rubble of life to find pebbles of truth could be so stubbornly blind about their own lives.
Tully had no idea that Johnny wanted her, and he was completely unaware that Kate wanted him.