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    In the rear-view mirror Susan saw the taxi driver glaring at the other driver, and biting his bottom lip to hold himself back.
    Yes, a face could reflect a lot. Tim’s gave off tenderness, and sometimes sadness. And Mac’s…was indecipherable most of the time. Although given that he didn’t have any qualms about saying what he thought of her, she didn’t really have any need to read his facial expressions.
    She wasn’t really sure why she had thought of MacMurray at that precise moment, but the truth was that she had never liked Tim’s best friend. She still couldn’t understand how such a conceited, stupid, and superficial man could have practically grown up alongside her fiance.
    She had never tried to come between Tim and MacMurray. She wasn’t the type of woman to control her boyfriend’s friendships, but Tim was no fool and he knew perfectly well that his fiance and the captain of the football team couldn’t stand each other.
    She still remembered the day she met Mac. She was nervous because she liked Tim and she had the feeling that if his best friend didn’t approve, he wouldn’t call her again. It was childish, but it probably still applied to men of all ages. It was a very tense dinner with a few awkward moments, but Susan thought it had gone rather well…until she came out of the bathroom and heard MacMurray telling Tim not to waste his time with her because she was fake and stuck up and seemed colder than an iceberg , to which he added, a woman who tries so hard to be what she is not, isn’t right in the head.
    She sighed; it was stupid that it still bothered her. She and Tim were going to get married and start a family. Mac could go to hell.
    The taxi driver continued on slightly hurried, and she instinctively touched her up-do to make sure that she didn’t have a hair out of place. From that disastrous dinner, a year ago already, she and Tim were engaged, so it was more than obvious that Tim had completely ignored his best friend’s advice. However, every time she thought about it her back would become drenched with sweat. Why the hell did MacMurray say that? Of all the things that he could have said, why did he call her fake…no one, except she, knew that that was how she sometimes felt. Of all people in the world, why did Mac have to be the one to realize it? Or perhaps it was just a coincidence, a shot in the dark?
    The stadium was coming up in the distance and the taxi driver pulled up to the entrance reserved for board members, players, and special guests.
    Although Susan was a journalist, she never covered sports, and she felt like it wasn’t fair to use the entrance reserved for the press. And to use it that day would be very bold. Besides, she was only there as Tim’s fiance.
    “We’re here,” said the taxi driver before telling her how much she owed. Susan paid, and she walked toward the door that a member of the security staff had already opened for her.
    “Good evening, Rob,” she greeted him, upon recognizing who he was. “Has Tim already come out of the locker room?”
    “Good evening, Miss Lobato. We haven’t seen Mr. Delany or captain MacMurray yet. You can come in and wait for them in one of the private guest rooms.”
    “Thanks, Rob.” She said goodbye to the security guard and gave him smile.
    She walked around the winding lower floor of the stadium and frowned when she realized that Rob had simply assumed that Tim and Mac were together. Those two really were good friends. Susan could not help but wonder what would have happened between her and Mac if she hadn’t heard what he said to Tim at that dinner.
    Would they be friends? Would they get along well?
    She would have never liked MacMurray. Actually, just looking at him made her want to strangle him, but perhaps they would have had a cordial relationship, at least for Tim’s sake. She stopped frowning and smiled again thinking of Tim, and as if she had magic powers, his fiance appeared right there in the