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push. He would let her make up her mind.
    Around him night revelers laughed and called out greetings. Just ahead he could see the cream-colored facade of Hotel D’Anglaterre and the Royal Danish Theater. He stopped at the crossing and waited for the light to change. He should have been scared by the uncertainty of their connection. Was it just good sex? Did she only call him back because she felt obligated?
    Maybe it didn’t matter. Just then, it felt like they had all the time in the world to figure it out, to get it right.

5
UNTIL SHE COMES
    The waiting was the most difficult part. Waiting for her phone calls and text messages. Waiting to know when she would be able to get away. She is worth it became his mantra. She is worth all the waiting.
    When he met Adam for after work beers, he tried not to check his phone too often.
    But that night, as the two men debated the merits of craft beer versus the usual Carlsberg and Tuborg, Mads couldn’t concentrate. His eyes strayed to the phone’s blank display one time too many.
    “Don’t…”
    “Don’t what?”
    “Don’t glance at your phone again until you tell me what’s going on.” Adam grabbed Mads’ iPhone. “I should just scroll through your messages…”
    “No, don’t.” Mads grasped Adam’s wrist. “Don’t.”
    “So tell me then.” His friend smiled that lopsided, toothy smile and wriggled his eyebrows.”You haven’t been this antsy since the Brazilian girl…”
    “I was never antsy with her.”
    Adam snorted. “Sure you were. I was there, remember?”
    “I don’t remember being any different…”
    “You weren’t this bad, but you kept checking your phone, if she was supposed to meet us somewhere you’d keep looking over your shoulder for her.” Adam reminded him. “So what gives? Who is she?”
    “Her name is Laney.” Saying her name brought a smile to his face. He grinned. “She’s an American I met at one of the mingles.”
    “Wait…I thought you weren’t allowed to date those women.”
    “We’re encouraged not to, but there’s nothing in the contract…”
    “But she’s married, right? Aren’t they always when they’re at those gigs?”
    “She’s not married.”
    “Is she in a relationship then? I thought most of the women who showed up at those parties were in relationships.”
    “She’s living with someone, but she says she’s not so sure about it anymore.”
    “That’s dangerous territory there, my friend,” Adam warned. “If she’s still with someone, you’re the one who could end up getting fucked over at the end of the day.”
    “I know…”
    “Is she worth it?”
    Mads stared down at his hands. He remembered the softness of her skin. After they’d made love, she’d curled against him, her head resting in the crook of his neck, and he’d felt like he’d come home. He wanted to feel like that again.
    “I think so. And I think she feels the same.”
    “So when will you see her again?”
    “That’s the million kroner question.” He gestured at his phone. “I’m waiting for her to let me know.”
    “You won’t get anywhere waiting.”
    “She’s in Stockholm. She’s not here in Copenhagen.”
    “It’s an hour’s flight. If she likes you enough, she can come whenever she feels like it.”
    Adam relinquished Mads’ phone and slid it across the tabletop. Laney’s name blinked in the display as the ringtone sounded.
    Grabbing the phone, Mads stood a little too quickly. He nearly tripped over his feet as he excused himself and walked a distance away for privacy. He leaned against the building’s faded terracotta facade and pressed answer.
    “Hi…”
    “It’s me.” Her voice sounded so close. If he closed his eyes he could picture her as she’d looked the morning after. Her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, her bee-stung lips begging to be kissed. “I just wanted to tell you…I can come. If you still want me to.”
    “I do.”
    Did he imagine her relieved sigh?
    “So…on