PAUL KNOWS THIS EVENING may not be exactly pleasant, because Carly has been kicking his a*s since forever. But they have enough history of enough different types that he always feels a little bit happy as he gets himself together to go over to her place. She is, after all, always happy to see him, and while he owes her everything in a broad context, day-to-day they’re not responsible to each other. Right now, that’s pretty close to the best feeling in the world. Plus, he doesn’t have to shave for her.
His trepidation rises, however, when he parks in the lot of Carly’s building and sees two familiar cars already there.
“All right, what are you pulling?” Paul asks, when Carly opens the door with a broad smile.
“You can think of it as an intervention or you can think of it as a girl’s nigh
