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relationship. And yeah, it’s definitely part of my relationship with Jules. But it’s beautiful. It’s not scary. It’s me loving him and him loving me. It’s
making love.
And being with him makes me happier than I’ve ever been, and it makes me feel complete, and all those other fucking hokey things that people always say about falling in love, but the bottom line is it’s not a news story unless I say something stupid like
yeah, we take turns being top or bottom.
”
    Damn.
    â€œThe story,” Robin continued, “is that there are people out there who want to tell me who I can and cannot love. Like, if they just make some law, I’m going to walk away from Jules. Three pictures, fifteen million, Will. That’s what I’d be earning right now if I’d stayed in the closet. Instead, I chose happiness. I chose self-respect. I chose
love.
You find me a reporter who understands that? I’ll talk to him. But it’s not going to happen.”
    â€œReporters are just…” Will felt an idiotic urge to try to explain. “They’re just like everyone else—trying to pay their bills.”
    â€œBut they’re doing it at my expense,” Robin said.
    â€œYou didn’t have to be an actor,” Will pointed out. “When you were making those choices, you also chose to step into the spotlight. You can’t complain when—”
    â€œInto the spotlight,” Robin said. “Not under a microscope.”
    â€œWell, like you said,” Will told him. “Sex sells.”
    â€œTabloids,” Robin pointed out. “Not real newspapers. No legitimate, self-respecting news reporter would waste his or her time on a story like this.”
    Ouch.
    â€œTalk to Dolphina,” Robin said again. “If you still want to sit down with me, fine. Set something up. But I’m telling you right now that I won’t be talking to any reporters about my wedding
or
about my relationship with Jules.”
    â€œDolphina.” Will repeated the somewhat odd name, thinking,
Too late, brother.
    â€œHey, here she is now,” Robin said, pulling a dark-haired young woman out of the crowd. “Dolph, this is Will. Do me a favor, and set up a coffee meeting with him for early next week. I gotta run, I promised Gina a tour of the new house.”
    And with that, he was gone, leaving in his place…
    The world tilted. It actually shifted and moved, and Will had to widen his stance to keep from falling over onto his ear.
    Truly, Robin’s personal assistant was the most beautiful woman Will had ever seen in his entire life. But he’d traveled the world and seen his share of beautiful women, and her pretty face and slender figure wasn’t what had nearly knocked him off his feet.
    It was her eyes—those incredible dark eyes. She was looking at him as if she could see clear inside of his head, or maybe as if she recognized him as someone she’d known in some distant past life—
    And wasn’t
that
the biggest load of bullshit his addled mind had ever come up with—probably because it had been way too long since he’d last gotten laid.
    But then she smiled at him, pushing her long, dark hair over one shoulder, and somewhere, very nearby, angels sang and fireworks went off, because she was looking at him as if she, too, could not believe the connection they had, just from gazing at one another.
    â€œWill, right?” She held out her hand. “I’m Dolphina Patel. What can I do for you?”
    Her voice was like music and touching her hand was like coming home, and Will knew that he was so screwed, because this wasn’t just about sex. No, he, the big cynic, Mr. I-Can-Walk-Away-From-Anyone, had just fallen head over heels in love at first sight.

    â€œDolphina,” the tall, chisel-faced, red-haired man Robin had told her was named Will repeated. “Like the fish?”
    Okay. So much for that