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was looking for a good lay.” Tank’s smile turned into a devilish grin. “He nearly had a coronary. I love to mess with that guy’s head.”
    “He want her back?” Harley asked.
    Tank scratched his belly. “Is the Pope Catholic?”
    “Why? What’s so appealing about her?”
    “Didn’t you look at her, man? She’s gorgeous!”
    “Her sister was even prettier, but there’s plenty of pretty women out there who are less spoiled.”
    “You’re assuming Lauren is just like Audra used to be,” Tank said. “She’s not.”
    “She can’t be that different,” Harley responded. “She’s cut from the same cloth. She has the same asshole for a father, the same nervous Nellie for a mother, and she had the same snobbish upbringing. She still lives in the same damned fortress, for Pete’s sake! So tell Damien to take it from me and stay the hell away from Lauren and anyone else even distantly related to her.”
    Tank anchored his fingers above the lintel and let it support most of his weight. “Yeah, well, I think she’s pretty much made that decision for him. He’s tried to get her back, and she won’t budge. I just wish he’d quit moonin’ over her. Watching him wallow in misery is so damned annoying, you know? What does he think, no one else has ever gone through a break-up?”
    Harley gazed at the boxes cluttering the floor and knew Tank had done his share of hurting. “You seeing anyone now?” he asked.
    “Damien set me up on a blind date with one of his paralegals a couple months ago. Woman by the name of Rhonda. He only did it because she was crazy about him and he wanted to distract her, but it worked. She doesn’tcall him anymore, and we catch a movie together every once in a while. What about you?”
    “My business is my lover.”
    “Sex life’s that good, huh?”
    Harley shrugged. “I’m busy. When I get home at night, I’m exhausted, too tired to miss sex or anything else a woman has to offer.”
    Skepticism etched a disbelieving frown on Tank’s face. “No way. I don’t believe you’ve changed that much.”
    Harley couldn’t help laughing. Tank was right, up to a point. He missed having a robust sex life, but he craved having someone who was emotionally significant to him far more. The older he got, the more convinced he became that life wasn’t just about financial success or physical gratification. But he’d left his heart in Portland with an unborn baby when he moved to California ten years ago, and even though he’d had a few superficial relationships since then, no one had ever been able to fill the void. “Maybe your brother knows another female paralegal he can set me up with,” he joked.
    “I’ll ask him,” Tank promised. “Just be forewarned. If he sets you up with anyone like Rhonda, she’ll be pudgy, pasty, too bold and emotionally starved.”
    “God, Tank, I thought you liked her!”
    “I do. I’m desperate, so the relationship works for me. But that’s hardly the kind of woman I see you with.” He gave up hanging on the lintel and started down the hall, the floor creaking in protest. “Gotta run. The whole crew’ll be waiting for me. Are you comin’ back tonight?”
    “Yeah. That okay?” Harley called after him.
    “Sure. Stay as long as you like.” The creaking stopped as Tank paused in the hall. “What are you gonna do before your dinner with Lauren and Brandon? You want to make a few extra bucks and come out on the job with me?”
    “No, thanks. I’m going to get my hair cut and buy some new clothes.”
    “What’s wrong with the haircut and clothes you got now?”
    “Nothing. I just need to look…I don’t know, more fatherly, I guess.”
    There was a pause and for a moment, Harley thought Tank had disappeared silently into his room. But then he spoke. “Can I give you a piece of advice, Harley?”
    Advice? From Tank? “Shoot.”
    “Clothes and hair don’t matter to kids, man. Just be yourself.”
    The floor started creaking again, a