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anymore. You want to sing. You want to resurrect Zenith. You might even want another marriage. But you don’t want her anymore.”
    “Don’t tell me what I want, Lassiter! What I really don’t want is your sister, writing about me.”
    “Agreed. I agree. But again… what do you expect me to do?”
    He frowned at Nick and finally fell into a chair. “I had no idea you were such a pansy with women.”
    He leaned forward. “You’re here asking me to save you from my sister and your ex-wife. And you think I’m the only pansy when it comes to them?”
    Rob didn’t like that. Maybe he had it coming by running there to get Nick to stop them. He sat up straighter. “ If you don’t do something, I’ll tell her that her writing sucks and I don’t trust her to write about me.”
    Nick lifted up an eyebrow. “But you don’t think that?”
    “No. But I’ll do it anyway.”
    “She doesn’t deserve that.”
    “Not my problem.”
    Nick nodded. “No. It’s not. I’ll talk to her.”
    Rob let out a breath and nodded. “Good. That’s all I wanted.”
    “You could have just called me.”
    “You wouldn’t have taken my call.”
    “Probably right about that. ”
    Rob got up and Nick stood up too before coming around his desk. He stopped and asked Rob, “Y ou ever wonder why we can’t ever get away from each other, no matter how hard we try?”
    He nodded. “Between Spencer, Erica, and Joelle’s friendship, it seems like we can’t, or won’t.”
    The door swung open suddenly and Joelle came in. “What’s going on? Bev called me and said some angry-looking guy with lots of tattoos came barging in. Figured it had to be you, Rob.” Joelle looked from her ex to her current husband.
    “You still work here?” Rob asked, surprised. He assumed that after marrying a guy with millions, she would have quit long ago.
    “Yes. I still work here. Part-time,” Joelle said, her tone annoyed. “What’s going on?”
    “Something about a book my sister wants to write. Know anything about that, Joelle?”
    Joelle leveled a gaze at Nick. “Don’t use that Nick Lassiter, Ruler of the Empire-voice on me. Sure, I know. Rebecca wanted Rob’s address. She came to me, and for once, was actually nice.”
    “Yeah, she only used you to get to me,” Rob added.
    “She admitted that without any hesitation. But I think it was more than that. She seemed to take another look at me… finally.”
    Rob didn’t know this Joelle. When she was married to him, Joelle was quiet, contained, and almost silent around him. She never would have talked to him in such an annoyed tone. She never shared how she felt with Rob, not when she was angry, or annoyed or anything. And that was half the problem with them, which existed long before his drinking became the issue. Joelle could never feel comfortable being herself with him. Not like she did with Nick Lassiter. They, Rob and Joelle, were so young when they got married, she at nineteen, and he at twenty-three. They jumped right into it, fast and furious, and perhaps skipped a few essential steps, like first creating an honest, open companionship based on trust. He loved Joelle, but never took the time to listen to her.
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” Nick asked Joelle.
    “Because it has nothing to do with us. You’d probably tell Rebecca not to do it. But that isn’t your choice. It’s between them, Rob and Rebecca.”
    “And I’ve been pretty clear to her that I don’t want to do it.”
    Joelle turned towards him. She still wore the lip ring they got together when she was twenty and he was twenty-five. She had the tattoo on her arm that matched his, however, removed. The one that was their wedding gift to each another: a long script of their initials. He still kept his and chose not to remove anything, since all of it symbolized a part of him, no matter how painful. “Why not, Rob? I think it would be good for you. It would let you put it all to rest. You’re still moping around,