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course,” Melissa said. “But before you hang up, Garrett called for you.”

“Oh?” Blair couldn’t stop the smile that curled her lips. She probably didn’t deserve that man, but she loved him more than she could have imagined. She’d only been married for six months, but she was happier than she’d ever expected. Especially since Garrett wasn’t the man she’d originally intended to marry. “He didn’t try to call my cell or text me.”

“He knew about your meeting and called me instead so he wouldn’t disturb you. He said for you to call him back whenever you can.”

Blair knew she shouldn’t be talking about personal matters in front of her client, but Allison was thoroughly engrossed in some text conversation. And from the wicked gleam in her eyes, she was probably sexting her new boyfriend.

One more reason to regret taking this case. Damn Megan’s mother and her country club friends.

Blair glanced at the clock on the wall. “Garrett’s supposed to be getting on a plane in the next half hour.”

“I think it’s been delayed,” Melissa said.

Blair tried to ignore the churning in her stomach as she hung up. Flights were delayed all the time. It was no big deal. Garrett would still make it back by tonight. Besides, they didn’t do Valentine’s Day. For their first and only Valentine’s Day together while they’d dated, they’d celebrated Anti-Valentine’s Day, doing the exact opposite of all the poor fools who fell for the commercially generated holiday. They’d played arcade games and ate pizza at a Chuck E. Cheese, and then he’d taken her to the roof of his apartment building and showed her the star he’d bought for her, which he’d named Blazing Supernova. And while they hadn’t specifically made plans for their first married Valentine’s Day, Blair had decided to come up with her own—Anti-Valentine’s Day 2.0.

“How much longer will we be here?” Allison asked, her attention still on her screen. “I have plans tonight.”

Irritation rippled through Blair. “Perhaps if you would act like a grownup instead of a spoiled child, we could be done by now.”

Her mouth dropped open. “What?”

“The purpose of this meeting is not to air every single grievance from your two years of marriage. It’s to go through the list of your joint property and come up with an agreement on the division of your assets.”

Allison gave Blair a full pout. “Like my ass, which is one of my better assets.”

“I would hope it would be your brain.”

The woman blinked.

“Allison,” Blair said with an exaggerated sigh. “Let’s just stick to the list of things you haven’t agreed upon yet and try to come to a resolution for each one. And remember, this is supposed to be a fair distribution.” This was so outside the realm of Blair’s usual cases. Most of the time she was fighting tooth and nail for everything she could get for her client. This was the first time she felt obligated to encourage a client to not insist on everything. Now she knew how most of the attorneys she faced felt.

“Fine,” Allison said in a huff. “I need to go to the restroom.”

“You know where it is. I’m going to go check my messages.” Blair left the irritated woman and went down the short hall and around the corner at a fast clip.

Melissa was sitting at her desk, staring at her computer screen. She glanced up as Blair approached, giving her boss a sympathetic look.

“How’s it going in there?”

“It’s a freaking disaster,” Blair whispered. “She’s the poster child for entitlement.”

Melissa tilted her head with a smirk. “She is a product of the country club.”

“Don’t remind me. We’re taking a short break, and then we’ll try again. I’m going to call Garrett. Did you check on poor Mr. Albright and Mr. DeSanto?”

“Not yet.” Melissa’s face puckered. “And poor Mr. Albright, my ass. Dane Albright irritates the crap out of me. His head is so big I have no idea how he carries it around. He must do some impressive neck exercises at the gym.”

Blair grinned and lifted an eyebrow. “You think he goes to the gym?”

Her assistant’s face flushed. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Not to me,” Blair said. “I guess I’m too busy looking at Garrett.”

Melissa stood. “You might be married, but you’re not dead—and you don’t have to pretend like you are for Garrett’s sake. Since when does your world revolve entirely around anyone else’s?” Then she stomped off toward the client lounge.

Blair watched her for a moment, wondering why Melissa had gotten so irritated. Was