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in
my
house. With
my
dog.”
    Angie shrugged. “Fine. But I’ve done all I can do for you. It’s going to be up to you to reach a compromise with Rick.”
    Speak of the devil.
    Rick had just walked out of the courtroom.
    His back was to Zada, but it was evident he was in a heated discussion with his attorney.
    Angie followed Zada’s gaze.
    She looked back at Zada and smiled.
    “Let’s stick around for a few minutes,” Angie said. “If I know Bob Thompson, his nuts are in a knot, too. The smug bastard
     thought he had this case nailed down tight. Now he’ll have to come up with a plan B.”
    Something in the way Angie said “smug bastard” made Zada ask, “And just how well do you know Bob Thompson?”
    “Bob Thompson can eat poison and die for all I care,” Angie said, lifting her obviously woman-scorned chin.
    “And how shallow is that?” Zada teased.
    Angie mumbled something about where Zada could go.
    The destination
wasn’t
back home to her eight-hundred-thousand-dollar doghouse in the suburbs.
    “Thanks a hell of a lot, Bob. For nothing,” Rick said disgustedly. “I believed you when you said the judge would rule in my
     favor. What am I supposed to do now? You even encouraged me to give up my apartment this morning!”
    Bob ran a hand through his short, dark hair. “I swear, Rick,” he said, “I’m as shocked as you are. I’ve never appeared before
     Judge Parkins when he didn’t rule in my favor.”
    Rick exploded. “And that’s supposed to make me feel better? That I’m your first lost case in Parkins’s courtroom?”
    “Not a loss,” Bob corrected. “More of a tie, if you want to be technical about it.”
    “Bullshit,” Rick said. “We lost, Bob. Reaching a compromise with Zada in ninety days, is as likely as achieving peace in the
     Middle East in ninety days. It isn’t going to happen.”
    Bob frowned. “What are you saying, Rick? That you’re willing to give up? That you’re going to let Zada keep the house and
     Simon? Jesus. That’s not the Rick Clark I know.”
    “Spare me your Fighting Irish speech,” Rick groaned. “We’re not on the football field.”
    “You’re right. We’re not on the football field,” Bob said. “We’re standing in the hallway of the courthouse while I’m trying
     to keep you from losing your ass.”
    Rick didn’t comment.
    “Come on, Rick,” Bob urged. “Can’t you think of anything that might make Zada change her mind and give you the house?”
    Rick laughed. “Short of me moving back in? No.” Bob looked at him for a second.
    The wide grin that followed said he had an idea.
    “Oh, no you don’t,” Rick said. “I’ve seen that grin before. It always means trouble.”
    Bob said, “Do you really think Zada would move out if you moved back in?”
    “Don’t even think in that direction,” Rick warned. “There’s no way I’m putting myself or Zada through the nightmare of trying
     to live together again.”
    Bob said, “Not even if it means keeping Simon and the house?”
    When Rick hesitated, Bob said, “It can’t hurt to at least threaten to move back in. Who knows? Maybe that’s all it will take
     to make Zada reconsider and move out.”
    “Don’t kid yourself,” Rick said, shaking his head. “You saw Zada’s performance in the courtroom. Zada never backs down from
     anything.”
    “Zada’s performance in the courtroom is the reason you’re standing in the hallway now with no place to live,” Bob reminded
     him. “If it weren’t for her, you’d be heading out the door to start your
new
life in your
old
house.”
    Rick sighed. “Maybe. But I doubt Zada was totally responsible for the ruling. Parkins was already upset that we hadn’t reached
     a property settlement.”
    “Zada’s outburst still didn’t help matters,” Bob insisted. “And I wouldn’t be a good attorney if I didn’t use her outburst
     completely to our advantage.”
    Bob looked down the corridor and grinned again.
    Rick turned