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around.
    Zada.
    Standing farther down the hallway with her attorney.
    And
staring right at him.
    “I’ll go break the news that you’re moving back in,” Bob said. “Give me a few minutes, then you show up to back up my threat.
     And really play it up, Rick. Make Zada cringe at the thought of you moving back into the house with her.”
    “Dammit, Bob, wait!” Rick called out.
    Too late.
    Linebacker Bob was already charging down the hallway in
touchdown
mode, straight in Zada’s direction.
    “Here comes plan B,” Angie said and nodded at Rick’s attorney who was hulking down the hallway toward them. “Just don’t let
     Bob intimidate you with his super-jock attitude,” Angie added. “He forgets sometimes that his college football days are over.”
    Zada looked Rick’s attorney over with cold regard.
    Bob Thompson might as well have been chanting
Win! Fight! Win!
as he charged down the hallway toward them.
    “And don’t expect a miracle,” Angie said as he got closer. “Bob wouldn’t give in that easily. He’s probably going to increase
     the amount Rick is willing to spend on buying you a new house or condo. His way of enticing you to give up the house in Woodberry
     Park.”
    “Then he’s wasting his breath,” Zada said, crossing her arms stubbornly across her chest. “I don’t give in that easily, either.”
    But that was before Rick walked up behind his attorney.
    Before Rick was standing only a few feet away.
    Before brooding blue eyes drew her in like a magnet.
    No! No! No!
    She was not going to give in to that mind-boggling power Rick had over her. That unexplainable can’t-live-without-him feeling.
     That desperate feeling had been her biggest downfall—one she didn’t intend to succumb to again.
    The power Rick had over her was the main reason she’d refused to see or talk to him during their entire six-month separation
     period. She just couldn’t trust herself in Rick’s presence. Her heart overruled her head every time.
    If she couldn’t win the game, she simply wouldn’t play.
    First grade?
    Yes.
    But Angie’s earlier accusation about her playing first grade was really rather ironic, when Zada thought about it.
    She’d just started first grade when her father walked out and put a quick end to her happy childhood. Had her mother not fallen
     into a deep depression, blaming herself because her father had left them for another woman, Zada might not have been so devastated
     herself. But having to take care of herself and her baby sister while her mother stayed in bed for days on end, had taught
     Zada a very valuable lesson at the ripe old age of six: The only person you can truly depend on in this life, is yourself.
    A hard lesson for any six-year-old to learn, true. But a useful lesson, nonetheless.
    She had always been able to take care of herself. Just as she could buy her own damn house or condo.
    And I don’t need Rick Clark to buy one for me!
    Bob Thompson stopped in front of them, his six-foot-four frame towering over even Zada, who was five inches taller than petite
     five-foot-two Angie. He looked at Angie and smiled. But Zada didn’t miss the blood in his eye.
    “I’m afraid your client’s outburst in the courtroom is going to cost you, Miss Naylon,” Bob told Angie.
    Angie shrugged nonchalantly. “And your point is?”
    “My point is,” Bob said, “that your client’s rude behavior has left my client in an extremely unfortunate predicament. He
     gave up his apartment this morning.”
    Intimidated, Angie wasn’t.
    She took a brave step in the big bully’s direction.
    “That’s
your
problem, Mr. Thompson,” Angie said, and flashed him a sweet little screw-you smile. “Your client’s unfortunate predicament
     is of no importance whatsoever to my client.”
    “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong,” Bob said, flashing exceptionally white teeth right back at her. “Since the judge didn’t
     rule in anyone’s favor today, that means the house is still