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joint property. And since the house is still joint property, my
     client is going to exercise his right to move back into the house this very afternoon.”
    Zada heard the gasp.
    It took a second to realize the gasp came from her.
    Bob looked over at her and grinned even wider.
    “Of course,” he said, twisting the knife a little further, “whether your client decides to stay or leave when my client moves
     back in, is strictly up to her. But rest assured, my client
is
moving back into the house as soon as he leaves this courthouse.”
    Angie threw her head back and laughed.
    But there was no laughter in her voice when she looked back at Bob and said, “And you can rest assured, if your client is
     foolish enough to step
one
foot on the property he willingly left when he abandoned my client,
he’ll
be arrested for trespassing.”
    Arrested?
    I’d never have Rick arrested.
    Arresting him wasn’t an option.
    But neither was Rick moving back in with her.
    Absolutely not!
    I’d never survive Rick moving back in.
    Zada was ready to pull Angie aside to ask about other options. There had to be some law Angie could use to keep Rick from
     moving back into the house. Anything other than having Rick arrested.
    She was quickly approaching a panic attack, until Rick’s voice snapped her back to unflappable.
    “Zada can’t risk me moving back in. Can you, Zada?”
    Rick’s question caught her off guard.
    He was looking directly at her now, with a cocky grin that made Zada’s blood boil.
    Chomp!
    Zada grabbed the bait before she could stop herself.
    “And that’s supposed to mean?”
    He had the nerve to laugh.
    “Do you really think I’m that dense?” Rick taunted. “Do you think I don’t know exactly why you’ve refused to see me during
     the entire six months we’ve been separated?”
    “Let’s see,” Zada said, putting a finger mockingly to her chin. “Could you possibly be referring to the fact that you became
     dead to me the minute you walked out the front door?”
    “That’s your version,” Rick said. “Care to hear mine?”
    “No,” Zada said. “I’m not interested in anything you have to say, Rick. I thought I’d made myself perfectly clear about that.”
    Rick told her anyway.
    “Sex,” he said. “That’s why you can’t risk me moving back in. We’ve always found each other irresistible, Zada. Give us five
     minutes alone together and we’d end up in bed, and you know it.”
    Zada’s signature color flashed before her eyes.
    Why, you arrogant ass!
    How! Dare! You!
    Zada was so angry, she was seething, but she managed a deadly get-over-yourself smile.
    “Poor, delusional Rick,” Zada mocked. “I hate to break this to you, but I was over you by the time you backed down the driveway.”
    “Prove it,” Rick challenged.
    Zada’s heart almost stopped.
    When will I ever learn to keep my militant mouth shut?
    He said, “You know we’ll never be able to reach a compromise when it comes to Simon and the house. If you’re really over me,
     let’s turn this situation into something we
can
settle between us.”
    Run!
the little voice inside her head screamed.
    Slip off your sexy red pumps.
    Turn your badass, red-dress self around.
    And run like hell!
    “I’m advising you not to listen to him, Zada,” Angie spoke up. “These guys are double-teaming you. Don’t let them push you
     into a situation you can’t win.”
    Zada looked back at Rick.
    His expression was smug now.
    Infuriating!
    Show no fear, dammit!
    Call his stupid bluff.
    “What do you have in mind?” Zada heard herself say.
    “A real-life game of
Survivor,
” Rick said. “Your favorite reality show. Winner takes all.”
    “You hate reality shows,” Zada reminded him.
    Rick said, “Because there’s nothing real about the shows on television, Zada. But this
is
reality. Your reality, and mine. You want Simon and the house. I want Simon and the house. The first one to outwit, outplay,
     and outlast, wins the whole