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out of control, and temporarily lost sight of his dreams, but instead of descending further, you chose to get help. You chose to stop and get sober. And that is a feat, which I believe is well worth writing about.”
    Rob laughed and stood up, moving closer to her, and blowing smoke over her face.  His voice was low and cold as he said, “I don’t know you, and I don’t want to know you. So before I say something very rude and nasty, which Joelle can readily confirm that I’m perfectly capable of doing, get the fuck out of here.”
    Her jaw dropped open as her eyes rounded in shock. “But!”
    He nearly growled at her as he stepped closer, invading her personal space and said, “Leave me alone, Nick’s sister.”
    She nodded as she scrambled backwards. Without another word, she dug into the large, black bag she carried over her shoulder and pulled out a sheaf of papers.
    “Please. This is the first book I ever wrote. Just take it, and read it. And just see what I have in mind. It’s not as terrible, or gossipy or nasty as you’re describing. Please, just read it. Consider allowing me to chronicle your success.”
    She handed the sheaf of papers to him, but he refused to accept it. She finally set it beside him on the picnic table. Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she glanced up at him and said softly, “You once had dreams of being a singer. I have dreams of being a writer. Please don’t say no without giving me a chance. Someone has to take a chance on us before we can get what we want. Maybe we could help each other find a chance towards something better.” Then she turned on her heel and nearly ran away from him, and back to the light gaiety of the wedding reception.
     

C hapter Two
     
    Rob didn’t watch Rebecca leave. He was already staring hard into the night sky, while only a few streaks of light still shone on the water. Porch lights now replaced the daylight, sparkling like yellow and white jewels on the waterfront. He reminded himself to relax his jaw when it started to ache. Who did Rebecca Randall think she was? To suggest she could write about him? His personal history? What possible reason could she have to even ask him to open up his life to her like that? Nick Lassiter’s sister? He shook his head in shocked bewilderment. He despised Nick Lassiter more than just about anybody else he ever met. How could his enemy’s sister even approach him about such an endeavor?
    Still , Rebecca’s words lingered in his mind. But when, and in what world, did it become his job to make sure Rebecca Randall got a chance to be a published writer? She knew almost nothing about him. How could she even suggest that he be the factor for whether or not she got published? Coming from a woman he’d never even met or seen until tonight! How dare she attach her success or failure onto him? What the hell? There were thousands of recovering addicts in the Seattle area alone that Rebecca could write about. Why did she even risk confronting him with such a project? Rob was her brother’s nemesis, and not usually described as being particularly nice. Most people would have agreed that Joelle traded up about a thousand percent when she married Nick.
    Rob finished his cigarette, threw it on the ground, and stomped it under his heel. He paused, glancing at the pile of papers beside him and looked around, thinking that she’d taken quite a chance by leaving it there. Why couldn’t he just drop it into the garbage? Or let the next shower of rain ruin it? Or let someone else find it and do God knows what with it?
    He knew what it felt like to dream of success. And crave legitimacy. He also understood how hard it would have been for him to leave a song he’d written with a complete stranger who didn’t ask for or appreciate his efforts. So why would Rebecca leave her manuscript like that? He picked it up, perhaps from guilt, or respect for another person’s creativity. Or maybe it was pity? He wasn’t sure, but thought