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amazed at how quickly the morning had gone. She felt incredibly good, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
    â€œThanks to everyone who shared their Peter Pan stories. It’s time to ask for and receive what you want, ladies; making yourself happy is no fairy tale. JoBeth, let me know what happens with Dawg. I’ll be looking forward to hearing from you.”
    The theme music sounded especially sweet in her ears today. As it built and flared, she smiled once again and bid her audience farewell.
    â€œThanks for being with me today. I’m Dr. Olivia Moore, reminding you to live your life . . .
live
.”

4
    Matt signed on Tuesday night determined to avoid advice-giving at all costs. He planned to do what he did best—rouse the guys, shock a little bit, encourage spirited discussion. He’d already wasted more time than he’d meant to thinking about Olivia Moore. He wasn’t going to let her infringe on his show, too. At least that’s what he believed until he took his first call.
    â€œHello, Peter.” The caller was male, his voice unfamiliar.
    â€œI’m sorry?”
    â€œIs this the unable-to-commit-or-grow-up Peter Pan? The one currently residing in Never Land?”
    Shit. Maybe his listeners did need counseling. “This is Matt. And you’re on
Guy Talk
. What’s all this about Peter Pan?”
    â€œYou’re going to have to start listening to morning radio. You were a big hit on
Liv Live
this morning.”
    â€œMe? On
Liv Live
?”
    â€œYou betcha.”
    Matt peered through the glass at Ben, who held up a cassette tape as if it were a time bomb. His producer typed him a message: “It’s addressed to Peter P. It was in your office mailbox.”
    The next few calls went much the same, but no one really offered answers until Dawg called in. “Hi, Matt. Rough day, huh?”
    â€œNot until recently. What’s going on, Dawg? I seem to be the last to know.”
    â€œWell, they had a field day with you on
Liv Live
this morning. Dr. O talked about something called the Peter Pan Syndrome, and then she asked people to describe Peter Pans they knew. A whole bunch of women described you—I think some of them were old girlfriends who weren’t as comfortable with your up-front warning as you thought.” Apparently even Dawg couldn’t resist getting in a dig tonight.
    â€œJoBeth described me. She used my name and everything—I heard part of it on my run to Montgomery— and then she left a message on my cell phone saying that if I wanted any more milk I was going to have to buy the cow. Danged if I know what she meant by that.”
    â€œWomen can be downright mysterious, all right.”
    â€œAnd mean, too. You shoulda heard some of the things they said about you.”
    Matt teetered between anger and amusement. On the one hand, he didn’t particularly relish being likened to a cartoon character like Peter Pan. On the other, what in the world had gotten into prim and proper, play-by-the-rules Olivia Moore? He could hardly wait to listen to the tape of her show. There was nothing like a worthy adversary to make the game more interesting.
    A week later the score was tied and bets were being placed on the winner. Though few at the station thought she’d topped her Peter Pan program, it was generally acknowledged that Olivia had shed her white gloves and had a good shot at the title.
    Matt had gotten in a few licks of his own, including a show devoted to the kinds of hang-ups that drove people into the counseling profession. Far from scientific, it had digressed into a comedic free-for-all that left callers stacked up waiting to go on the air.
    Today’s joint meeting of the staffs of
Liv Live
and
Guy
Talk
was the first of its kind, and those already seated around the conference table seemed distinctly wary. Sauntering in with only moments to spare, Matt chose an empty seat directly next to Olivia