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is it everything you hoped it would be?”
    She could hear a small undercurrent in his voice that made her wonder if he was trying to pick a fight. No one else would notice it, but she knew that tone all too well for it not to send her hackles up. She lifted her chin. “And more.”
    â€œGood for you.” He finished the bottle of water in one long drink and tossed it into the recycling bin.
    Megan battled with herself. She’d sworn she wouldn’t let her temper or her emotions control her and drive her to say or do anything that remotely resembled that debacle at the bookstore. She knew he was needling her. Intentionally. “Dr. Lowe” recognized that and knew how to handle it both properly and professionally. “Meggie,” though, wanted to smack back.
    Meggie won. “So how do you like being the country’s divorce guru? Is it everything you hoped for while you were in law school?” She feigned confusion. “Oh, wait, that’s not why you went to law school in the first place. Let me guess, there’s more money in divorce than in protecting the Constitution.”
    â€œLots more money.” Dev had the audacity to grin at her and she felt childish for giving in to the urge to snark back. “Bit more excitement, too.”
    â€œAnd to think you used to be an idealist.” The disappointment in her voice wasn’t all fake.
    â€œBlind idealism is dangerous.”
    â€œErgo Cover Your Assets? ”
    â€œExactly.”
    â€œAnd it doesn’t bother you?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œThe pessimism you dish out. Anyone listening to you would begin to believe that all marriages end in divorce.”
    He arched an eyebrow. “Wonder where I got that idea?”
    She shouldn’t have started this. They were already falling back into bad habits, and they hadn’t even been around each other a full fifteen minutes yet. At this rate, they’d be at each other’s throats by the time they went on the air. Time to be a professional—and the bigger person—and make a graceful retreat. “I tell you what—let’s not make this personal.” Dev’s other eyebrow joined the first, and she quickly amended her statement. “Or more personal than it has to be, at least.”
    He nodded his agreement. “That’s my plan.”
    â€œGood. I’m glad you have one. Why don’t you fill me in on the details of this plan?”
    â€œIt’s not too complicated, but if we’re lucky it just might work out for you.”
    â€œAnd for you?”
    That seemed to amuse him. “Megan, this actually has very little to do with me. I’m fine no matter what you say or do.”
    â€œIn other words, you’re doing me some kind of a favor?” She did not want to be indebted to him on top of everything else.
    He just shrugged again.
    â€œBut you’ll get a boost to your ratings, too.”
    â€œI’m number one in my time slot. My ratings don’t really need a boost.”
    â€œBut Kate said—”
    â€œKate’s obsessed with our ratings. You know, maybe you could help her with that.”
    â€œIf this works, and I get to go back to work, then I’ll give her all the free counseling she needs.” Biting her tongue to keep anything else from coming out, she faced him again. “So. The plan?”
    â€œSimple, actually. First you’ll need to bottle some of that hostility.” Megan felt her jaw tighten. “Be friendly, but not too friendly. Polite. Noncommittal. Kate culled some of the more inflated speculations from the tabs and the blogs—we’ll have a good laugh over that.” That was an instruction, not a prediction, so she nodded. “The trick is to describe to the listeners how boring and mind-numbingly average our marriage really was and then make our divorce sound even more so. We’ll take calls for a while, and then it will be