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that.”
    “What will you tell Don? I take it you didn’t recruit any neurosurgeons for the redesigned unit? Or even discussed the hospital with any of them?”
    “Other than the one I married? No.” Will remembers mentioning Healing Regional briefly while he and Patrick were flirting, but things went so far afield after that.
    “How can I help you, Will?”
    “I need all of this to be confidential. You know how much rests on this playing out perfectly. Don’t tell anyone anything at all, Owen.”
    “As your attorney, I’m legally bound not to. As your sponsor, I wouldn’t jeopardize your trust that way. And, when it comes to Good Works, I’d lie if I have to in order to make sure we don’t lose everything.”
    “Thank you. If we can get this annulled on the only grounds open to me, then it won’t be a problem. If we can’t, then I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen.”
    Owen makes a soft, worried noise and Will wishes he could hug the man and gather strength from him. “You need to call your grandmother. Eleanora will know what to do.”
    Will shivers at the thought. “Maybe. If I can’t resolve it myself.”
    Owen’s silence communicates his disagreement, but he only says, “Call me if you think about drinking again. I’ll be worried until I see you face-to-face.”
    “Thanks, Owen. I’m so sorry about this. When I get home, I’ll get back to working my program.”
    “You work a program every day, Will. So work your program now. But remember, it can’t take you any further than your definition of recovery, and so long as your definition of recovery is Ryan, then it will take you only as far as your relationship with him goes. That’s not something you can bank your life on.”
    “I wish I could.”
    Owen’s breath was soft in his ear. “If wishes were changes…”
    “I wouldn’t be in this mess.”
    “Amen.”
 

     
    Forty-five minutes later, Patrick saunters into the lobby. The Christmas carols piped in overhead are annoyingly cheerful, and the massive Christmas trees dominating the already ornate lobby are gaudy as hell, but he’s full of room service breakfast and therefore in a much better mood. Somehow food fixes a lot of things for him.
    He smirks when Will half stomps and half limps over.
    “You’re late.” Will glares.
    Patrick shrugs. Will’s showered and changed his clothes. He has the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and the top three buttons undone, exposing tantalizing glimpses of that chest hair Patrick woke up with his face nestled against this morning. Patrick has to tilt his head back a little to meet his gaze. “Beauty can’t be rushed.”
    Will runs his eyes over Patrick and then swallows, looking away. “Whatever. I have to tell you something. It’s important.”
    “Hit me.”
    Will looks down at his toes. Patrick can see shame looming up inside him. “It’s a problem with the annulment,” Will murmurs. “I called my attorney and it turns out there are a few more stipulations in the trust than I remembered before.”
    “You better not tell me we can’t get one.”
    He doesn’t meet Patrick’s eyes. “We can. Probably. But it can’t be for any reason we qualify for. Not if I’m going to keep Good Works. There’s only one reason we can possibly give for the annulment.”
    “Oh, I beg to differ. I’ve got nothing to lose here. So I can give any reason I damn well please.”
    “But you don’t have to, is the thing. We can make this happen without Good Works losing anything at all.”
    “Great. Spit it out. I’m brilliant, but I’m not a mind reader.” Patrick taps his fingers against his leg. Catching himself, he shakes out his hand to stop his nervous tick.
    Will’s hot, desperate gaze pierces Patrick. “If I ask for an annulment based on any quote-unquote immoral reason, such as fraud or due to intoxication or drug use, then the trust money reverts back to the Molinaros immediately.”
    “This bizarre focus on marital morality