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  Clearly, it took a certain amount of strength to do that and make it look like it was no big deal. But he’d bet dollars to donuts Neil didn’t know jack about a band saw and a drill.

  He’d also bet dollars to donuts that Mel didn’t really care that Neil didn’t know a piece of knotty pine from a two-by-four.

  Which meant they were worlds apart.

  She was never going to build a house, and he was sure as hell never going to dance a waltz. Turning him down was probably the best thing to happen to him in a long time. Mel came from high-maintenance living. He knew that lifestyle, and it was one he wanted no part of. Simplifi ed was the way to go.

  Yet, that didn’t keep Drew’s eyes from straying to her face, serene in the low lighting, soft and so feminine it left his gut aching. It didn’t make him take himself out the door either.

  Instead, he watched, fi xated by how lovely she was, admiring the swell of her hips pressed to Neil’s and the long length of her leg when she sent it upward in an arc of graceful air to let it land behind her with her toe pointed at the fl oor.

  She stole the breath from his lungs, and he wasn’t sure if it was because her love for this thing called ballroom dancing was so evident, almost something he could taste, or because of the way she moved across the fl oor like a goddess even with mussed hair and frumpy clothes.

  He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

  “Jasper was right.”

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  Drew jumped at the sound of his aunt’s voice. “About?”

  “He said you were over here moonin’ over Mel. Called me right up on his cell phone to tell me, he did.”

  He felt suddenly spiteful and it leaked into his words. “I’m not mooning. I was here to pick you up. Or at least I thought I was. Where have you been, lady?”

  “Can’t pick someone up who ain’t here. I was banned from ‘Dancing with the Waitin’ on Their Room in Heaven’ crowd for a week. So you must be here for Mel.” Myriam thumped his shoulder. “She’s somethin’, huh? Pretty as a picture. Too bad you don’t dance, Drew McPhee. Sure looks like whoever that hottie is dancing with her is enjoying himself.” She cackled her characteristically evil laugh.

  He willed himself to tear his eyes from Mel’s luscious body and focus on his aunt’s craggy face. “Nate said you needed a ride back to Mom and Dad’s after Mel’s class.”

  “And that’s why you dressed up and put some cologne on? For me?” She tugged at his fi tted shirt. The one he wore for special occasions and on Sunday if his mother forced him to go to church with her.

  “I was dirty after work.”

  “You were horny after work, pal,” she said dryly.

  Drew hid a smile. “You’re a dirty old lady, Myriam Hernandez.”

  “And you’re a besotted middle- aged man, Drew McPhee. Own it, bucko. Nothin’ wrong with likin’ a pretty girl. And Mel is pretty. And I don’t need a ride— you read the calendar wrong.”

  “Then I’ll take you home.” With reluctance, he turned away as Neil and Mel’s dance ended, wanting to be anywhere but in the rec center when the lights went up.

  “Sorry about the mistake, but I don’t need your ride, boy. I’m waitin’ for Jasper. We got a date. Why don’t you wait for Mel? Maybe she needs a ride.”

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  the dreamy look she gave Neil when their dance ended. “As long as you’re okay, Aunt Myriam, I’m out.” He turned to make his way to the door while fi ghting his ridiculous resentment for Neil Jensen.

  “Chicken,” Myriam taunted after him.

  He was no chicken. He’d asked her out and she’d turned him down. Mel’s Bell’s apparently wasn’t interested in a man who wasn’t schooled in the arts and didn’t have more money than brain cells.

  He could take rejection.

  Even if he had to spend every day of the school year with Ms.

  Rejection.

  Shit.

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  Mel sat across from Neil at the Greek Meets Eat Diner while she picked at a Caesar salad, and he consumed a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. “Don’t they feed you in Hollywood?” she commented with a grin.

  “I’m catching up on my carbs,” he joked, shooting her one of his dashing smiles. “I can’t eat like this during the show because it weighs me down, so every once in a while I indulge. Nothing beats Jersey diners. So when in Rome.” He slipped another mouthful of pasta between his lips and wiggled his eyebrows.

  “I lingered a little too long in Rome.” Mel grimaced when she pinched a small roll of fat lying directly under her ribs.

  Neil gave her a thoughtful glance. “What happened, Mel? Why the hell didn’t you call me? You know I would have come and gotten you and Weez. You could have stayed with me.”

  “And done what when I got to your place, Neil? I had no money …

  no …”

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  should have heard it from you, Mel. I felt like total shit when I found out. And I could have gotten you something on Celebrity Ballroom.”

  Mel’s face fl ushed with shame. “I was so humiliated I didn’t know which way was up, and I get the feeling no one who watches Celebrity Ballroom wants to see rolls of fl esh seeping out from beneath my feathers and rhinestones. Besides, all that spray tanning has to be a lot to keep up with.”

  Neil laughed, a laugh she’d missed. They’d only seen each other occasionally over the years, and it was almost always when Stan wasn’t around. Mel had never understood the tension between the two men, but it was palpable and uncomfortable and had kept Neil away often over the years.

  Yet, when she and Neil were together, it was always like old times— like they were still meeting at Miss Gina’s fi ve days a week to practice. “It’s a damn good paycheck and a consistent one to boot, especially at my age. I’m grateful to have work. Work I love, and you’re not fat, Mel. I didn’t have any trouble lifting you tonight. Just like the old days.”

  When she was ninety pounds soaking wet? Right. “The hell you didn’t. I heard you grunt. Thank God for deaf seniors and loud music.”

  “Okay, so you put on a couple of pounds, but it looks good on you.

  All you need is a little toning up. I still think you’re more beautiful than ever.”

  Mel put her fork down and toyed with the edge of her napkin. She and Neil, once they’d hit their hormonal fl uxes at thirteen or so, had always known they’d never be anything but friends. His compliment, while a stab at comforting her bad body image, was ludicrous. She fl icked a fi nger under his nose. “I don’t need you to whitewash what I look like. I see it in the mirror every day.”

  Neil shook his shaggy blond head, his mouth a thin line of anger.

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  “No you don’t. You see what Stan told you to see. I’ve shut my mouth for a long time out of respect for you about that asshole, but not anymore. Stan’s a jackass for doing what he’s done. Did he really take the studio and not leave you a penny?”

  Terror gripped Mel’s stomach for a moment then ease
d when she remembered she had a job and a pending paycheck.

  So, fi ne. A big thumbs-up to Maxine for being right about at least the relief that security brought. “He did, and I haven’t spoken to him since just after he left for auditions for the show. Everything after the press informed me he was doing Yelena was done through his lawyers. I didn’t have one because I couldn’t afford one, and I wouldn’t let my father pay for one. So I signed papers because despite the fact that I did love Stan once— or thought I loved him—I don’t want a cheat and a liar. There was nothing else to say because of the prenup, so that was that.”

  Neil’s fi st clenched, the veins in his hand pulsing. “Jesus Christ, Mel. That’s brutal.”

  “What I don’t get is why he was so cruel about it in the process.

  Stan wasn’t a horrible person, despite your deep dislike for him. Yes, he was self- absorbed and impatient, but he was once very good to me. If he’d come to me and asked me for a divorce because he’d fallen in love with someone else, yeah, that would have hurt, but to turn it into a tabloid fi asco by letting me fi nd out from a reporter and then enforce that stupid prenup I signed, like I would have taken all his money from him and left him bankrupt, leaves me baffl ed. And hurt. So hurt I almost couldn’t breathe from it for a while.”

  Yet, as she spoke the words, she realized Stan’s betrayal didn’t hurt as much as it had for the fi rst couple of months. It still hadn’t stopped her from wanting to know why he’d let the press have at her in such a vicious fashion and afterward would only speak to her through his lawyers.

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  Someday, if she ever had the courage, and she could get past his brood of angry security guards and locked gates, she’d like an answer.

  For now, it was okay to avoid any sort of drama. She was up to her eyeballs with drama.

  “So it’s true? The reports on Hollywood Scoop and in the papers?

  The prenup’s really ironclad?”

  “Locked up tight like a virgin in a nunnery.”

  “The fuck.” He threw his napkin on the table and sat back in the booth.

  “That seems to be the sentiment.”

  “The least the asshole could have done was leave you something.

  You know, because he’s fi lthy rich? Christ, it isn’t like you didn’t devote your entire life to him. If nothing else, he should have given you something out of decency. What a selfi sh, egotistical prick,” Neil sneered.

  “I didn’t want his money, but the dance studio … that defi -

  nitely hurt.” God, it had hurt as surely as if he’d stabbed her over and over.

  Neil reached across the table and rubbed her knuckles. “Did you still love him when this went down? Or more appropriately, do you still love him now?”

  Mel’s grainy eyes ached. “I loved who he was as an artist, but I’m beginning to wonder what I’d fi nd if you took away all the wide- eyed surprise because someone as famous as Stan fell in love with me. If what I felt for Stan was anything more than a crush on my childhood idol that I, in all my youth, mistook for real love, keeps me up at night lately. I’m not sure I understand the concept of love— or even what it means to fi nd the ‘one’ everyone talks about. I thought I had, but Stan and I grew apart probably as early as fi ve years into our marriage. I began to want to settle down, and Stan loved roaming the world. I kept hoping it would change, and it never did. So I settled 9780425245507_WaltzThisWay_TX_p1-344.indd 83

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  because I took vows— and I took them seriously. The glue that held us together was our love of the craft. We just loved it differently.”

  Neil’s eyes were distant. “You were defi nitely starstruck. Don’t think I don’t remember all those gushing phone calls after that fi rst audition in New York for his Off- Broadway play.”

  She remembered. Or more aptly, she remembered the gushing phone calls fi lled with screams of excitement when Stan began to woo her. The deep emotions she’d thought she’d experienced, clearly clouded by admiration for Stan, weren’t as easily summoned today. “I just couldn’t believe someone like Stan could fall in love with someone as unlikely as me.”

  Neil squinted in her direction. “Well, the rest of us could. You’re a beautiful woman. I hate to tell you this, but back in the day, not many rivaled your ass. It was mesmerizing, and Stan wasn’t getting any younger.”

  “Unlike in the here and now where it’s just lumpy.”

  Neil’s anger, though she appreciated a good BFF high fi ve for Stan’s ass-o-holic behavior, was a vibe she literally felt roll off him when he spat, “Lay off the self- fl agellation with me, okay? This is me.

  Neil. It’s bullshit, and I’m not going anywhere until you see it’s bullshit. I’ve rented a furnished effi ciency here in town, and I’ve got three months of nothing but time on my hands with the occasional charity appearance back in L. A. till the show starts again after the New Year. So guess what we’re going to do?”

  Her lips lifted in a smile. Neil was here. Finally, somebody had decided she needed a break. “I hope it involves canned frosting.

  Chocolate’s my favorite, but I’d settle for vanilla.”

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  mix. I need a workout partner to keep me on track while the show’s on hiatus.”

  “So you’re telling me you couldn’t possibly maintain that rock-hard physique without my love and affection in the mix?”

  “And your jiggly thighs.”

  She sputtered on her water with lemon. “How can you afford to leave your life to save mine?”

  “Because you’re my oldest friend, and I wasn’t doing anything important anyway.”

  Neil’s aversion to long- term relationships had always baffl ed her.

  He had so much to offer, and he understood a woman like no man she’d ever known. Yet he fell into one affair after the other like he was just biding his time instead of investing in a future that meant he wouldn’t be alone someday.

  “Don’t you have a girlfriend, playa? Someone who’s going to be royally tweaked that you’re spending all this time with your ex-, now-fat, dance partner? I don’t need some angry, totally in shape and capable of kicking my ass twenty- three- year- old hunting me down because I stole her man. You do remember Mary Swarofsky, right? It was a good thing my knees were so strong or she’d have taken me out in the parking lot at school. I don’t have that in me these days. I just can’t duck as quickly.”

  Neil laughed when he nodded. “I remember, and nope, no crazy bitches hell- bent on revenge. I’m free as a felon whose charges were dismissed.”

  “How do you manage to keep all those hot L. A. women at bay? I don’t get it. You’re a good- looking guy. No, you’re a great- looking guy who’s on a hit TV show with every variety of woman imaginable drooling over you. But here you are, forty and single.”

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  believe maybe somewhere along the way, there had been someone and it had left him with a lingering ache, but then he shrugged casually. “Chalk
it up to every cliché you can think of. I’m a ramblin’ man.

  I get bored easily, and let’s not forget, I’m probably as self- absorbed as Stan was. I’m just not as much of an asshole. I’d have left you a couple of bucks for all those years of devotion.”

  Something didn’t ring true in his words. She didn’t doubt Neil was and always would be one of her best friends. But to up and leave L. A. when he could be taking on other choreographing jobs in his downtime from the show? That wasn’t like the Neil she knew.

  “Okay, so now tell me the real reason you’re here. Why are you doing this?”

  “Because I owe you, Mel.”

  There was that fi erce tone in his voice again. One she didn’t grasp the origins of. “Owe me?”

  “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve regretted not trying to keep you from marrying Stan since this all went down. Can’t sleep for the shit he’s put you through. Hell, I danced at your wedding and drank that Dom like I didn’t have objections. I did. Major ones.”

  Mel ran her fi nger around the rim of the glass as she called up the memory. “I remember. You made a little bit of a scene at my shower, as I recall. But you were drunk— so I forgave you.”

  Neil nodded, his face lined in misery. “I was drunk, but I wasn’t wrong. I knew it then, and I regret the hell out of it now. I should have made you listen to me.”

  “No one could have stopped me, Neil. Not even my parents’

  objections stopped me. I was an adult— even if I was only a newer one. I made my bed. Now I’m lying in it.”

  “Well, you’re not going to lie in it while you consume kettle chips and cake batter.”

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  “Frosting.”