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He ducked back into the tent, found beer, then another, and another. Someone handed him a water bottle. He looked up and blearily focused on Suzanne. She smiled, sat with him a while and let him rant about Sara. Then after he'd downed three waters she got up, keeping her hand on his arm.

"You have got to purge her Craig. She's Jack's; she always will be. I've known him a long time, and I can tell this is what is meant to be for them both. Do whatever you must, but get her out of your system." She pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he'd stood holding her close before she could slip away. He would not fuck up his friendship with this amazing woman by thinking he needed anything more from her. No way; not this time. He needed a friend more than he needed a lover right now.

"Thanks," he whispered in her ear, and then turned away, hands in his pockets. He walked the six blocks to Sara's condo complex and sat on the porch until she showed up. She opened the door and he followed her in, his ears buzzing and his vision blurry from too much booze and tension. Their words were angry, hurtful on purpose, and when he yanked her close and kissed her, the fury remained. He should have left, but his body gave him different commands. His cock hurt it was so hard, and her smell, the lusty pheromones that were so part and parcel of Sara made him dizzy. He heard her breathy commands, felt his hands ripping at her clothes. "Don't be so fucking nice," she said.
Fine. He'd show her fucking nice.
She dropped to her knees and sucked him down her throat making him gasp and grip her hair, the temptation to just blow pretty strong.

"Stand up goddamn it." He yanked her to her feet turned her around and pounded into her, but she was wet and ready, and that made him groan and break every rule he'd been taught. "Harder," she commanded. He came, without a single concern for her, but knew they climaxed together as they usually did, in sync on everything. Everything except the ability to go beyond that moment.  The rest was a blur of angry words and rough sex more than once. By the time he woke, nearly falling onto the floor he was so far from her side of the bed, his head pounded and his mouth so dry he could spit sand.

He stumbled into the kitchen and saw his phone on the floor where it had fallen out of his jeans that still lay in a crumpled heap with her clothes. Embarrassment burned high and bright, making him wince. God, he was not that guy. He had no business doing that to her. He didn't even want her – and she sure as hell did not want him, and he knew it. He squinted his eyes at an email on the small screen and saw that a client he'd been courting had agreed to sign a listing agreement with him. So at least there was that, despite the steaming pile of shit that was his life at that moment.

He found a pan, some bacon and put on coffee, then called his brother to gloat a little over getting the listing out from under none other than Jack Gordon himself. When he felt a tap on his shoulder and saw the dark angry eyes of the woman he'd treated so badly the night before, he knew it was the end of whatever beginning they'd shared.

Chapter Twelve

Later that morning he sat in his truck, gripping the steering wheel staring at Gordon's huge, perfect house.
That rat bastard. He fucked everything up. But did he, really? Or did Craig just drop into the middle of a shit storm and get buffeted like everyone else?
He sighed, looked down, then put the SUV in drive and pointed it towards to Suzanne . His need to see her, talk to her, to be calm in her presence was overwhelming. She did that for him, and he tried not to read anything into it. Besides, he had to go to his brother's wedding in Louisville, and his family was expecting him to arrive the next day. They sat, sipped coffee, she listened, and he left, feeling slightly better about his extremely shitty behavior towards Sara.

The trip down to the wedding weekend was long, and painful, fraught with bouts of hangover sleepiness and boredom. Finally, she called. "Hey," he said, using the hands-free device and smiling at the memory of her from the previous morning. He had felt like such a complete loser for treating Sara so badly – when she was vulnerable and he went Cro-Magnon man on her. A total loser move. But Suzanne had bucked him up, made him laugh. The sound of her light tone on the other end of the line lifted his heart like nothing else.

"You awake?"

"Barely. Talk dirty to me. That'll keep me going."

"Hmm. Maybe. I'll have to ponder the nature of our relationship."

"Yeah, well, ponder it into some 'what are you wearing,' sort of chatter will ya?"

"Ok, how about this? Tell me about your brother. The one getting married."

He smiled at her deflection and humored her. "Rick is my closest brother. He was twelve when I was born. He and Lillian are both lawyers, but she works in the public defender's office in Louisville and he's some corporate hack."

"Why is everyone down there? Didn't you guys grow up in Grosse Pointe or someplace?"

"Yeah, no, we came from Louisville. My dad was head of the big truck plant there. I... we all grew up there for the most part. We moved to Michigan when I was a junior in high school – all my brothers were already out of the house. It sucked."

"I can imagine."

"So," he rolled his head around, "I finished high school, swam, had no friends. Then I went to U of M for a year and a half in a three-year math/science fast-track program. I was going to med school, maybe, or just getting a Masters' and PhD in Chemistry. That was my area, I guess. Then, my dad died and I just…lost interest or something." It sounded lame even to his own ears, and he was embarrassed for telling her.

"Understandable. You were close to him?"

"Very," he gulped. The time he spent in mourning was still a dark hole in his memory.

"Sorry." She stayed silent a minute. "You're pretty special, I think. I can see how much you care for Sara. I loved her brother once, too. It's a pretty convoluted crazy story. I'll spare you."

He frowned. He'd heard the rumors about her and Blake, remembered her comments from the tailgate party, but the guy seemed fairly entrenched with his male partner, Rob. Since Craig heard the warning in her voice, he let it drop. "So, about the dirty talk. Seriously I am hitting the wall here, sweetie. Throw me a bone why don't ya?"

She laughed, and the sound was like a balm to his aching psyche.
Could it be her?
He shook his head and focused on her words, kept the car pointed south. If he had to chart his growth as a man, he would start it with him as center of the universe in a large, boisterous household. He'd truly been king of that mountain. His growing up years were predictable, filled with the usual drama of a house full of teenaged boys but insulated by a father who made plenty of money to support them and a mother who was a fierce organizer, managing their many sports schedules and lives with alacrity.

Move to himself, as a quickly-maturing young man in high school, blatantly seduced as a junior by a teacher and enjoying the hell out of his years as her student. He sighed and ran a hand down his face. Next would be the chaos of college, the newbie sensations barely overcome before the bottom dropped out of his world with his dad's death. This followed by a long road of wrong turns, bad choices and mistakes, with Lindsay as the end of the screw ups. Or so he thought.  But then there was Sara, a seeming continuation of them, and now, Suzanne, something different and much more special. He listened to her talk to him about everything and nothing, and he talked back, all of the way, until he pulled into the drive of his mother's house in Louisville.

* * *

He watched his brother get married, lifted his glass in toasts, and sat brooding through the reception. Various nieces and nephews ran around tearing the place up as he got steadily more drunk. He smiled over at an attractive girl, recognizing her from high school and found himself at one point pressing her into a corner, kissing her and imagining, not Sara, but the small, perky redhead with the sad eyes in his arms. After he'd made her gasp through a quick orgasm at the ends of his fingers and she had rubbed him off behind some trees, they sat on the grass, passing a beer bottle back and forth. He hated himself at that moment, more than he ever had. "I'm sorry," he said, meaning it, "I shouldn't have done that. I…I have a…never mind. I think I must be a sex addict."

The girl laughed and stood, pulling him to his wobbly feet. "It's okay Craig, don't worry, I won't stalk you or anything. Besides," she said, kissing him softly, "you seemed so sad and you were never a sad guy. I thought I'd make you smile."

"Yeah, you did," he gave her that smile, after squeezing her hand gently, then pulled the phone from his pockets. He sent one text to Sara, ending with:
"Guard your heart. It's important to me."
She was headed to a fancy party to celebrate the opening of Gordon's new downtown building. Something in Craig knew the guy would be lying in wait for her, was willing to do anything to get her back, and honestly, Craig couldn't blame him one bit.

His next text was to Suzanne.
"I want to see you when I get back. Take you out."

"Like on a date?"
She shot back, making him smile.

"No, like on a polar expedition. Yeah, a date,
you goof."

"Okay. I'd like that."

He shut off his phone, jumped up on the dance floor and enjoyed himself for the first time in months. He sat with Lillian, Rick, Grace, and Brian at midnight, passing a champagne bottle around the group. His middle brothers, Travis and Allen were already gone with their wives and newborns. He pointed at Lil.

"Tell me if this guy turns into an asshole, okay?"

"Fuck you, punk," Rick said, grabbing the bottle and taking a slug.

 "Come home Craig," Grace said, putting her arm around him. "Please."

He sighed, picturing the small, smart-mouthed redhead he'd talked to nearly all the way down from Michigan. His phone had been hot to the touch by the time he'd pulled into his sister's driveway. But he would have talked more, just to keep her voice in his ear. "No. Not yet. I think I'm gonna go back to school.  I have another few months to use my 'get into Michigan free' pass."

"It's a girl, isn't it?"

"No. Yes. Maybe. None of your damn business."

"Is it that one, Craig," Lillian asked, "the one that you talked to me about?"

"No," he said, pondering the reality of truly letting Sara go. "It's not. It's someone else.  Someone … better."

Chapter Thirteen

"Where's Sara?" he asked when he got back to the office after two weeks at  home with his family.

"She's around. Not feeling well though." The receptionist shot him a funny look.

"Oh?" A tiny alarm bell rang in his brain, but he ignored it in favor of trying to piece his real estate life back together and plan his next step with Suzanne. He wanted so badly to take their friendship a step further, but her innate at-arms-length stance he knew would take some time to breach.

He didn't see Sara for another two weeks and by then his anxiety about her was at a fever pitch. He'd heard she had gone down to Florida to visit her parents all of a sudden, which was odd, but he tried to shrug it off. He still hadn't been able to pin Suzanne down on a date, and it was starting to piss him off. Her continued excuses and deflections were beyond frustrating. "Hey," a deep voice interrupted him. He looked up to see Jack Gordon dressed to the nines, as usual, staring right at him. He stood, his nerves on the alert. The guy looked haggard around the edges, but he oozed a pissed-off alpha male vibe that set Craig's teeth on edge.

"Yes?" he asked.

"We need to talk, I think."

"Really? I don't."

Jack leaned on his cubicle doorway. "Well, then I'll talk and you listen."

Craig stayed silent.

"I love Sara," Jack stated, shocking him a little. "And you need to back the fuck off."

Anger quickly replaced shock, but he forced himself to continue the silence.

"That's pretty much it, Robinson. You got anything to say?"

Craig pushed himself up off the desk where he'd been leaning and stepped straight into Gordon's personal space. The man didn't back down an inch. "Yeah, I do. You need to become less of a supreme asshole if you think she's ever going to be with you in any significant way."

Jack glared at him.

His heart pounded. "That's right. Less a selfish dickhead and more a  real man would go a long fucking way to making her happy. Ever thought about that?"

"Sounds like you have," Jack ground out. The men stood, toe to toe for a couple of seconds. "And I'm here to tell you right now you can stop thinking about her for any fucking reason whatsoever."

Craig let his inner contrarian rule for a split second. "I am fairly certain that
you
," he poked the guy's chest, "are in no position to tell
me
what to do about anyone or anything."

Jack's eyes narrowed. "Out of my space pretty boy," he growled. "And I'll leave you alone."

"Last I checked you are in my space Gordon. So get your cocky ass out of here, before I…" his last words were drowned out by the sound of his own breath leaving his lungs in a whoosh. Jack hauled back for another blow to his gut but Craig sidestepped him, landing a left-handed punch to the man's cheekbone. A couple of agents stepped in then and pulled them apart. Jack glared at him, but Craig's head was suddenly clear.

"I'm not who she wants. But by God Gordon, you better man-the-fuck up and be what she needs or I will kill you."

Jack turned and left the office at the exact moment Sara called, telling him she needed him to come over. That she had something she needed to tell him and Jack, at the same time.

Thirty minutes later he sat, stunned, staring at her. Jack stood and started pacing, throwing out questions. Craig had nothing to contribute, so remained silent. Of all the sex he'd had in his life, he'd never once even had a minor pregnancy scare, despite his aversion to condoms. He had an annual checkup for the usual nastiness and always came out smelling like a rose. Sara's face paled, and she jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Craig followed her, no longer caring where Jack was or what he thought. He held her after she threw up, let her cry, then still feeling fuzzy, he stumbled out to his bike and leaned on it a second.