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One Real Thing

By Anah Crow and Dianne Fox

Nick Addison has taken care of Hollister Welles since college. Though the responsible grad student and the uninhibited partier were total opposites, they had always shared an inexplicable bond. Nick knows he should stop saving the out-of-control Holly, but when Holly hits rock-bottom hard—and publicly—he can’t resist coming to his rescue one last time. Can’t resist the feeling of having Holly
need
him again.

Bringing Holly back to New York City, Nick gives Holly the chance to face his demons and break his dangerous habits—while keeping Holly’s presence a secret from Nick’s wife. He doesn’t want to face Caroline’s hatred of Holly…or the reasons she might have to resent him.

Then the tables are turned. Just as Holly pulls himself together, Nick’s life falls apart. Now it’s up to Holly to bring Nick back from the brink—and to make Nick finally face the desires he’s long denied.

Dear Reader,

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Dedication

For John and Jason. Thank you for your (nearly) infinite patience.

Chapter One

Nick Addison stared at his computer screen and sighed. An email from Rich stood out, bolded and unread, in the list of incoming messages. Rich’s messages were invariably filled with links to gossip sites reporting on their old friend Hollister Welles’s latest exploits. Did Nick really want to know what was in this one?

Yes. In the seven years since Nick finished graduate school, and they’d gone their separate ways—Nick establishing himself in journalism and Holly finishing his undergrad and ending up in public relations—Nick had followed Holly’s adventures through tabloids and the occasional holiday cards they sent to each other. He’d watched Holly barhop through life the same way he’d party-crawled his way through college, flitting between cities and lovers and jobs. Just like in college, Nick couldn’t look away.

 

to:[email protected]

from:[email protected]

Welles never could stay away from the cameras. I don’t have to wonder what’s happening to him. I just wait for the tabloids to tell me. Check it out. Some things never change. I know you take the news too seriously to read this crap, so I do it for you.

http://www.outoutout.com/entertainment/wrong-pressley

http://www.gossipfly.com/entertainment/sierra-lays-down-law

http://www.stargazer.com/gossip/sierra-single-again

Rich

PS: Anne says to say hello to Caroline. Something about that Junior League thing with the charity ball. I wasn’t listening. She’ll know what I mean.

 

Nick clicked the first link and scrolled past several grainy photos of two men making out. One of the men was tall, with short, frosty blond hair. The other might have been any blond surfer type with unruly curls, but Nick knew it was Holly. A familiar surge of heat rushed through him. Nick always told himself it was simply annoyance, but he only ever felt it when Holly was involved. According to the article, the tall one was Simon Pressley. The last Nick had heard Holly was dating some reality TV star named Sierra Pressley.

Oh.
Simon was her brother. God, what had Holly done now?

Nick clicked the next link and saw a blonde in stiletto heels and a skimpy cocktail dress—Sierra Pressley, the caption said—screaming at Holly and threatening him with a bottle. Skimming farther down, Nick found a flash-burned shot of a couple of leggy young women in similarly skimpy dresses who were helping Holly out of the gutter. A quick glance at the surrounding text revealed that Sierra’s bodyguard had thrown Holly out of the party and into the street.

A third photo showed Holly at some other club, sprawled in a corner booth, surrounded by women. In the foreground long bare legs stretched up from a pair of impressively tall stiletto heels planted on the table in front of Holly, then soared up and out of the shot.
Stripper.
In the corner a brunette in a bright red bikini bent over to serve drinks from a tray.

That was just like Holly. Get dumped, get kicked to the curb and go right on partying. Why stop? It wasn’t like anything actually fazed him, not that Nick had ever seen.

And then it got worse. The last link led to photos of Holly’s Bimmer bathed in flames outside an expensive-looking set of condos. Nick gritted his teeth. The plastic casing on his mouse creaked under the strain of his grip. That woman had no right to punish Holly that way, no right to punish him at all if she couldn’t manage to keep him under control. She obviously didn’t deserve him.

Nick made himself close the email. He’d try to find time to call Holly’s office later, but for now, he needed to focus on work. He had to get this exposé on Senator Ingalls to the editor within the hour to make the cutoff for tomorrow’s paper.

As he went over the article one last time, his mind wandered. He couldn’t help pitying the senator—how was she going to feel, finding out her husband had been sleeping with her interns, one after the next, for years? Especially since it was election season and her campaign was in full swing. Nick couldn’t even begin to imagine. Her reelection had seemed like a sure thing, but this would put her job in jeopardy. The blame could be laid entirely at her husband’s feet.

And Nick’s. Not that it would keep him from breaking the story. Reporting on state politics was his job, and he was damn good at it.

“How’s the story coming?”

Nick looked up to see Max, his editor, leaning against the half wall of his cubicle. “Take a look for yourself—I just emailed it to you. Should be in your inbox now. Her husband’s been using her campaign office like his personal brothel, and it’s going to sink her career. The lazy bastard couldn’t even cross the street to screw around on her. I’ll never understand that mentality.”

Max hummed and nodded. “I’ll get back to you in a couple of minutes. I’m going to check in with Sheila about her piece on the bridge funding mess first.”

“No problem.” As Max walked away, Nick checked the clock.

His wife, Caroline, had gotten them tickets to a show. He’d warned her he was working on a big story—that was the most she ever wanted to know about his work, was the story big enough to garner attention?—but that hadn’t swayed her. It was opening night, and everyone who was anyone would be there.

If Max got back to him soon, Nick would be able to get there on time. Barely.

***

Nick managed to get to the Hirschfeld with only seconds to spare. He slid into the seat next to Caroline moments before the lights went down, but long enough for her to grace him with a saccharine smile that assured he’d be hearing about his choice of attire—the same suit he’d worn to work—as well as his timing once the night was over. Then the lights dimmed, and she turned her attention to the stage.

In the cab on the way back to their apartment, Nick turned to Caroline and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “You look lovely tonight.”

“Thanks.” Caroline smiled at him, a reward for stating the obvious. She knew she looked good, but as she’d said when they started dating, she wanted to know he knew it too. “Wish you’d had time to look as good.” She sighed and reached up to tweak his wilted collar. “It’s probably for the best that you arrived so late. If anyone saw you like this, they’d think I was doing charity work. At least you weren’t dressed like that man in the first row. Jeans on opening night. No class.” She patted his thigh. “But I’m glad you made it. I hate sitting alone. People feel sorry for a single girl with an empty seat, you know.”

“The story goes to print in the morning, so my schedule should be back to normal for a while.” Nick kissed her cheek by way of an apology and rushed to change the subject. “I heard from Rich today. Anne says hi and something about a Junior League thing.”

“Oh yes. I’ll call her tomorrow. I’ve been so busy, I’d forgotten. I hardly noticed you weren’t around for the last week. How you keep track of everything without writing it down is beyond me.” Caroline opened her clutch and pulled out her ever-present PDA so she could leave a note for herself. “It’s no wonder things end up slipping your mind once in a while.”

Nick’s organization system—pen, paper, the recorder function on his phone and his memory—had never quite suited Caroline, but it worked for him. “Rich sent me some links to what Holly’s been up to lately. Looks like he’s having a hard run of it.”

“Holly?” Caroline’s laugh was politely derisive. “You mean he’s still at large?” She snapped her clutch closed. “I had no idea he hadn’t managed to wrap his car around a tree or something yet. I suppose I’d’ve heard about it, though. His ambition always did seem to be maximum collateral damage.”

For all that Nick hadn’t seen Holly in years, Caroline’s attitude hurt. Nick’s relationship with Caroline had driven a wedge between him and Holly. In college, they’d stayed close, but once Nick got his master’s and married Caroline, everything had changed.

Once upon a time, he and Holly had been something like friends. Best friends, but not like other people would have defined it. They’d been at odds on every topic, and it had taken Nick a while to work out that their debates had simply been Holly’s way to get closer to him. Even within their circle of friends, Nick’s relationship with Holly had been unique. Holly had flirted with—and often fucked—anyone he could get his hands on, anyone but Nick. Nick had been the one to take care of him and reel him in when he got too far out of bounds. Holly was out of bounds now, had been straying further and further in the last few years, but Nick was too far away to help.

“I’m sure you’d have heard about it,” Nick murmured noncommittally before letting the conversation drift to safer ground. “So what are you and Anne working on?”

Caroline gave him a fond look. “You know, it’s a good thing that repeating myself only helps me to clarify and solidify my already brilliant schemes.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I shall count your lack of attention as one of your many contributions to this marriage. But if you don’t pay attention this time, you’ll find yourself auctioned off at a charity ball.”

She’d do it too. Nick put Holly out of his head and listened to her plans.

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