Girls' Guide to Flirting with Danger by Kimberly Lang Read Free Book Online Page A

Talk to your wife before you get any more advice from a divorce lawyer. You may be partly right—I do tend to look for ways to heal a marriage. It’s my nature and my job. But a divorce lawyer makes his money off your unhappiness and therefore has an unhealthy interest in your attempts to reconcile with your spouse.”
    Devin heard the caller take a deep breath. “I’ll think about what you said, Dr. Megan.”
    Megan was good—he’d give her that—but the smug smile tugging at the corners of her mouth and the mocking lift of her eyebrows told him she knew it, too. He’d had a lot thrown at him in the past forty-eight hours, but this new side of Megan was the hardest of all to grasp.
    â€œThat’s all I ask. Good luck, Pete, to both you and your wife. I hope you can figure out what’s best for you both in the long term.”
    Kate took the opportunity to break in. “And on that note, we need to take a short break for your local news update and a message from our sponsors.” A second later she indicated they were clear, and Kate began to gush. “You two are fabulous together! The chemistry is just amazing and the audience is eating it up. Have you seen the call queue? The mail piling up in the show’s in-box? You guys are a hit! I knew you would be!” Kate wiggled in her chair, something he recognized as her “ratings dance.” “Oh, and you have three minutes.”
    He took off his headphones and Megan did the same, a confused look on her face. “Three minutes of what?”
    â€œA break.” He moved the mics out of the way. “What the hell was that about?”
    She’d started reaching for her water when he mentioneda break, but his angry question had her responding in an equally snide tone. “What was what about?”
    â€œCounseling my callers?”
    â€œSorry, but that’s my job.” Megan didn’t sound the least bit sorry, and that tweaked his ire a little more.
    â€œNot on my show, it’s not. My callers want advice about breaking up, not psychobabble about making up.”
    â€œThere was absolutely no psychobabble at all in anything I said to that caller. Just the truth. Maybe divorce is the best thing for that guy and his wife, but I’m not going to sit here and let you dish out all that bitterness on someone who might be able to be happy if you didn’t egg him on and make him believe a divorce is the best idea ever.”
    â€œSometimes it is. You said so yourself. And you would know, of course.”
    Megan’s eye began to twitch. “You’re not wrong about that. Trust me when I say that divorcing you was certainly the best idea I ever had.”
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    I really do need some anger-management classes. Megan winced inwardly at the nasty remark that hung in the air between them.
    Being around Devin—and the tension that proximity caused—was doing bad things to her brain and releasing the brake on her tongue. What had she expected? Things to be different?
    Doing the same thing and expecting different results was the classic definition of insanity. Doctor, heal thyself.
    But the words were out there now, and she couldn’t see a graceful retreat from them. Too much of their past had been stirred up for that.
    Dev’s eyes narrowed, telling her she’d scored a direct hit with that outburst. “And yet you claim to be a marriage advocate. The hypocrisy doesn’t bother you?”
    Oh, now he’d crossed a line. “Hypocrisy? You’re getting on your soapbox about hypocrisy? That’s a laugh. You’re the biggest hypocrite on the planet. And, again, I’m in a position to know that for a fact. Too bad it’s not grounds for divorce in Illinois. I’d have gotten more alimony.”
    Kate’s voice came over a small speaker. “Um, guys? I hate to interrupt—this looks, um, fascinating—but you’ve got one