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    Rockstar
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    congratulations that seemed to be going around. She turned, an easy smile on her lips, breaking the connection.
    JJ knew that the image of her framed in the window, the hauntingly beautiful blushing bride, would remain in his memory forever. Stamped there until his dying day. Because he knew she wasn't just playing a part like he was. She really was a blushing bride, hyped up on the excitement and emotion of the day. After all, hadn't she whispered earlier to him she was too excited to drink any more of the champagne they'd served with the wedding breakfast? Even now he could see she only had a mineral water in her hand. Whereas he was knocking them back, trying to ignore the growing sense of unease in his chest.
    "You're going to hurt her, you know." Logan's voice was bland, as emotionless as JJ had ever heard it. But he still heard the censure behind the words. The subtle disapproval Logan was so good at when he thought JJ was being a prize idiot.
    He sighed.
    "Yeah, I know," he admitted, keeping his face as neutral as possible. Luckily no one seemed in imminent danger of disturbing them, the two men standing at the side of the room, just shy of the door. A much needed break for the groom before he started circulating again.
    "You're still set on this idiotic scheme then?" Logan asked carefully, nursing his glass in one hand as he looked out onto the dance floor. It had been filled since JJ and Zette had taken their first dance and it didn't look like clearing any time soon.
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    JJ shrugged. Even though Logan didn't say it, he knew what he meant. It wasn't really proper to mention the divorce when the ink was drying on the marriage certificate and the reception still underway. Not that Logan would care about what was proper, blunt was his way.
    "It's done now, I'm committed."
    Logan snorted, lifting his glass and draining it in one long swallow. "You know what I meant. You're committed to this, not the other. Sure you want to follow through with it? I can destroy those papers in the morning for you," he offered, placing his empty glass on the table next to them, his eyes intent as he looked at JJ.
    JJ didn't answer, just looking out over the crowd, a drink in one hand and his other hand shoved deep into a pocket. Did he want to divorce Zette after a year? A year was all he needed to fulfil the clause in his grandfather's will and he had sole control of Jensen Inc.
    But what about after that? He'd seen them parting after a year and going their separate ways. Probably before that if he was honest. Whilst he had a better track record than Logan, his affairs rarely lasted a year. He lost interest, moved on. If they got clingy, he just stayed out of the country. As an avoidance tactic, it worked wonders. If he needed to, he could always head overseas for the latter part of the year to get out of the way.
    But, and here was the rub, did he want to? There was just something about Zette that had him fascinated and, if she was in love with him ... He squashed the guilt that had been plaguing him most of the evening again. She'd left him, all 79
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    those years ago. He'd thought he'd loved her, he'd worried about her, and she'd left him. She deserved everything she got.
    He finished his drink and shook his head. "No, keep them.
    I'll need them," he said firmly.
    Logan just shrugged, "Pity, she's a pretty little thing. I might have a go when you're done."
    JJ didn't move. Couldn't move for the rage that surged through him. Hot and immediate it set his heart pounding, galvanizing his whole body. The thought of someone else touching her, even a man he considered as close as a brother, made his blood boil. She was his , no one else's.
    "Try it and you're a dead man," he promised on a low growl, his teeth gritted to restrain the urge to swing at his friend.
    Logan chuckled, "Green-eyed monster raising its ugly head there? You might want to think on