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Joe to feel the gravity of offending a scion of the Molinaro family. “I’m sure you recognize that name.”
    “I don’t care who your daddy is, honey. There are no grounds for annulment since ‘changed my mind’ isn’t on the list and you’ve already said you were of sound mind, not intoxicated, and there has been no fraud.”
    “Oh my God.” Will finally snaps, his voice rising hysterically. “We don’t want to be married anymore! What do you not understand about that?”
    Joe shrugs patiently. Clearly this isn’t the first time he’s dealt with a hysterical bridegroom wanting out of his vows without consequence. “Them’s the breaks. Speaking of, it’s my lunch break. Oh, and just in case you thought you might come back later and try this on a different clerk? I’ve put a little note next to your names in the computer.” Joe winks at them.
    “Why, thank you, Joe,” Patrick says. “You’re an ass.”
    Joe grins good-naturedly. “You should get some diaper rash cream for your husband’s ass. It’ll help with that ache.” He winks again and puts up a CLOSED sign.
    Patrick and Will don’t look at each other as they retreat from the courthouse and flag another cab.
    Back in Patrick’s hotel room, Will paces back and forth. “What are we going to do now?”
    “We’re going to get a divorce,” Patrick says matter-of-factly from where he’s sprawled on the bed. He’s got his laptop open, and he’s found no fewer than five sites that guarantee a divorce in Nevada within two days. He’s already fired off an email to one of them, and their automated reply gave them an appointment for the next morning.
    In the meantime, he’s got room service on the way, and he needs to get the word out to his shortlist of prestigious clinics about his availability. He can’t wait to start poaching patients from Schaeffer, Morris, and the whole Atlanta team. As far as he’s concerned, now that he’s decided to move ahead without concern for Will’s issues, everything’s set. It amazes him that he can solve a problem in ten minutes when it takes other people days and gobs of worry to never solve the problem at all. Being a genius in an idiotic world is either very tedious or very awesome. Most days he can’t tell which.
    “I cannot get a divorce, Patrick,” Will grits out, long fingers tugging at his blond hair in frustration.
    “You need to learn the difference between can’t and won’t. And, lucky for me, you don’t have a choice in the matter.” Patrick tracks Will’s progress along the strip of floor between the bed and the window. His ass looks marvelous, and on his way back across the room his broad shoulders and dimpled chin command Patrick’s attention.
    Will glares. “What do you mean?”
    Patrick shoves the laptop his direction, showing him the email he’s just sent off to Three Step Divorce dot com.
    “Oh my God, what have you done, Patrick?”
    “I’ve started down the path to freedom. I’m getting rid of my ball and chain. What do you mean, ‘what have I done’? Do you really expect that I’m going to just stay married to you? Because of some money ?”
    “It’s not just some money, Patrick. It’s hundreds of millions of dollars that can go to charities like Doctors Without Borders, or to help kids with leukemia, or to provide the research grant for a scientific breakthrough that can save thousands of lives. It provides healthcare for hundreds of Native Americans on the reservations in South Dakota, and it’s building a whole new neurology unit in Healing, which is upgrading our hospital to a regional facility to benefit the residents of four states. Doesn’t that mean something to someone like you, Dr. McCloud? Or are you really so cold that you’d rather see all that money go back into the hands of a crime family, where it’ll be used to pay the salaries of assassins, or to set up drug cartels, or—”
    Patrick holds up his hand. “Fine, fine, fine. You can stop before