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He glanced up then, catching the figure looming in the entranceway.

Okay, now he remembered why he turned them down when they first asked him to join the band.

Suffocating. Overwhelmed. Now he knew what the expression 'drowning in desire' truly meant.

Actually, he was pissed with Tom.

Yet, he couldn't help but stare at the beautiful woman since she happened to be his only competition for Tom's affection.

But those sixty-five days when Dagmar called his lover her own was like a knife cutting through his heart.

Robin rose from the chair. For the past week he'd been avoiding these two and he was ready to bolt once again.

He made sure and grabbed Robin's spare room key from his jacket pocket when he headed for the door.

"Spare me!" Dagmar cried out. "Another excuse. Face it; you were in bed with your floozy!"

"This has nothing to do with commitment or marriage! I truly care about him."

Christ, why did Rick ask him to talk to Robin? Once again he was cleaning up Tom's mess.

Robin glowered, quickly looking away when Dagmar sashayed into the lounge, giving her tinkly, lady-like laugh. He reached for his wallet. Time to leave.

Too long. Fuck, seven months since he felt this man underneath him.

They both smirked, hands roaming, lips melded together and tongues entwined. The door gave a click as Tom yanked it shut.

Man, he was sick of being the friend. He longed for Robin to see him as a flesh and blood man.

He glanced over his shoulder, looking to the bed. His jaw slackened, eyes widening in disbelief. What the fuck?

Rick hesitated. Fuck, how he longed to kick Bun E. and Robin square in the ass. Actually, he just wanted to kick the entire band in the ass.

Today was his wedding day. He should be excited, overwhelmed, rejoicing - but he didn't feel like the typical groom.

Tom and Dagmar were in a corner, talking with Brad Whitford and Joey Kramer. Yet, Tom's eyes kept averting to where Robin stood.

Oh Lord, this wasn't good. Tom, Robin and Dagmar were jammed in the doorway.

All willpower vanished. He turned to meet Robin's gaze.

"I'm gonna be in Beverly Hills for the holidays. It's where I live. I can't spend the holidays in Rockford. How the hell would I begin explaining it to Dag?"

Now all he had left to do was wait for Robin.

Robin dropped the suitcase. Shock. Complete and utter shock.

Tom set down the phone, frowning. Ever since the twenty-sixth he'd been trying to phone Robin and still no answer.

"Welp, it's too late. I'll finish the album, but afterwards you guys are on your own," Tom simply said.

Rick sat four rows ahead, neck craned as he gave a groan, easily spotting the lust in Pete's eyes.

Jon held Robin's icy stare.

Robin laced his fingers through Jon's, also rising off the sofa.

Disastrous. It was the only word Tom could come up with to describe his experience after leaving Cheap Trick.

Bun E. stepped around his drum set, taking a seat on the sofa. "What about Robin?"

"Oh, spare me," Robin spat out as he whipped around, eyes narrowed and filled with hate. "Is this what you said to Bun and Rick?"

He should be miffed, even livid since Tom put him through a living hell, but he wasn't.

Everything works if you let it, if you let it in your heart.