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have to make this work.”
    Tate sighed. Bobby was right. He liked his job and had a professional standard to maintain. “Fine, but I’m getting out of here, so I can listen in peace.” He held up a hand before Bobby could shoot down the idea. “I’ll be back by two. I won’t be late. Yesterday was out of my control.”
    He exited his office and made the short trip to his car. Horrible traffic notwithstanding, driving relaxed him. Taking his pride and joy, his Mercedes G550, out on the road cleared his head. Lately, he’d been taking more drives than usual.
    Tate started the SUV and turned on the radio. As he exited the parking lot, a car insurance commercial ended and the Noelle Knows intro played.
    “Hello, everyone. Welcome to Noelle Knows . I’m Noelle Butler, and I’m at your service. Last night, I got an email from a listener seeking advice about whether or not she should break up with her boyfriend. They had amazing chemistry at the start of the relationship, but her feelings have cooled, so today I thought we’d talk about knowing the difference between Mr. or Ms. Right and Mr. or Ms. Right Now. You know—the guy who sends butterflies flying through your stomach. But is he a keeper? Will the butterflies eventually crash-land? How do you know? I have my own theories, but as always, I’m here to take your calls and hear what you have to say.”
    Oh, man. He couldn’t wait to hear her theories. Not that he believed in Ms. or Mr. Right. That was BS made up by and for women. Like his mother. Men who got married were either browbeat into it or afraid of ending up alone. Like his father.
    “I’ve counseled many couples over the years,” she said. “This is what I know. The butterflies are great. The first few weeks or months are amazing when you want to be with him all the time, when you catch your breath when he walks into the room, when all his quirks are cute. But there’s going to come a time when the quirks get on your last nerve.” She chuckled. “You know what I’m talking about. That moment when you think, if he leaves his dirty towel on the floor one more time, you’re going to strangle him with it and enjoy every second of it. And after that, there’s no way the butterflies will fly quite so high. Does that mean it’s time to move on?”
    “Yes,” Tate said to the radio.
    “Well, it depends,” she continued. “While butterflies are important, they aren’t the only factor to consider when deciding whether or not to continue a relationship.”
    “Does any factor trump boredom?” he muttered.
    “What are those other factors? My three Cs: cool, commitment, and communication. Are you cool with each other? Do you enjoy hanging out with each other with no one else around or any craziness going on? Are you committed to each other and making the relationship work? Finally, are you respectfully communicating with each other about your feelings? If you are living the three Cs, you might want to consider hanging on to him.”
    Tate thumped his head against the headrest. Was this what he had to look forward to for the next few weeks?
    …
    “Thanks for listening to The Tate Grayson Show . Tomorrow, I have a surprise. Tune in an hour early to find out what’s going on. Until then, I’m Tate…”
    “The Great,” Bobby said.
    “Grayson.”
    Tate removed his headphones. A good show, but not his best. He’d been distracted, his first prep meeting with Dr. Noelle looming large on his mind.
    “Ready?” Bobby asked.
    “As I’ll ever be,” he said with a sigh. “I can’t wait to see what kind of presentation the good doctor put together. You know she did. Probably something that explains how the show will change the world if we use her favorite psychological theories. Documented in a PowerPoint slideshow, no doubt.”
    Bobby sent him a side-eye glance. “You’re crazy. You know that, right?”
    Tate grinned. “I plead the Fifth.”
    They exited the studio and made their way to the same