He would be a fool not to think it. But he had to put her out of his head. He had to concentrate on the divorce, and on getting his life back on track. Will and Jason didn't know who she was, they thought he was looking for Rachel's family.

Lying to the guys was difficult to do. They had been his family since he was fifteen, when his mom remarried a douche who didn't care about his mom's kids, but about what his mom could provide for the douche's kids.

Jason and his girlfriend, Nikki, had let him stay with them a few times, whenever things got too rough or he just needed some time away. Jason and Nik had been going out for ten years, but refused to get married until LGBT people were allowed. While Charlize Theron and Stuart Townsend were well known for that, Jason and Nik had been living by that rule since their relationship started in 1998.

Will let him stay with him and his wife, Keira, too. They'd had a shotgun wedding three months after Rachel left. Keira was pregnant, and they were in Vegas, so they went all out, tackiness wise. Will was insane, and their wedding reflected that, with balloons, streamers, and a rather large chocolate cake instead of a fruit one. They had two children, Anna and Tommy. Keira got to give them their first names, while Will gave them their second. Just as well, because Anna was Anna Dromeda, and Tommy was Thomas Thriller.

Gary wanted something like that. They'd come off tour, and Anna, Tommy and Keira would be waiting for Will, and Jason would have Nikki waiting. He'd have Deb, and they'd hug simply so nobody would know the cracks in their marriage. Some nights he'd be in one of the guys' basements, and the three of them would smoke, drink and jam, just to deal with the issues going through their heads. Well...mostly the issues going through Gary's head.

There were the rare occasions that he came home and thought Deb was happy to see him. The only problem was that this was always when she felt guilty for sleeping with Dan.

He'd never even seen her act so exposed. There was something about her lying there that seemed so different, seemed so new to him.

It had been so long, he knew that there was going to be something about her that he didn't know. Everyone who even listened to a radio knew so much about him. His political leanings, his personal life, everything. Even his wedding anniversary was known by everyone. There was nothing sacred to him. Whereas Rachel, she had everything private. Nobody knew when she was born, where she had grown up. Nobody had any idea of who she was. That anonymity, the fact that she could be herself and have nobody care, was difficult to imagine. Since he was twenty, he'd been a megastar. But Gary would admit that he'd give up everything he had if it meant that he could live a life of anonymity.

He'd never even seen her act so exposed. There was something about her lying there that seemed so different, seemed so new to him.

It had been so long, he knew that there was going to be something about her that he didn't know. Everyone who even listened to a radio knew so much about him. His political leanings, his personal life, everything. Even his wedding anniversary was known by everyone. There was nothing sacred to him. Whereas Rachel, she had everything private. Nobody knew when she was born, where she had grown up. Nobody had any idea of who she was. That anonymity, the fact that she could be herself and have nobody care, was difficult to imagine. Since he was twenty, he'd been a megastar. But Gary would admit that he'd give up everything he had if it meant that he could live a life of anonymity.

Gary was pulled out of his world by a tap on his shoulder.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" the heavily made up air hostess asked. She looked like a tangerine, and her lips were fire engine red.

"Yeah, can I have an orange juice and a BLT sandwich?" he asked, trying to sound normal.

"Sure thing," she replied, bending down to give him a perfect view of her - admittedly nice - ass. When she turned around, she put the food and juice on the table, but bent down so low as she did, her cleavage was right in front of him.

"Anything else, hon?" she asked. Gary just shook his head, and she went on to the next unsuspecting victim.

He took a minute to look at Rachel. She was curled up, either asleep or pretending to be. She'd never be as open as she was now.

Gary was pulled out of his world by a tap on his shoulder.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" the heavily made up air hostess asked. She looked like a tangerine, and her lips were fire engine red.

"Yeah, can I have an orange juice and a BLT sandwich?" he asked, trying to sound normal.

"Sure thing," she replied, bending down to give him a perfect view of her - admittedly nice - ass. When she turned around, she put the food and juice on the table, but bent down so low as she did, her cleavage was right in front of him.

"Anything else, hon?" she asked. Gary just shook his head, and she went on to the next unsuspecting victim.

He took a minute to look at Rachel. She was curled up, either asleep or pretending to be. She'd never be as open as she was now.