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  Zenith Fulfilled

  by

  Leanne Davis

  The Zenith Trilogy, Book 3

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Other Titles by Leanne Davis

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Dear Reader

  My Other Titles

  About the Author

  Copyright

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Zenith Fulfilled

  COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Leanne Davis

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: [email protected]

  Publishing History First Edition, 2013 Digital

  Digital ISBN: 978-1-941522-03-5

  The Zenith Trilogy, Book 3

  Edited by Teri at The Editing Fairy

  Cover Design by Steven Novak

  Dedication:

  For Joyce Stuhr

  Forever more June 1, will be that day, when everything changed, and our hearts broke a few times over. I know nothing heals yours, but know you are so loved and so needed, there is no way to imagine life without you. I love you and feel more blessed than I can ever say to have you in my life.

  Acknowledgment

  As always for this trilogy: To Teri (theeditingfairy.com) for all your amazing work on my novels. You are so talented and I value your eagle-eye and input so much. Thank you!!

  Other Titles by Leanne Davis:

  The Seaclusion Series published through The Wild Rose Press

  Poison

  Notorious

  Secrets

  Due out in 2014

  Seclusion

  Sister Series:

  The Other Sister

  The Good Sister

  Due out in 2014

  The Best Friend

  The Zenith Trilogy

  Zenith Falling

  Zenith Rising

  Zenith Fulfilled

  Chapter One

  Rob Williams took the arm of his ex-wife and waited beside her before the long, flower-strewn aisle as almost a hundred people looked on. The church was bright with late afternoon sun, and decorated with an explosion of colorful flowers, while the soft, lilting sounds of the piano filled the air.

  “Deja-vu,” Rob said quietly into Joelle’s ear.

  Joelle Lassiter glanced up at him. Her four-foot-ten height made him look taller standing next to her. She grinned and knew what he meant. Their own wedding, nearly eight years ago now, was the polar opposite of this wedding.

  “Except there’s no Elvis impersonator waiting to join us in eternal union forever.”

  “Guess we were doomed from the start, when you consider that.”

  Joelle glanced up at him, and her gaze suddenly turned serious. “We were doomed. But you’re not doomed, Rob.”

  Rob was spared from replying to Joelle’s unexpected solemn, thoughtful, heartfelt statement by the sudden notes of music, their cue to head down the aisle. Now, their arms linked, they took a step forward in unison and started down the aisle of the church. Flowers adorned each pew they passed, a profusion of purple and lavender wreaths. The pews, overflowing with guests, turned and stared at them, as they slowly, and together, marched down the aisle of the church like they never did before.

  Joelle’s husband, Nick Lassiter, was near the front of the church, and glaring at Rob. Rob smirked back. It served Lassiter right to see his pretty, little wife walking down a church aisle with him, Rob Williams, Nick’s nemesis. Nick observed Joelle, and the tight set of his mouth relaxed a little. It bugged Rob how much Nick genuinely loved his wife, Rob’s ex-wife. The woman whom Rob also once loved that much.

  Rob’s gaze went to the raised platform of the altar. There stood the pastor in a dark suit, and beside him, Spencer Mattox, Rob’s best friend in the world. He stood tall and perfectly erect, stony-faced in his formal tux with long tails and a crisp, white vest. Nodding at Rob, Spencer looked stern and almost miserable. Rob smiled back, almost laughing. Spencer smiled the least of any person Rob knew. He was also the last person to be found at any public spectacle or gathering. The least likely man that Rob could ever picture now standing formally at the altar, waiting for his bride.

  After Spencer fell in love with Dr. Erica Heathersby, he chose Rob as his best man for this pivotal point in his life. That’s why Rob was walking Joelle, his ex-wife, also the bride’s best friend, down the church aisle. Joelle was matron of honor. Rob took his spot beside Spencer. The bridal party was rather small. Erica wanted a large, flower-strewn wedding and lots of guests, but only a small, intimate wedding party, comprised of those whom she cared about most. They were Spencer, Rob, Nick and Joelle.

  Rob found it difficult to consider himself part of anything; let alone, such a big deal, i.e., Spencer’s happiness. His formerly dark and brooding best friend and roommate, had finally found a source of true joy and love with Erica. It almost made Rob believe there were such things as happy endings.

  Unfortunately, he wasn’t the person to whom they happened.

  At one time, Rob knew exactly how Spencer felt right now. Long ago, Rob stood at an altar; a very different altar, but an altar nevertheless, and foresaw his happy ending with Joelle. He thought he’d found the love of his life, and hoped to ride off into the sunset together. Forever.

  But now Rob’s happy ending was standing across their friend’s altar, staring and smiling at her second husband, while waving discreetly, with joy shining on her face, at her two-year-old daughter, Jody.

  Rob glanced at Nick who steered his daughter’s gaze toward her mother. The little girl smiled and babbled at her mother, and Rob felt the stabs of regret, jealousy, and longing. He felt them all the way down to his toes. He looked away, trying to pretend they didn’t exist, and sometimes wished he didn’t exist.

  Instead, he looked towards the back of the church and the tall, regal, blond head of Dr. Erica Heathersby. She was not only the least likely woman Rob would have pegged to become his own friend, but also Spencer’s new bride.

  Five years ago, when Rob was married to Joelle, Spencer ran around in gothic attire under the alias of Spike. That was when Nick and Erica were dating. But after Rob did just about everything in the world to screw up his life, he also managed to push everyone together. Joelle met Nick, and started working for him, while Rob kept drinking, and eventually lost her to his addiction. Rob and Spike first met Erica and Nick, when they were trying to get Joelle to return home. No
t long afterwards, Spike evolved into Spencer, who wanted to grow up, and get a real life, as well as a real personality. Then Erica entered his life and changed everything for the better for him.

  Of course, Rob helped it move along, and applauded and cheered. He was glad to see his best friend finding self-fulfillment and joy.

  But Spencer moved out and left him alone. Rob was left behind again, after not progressing much farther in his life then he did the five years before, which of course, was how it should have been.

  In the process of self-discovery, they disbanded Zenith. Zenith was their rock band and the culmination of their dreams. At one time, it was their entire life, years ago now. Until Rob destroyed it. Now it was all long gone and over.

  Rob was the lead singer and Spencer played the keyboards while they both collaborated on the songs. Their dreams of stardom evaporated about that time when the band fell apart. After Rob met Joelle, the three of them lived, breathed, and dreamt of Zenith’s success. They wanted to play music and sing, while naively assuming the success, fame and money would naturally follow. They all dreamed big and aimed for the sky.

  But it all crashed and burned when Rob got too comfortable. He managed to lose everything he ever wanted. Or loved. Or desired. Or needed. Or dreamt about. He lost the works, and the hardest part for him to swallow was that he was the only one responsible; and had done it all to himself.

  And rising from the ashes of Zenith, Nick and Joelle discovered each other. Spencer and Erica also found love together. And Rob? Well, he watched it all happen, and longed for things to be different, but finally accepted that they weren’t. Now, he thought he actually deserved having everything taken from him.

  He was living alone in the house that the Zenith band members once occupied long ago, and Rob often thought about the past. The other two members of the band were long gone and thankfully so. Joelle was the first to leave Rob. Then Spencer. And now, Rob was all alone. As he should have been.

  He found a job in construction and attended Alcoholics Anonymous meetings two to three times a week. He followed his routine and kept his nose clean, while focusing on sobriety. He went to work and tried not to feel too much remorse or remember too much of the past. He concentrated on wanting less instead of more. He had more and he destroyed it. He almost destroyed the only two people he ever loved by trying to get more. And that was why he deserved the empty life he now lived.

  Now clean and recovering, it became the entire point of his existence: sobriety. No longer did he dream of or desire love. Or music, singing, fame or fortune. His only desires now were peace and quiet. And some dignity. Whatever little dignity he could muster after everything he did to the people he loved, and worst of all, to himself.

  Rob watched Spencer taking Erica into his arms, swinging her around, and about to start their first dance as husband and wife. The large crowd of wedding attendees encircled the dance floor. But before the music started, Erica suddenly disentangled herself from Spencer. She looked around, and zeroed in on Rob. She came over to him.

  “Rob! There you are.”

  “Hey Doc, what are you doing?”

  “I want you to sing our first song. I would have asked sooner, but Spencer told me you’d say no. However, if I put you on the spot, he said you’d do it. For me.”

  Rob found himself mesmerized by Erica’s stunning green eyes. Her hair was drawn up off her face, and her long, slimming gown hugged the gorgeous lines of her body. He often said that he would have asked her to marry him if she weren’t two inches taller than he. But of course, he knew she fell in love with Spencer from the very start. Erica fluttered her eyes at Rob and he grimaced. She always knew how to get exactly what she wanted; and if she wanted him to sing, right here at her wedding, he would.

  “How am I supposed to say no to that?” he asked, glancing around, and noticing everyone was looking their way.

  Erica smiled and stepped forward to hug him. “That’s the point, Rob, you can’t say no. You have to sing for me.”

  Erica knew Rob helped encourage Spencer to finally admit he loved Erica. She thought she owed him a big slice of her happiness. Rob wished she didn’t think that. It wasn’t true. But no matter, Erica treated him with undeserved respect and warmth, like no one else, but Spencer, did.

  He looked up at her since she was four inches taller with her high heels on.

  “What am I singing, Doc?”

  She beamed. “Well, I have this favorite song.”

  “Which is what? Something I’d never choose to sing, I suppose.”

  “No, you probably wouldn’t. But please? For me? ‘The Lady in Red’ by Chris de Burgh.”

  Rob grimaced. “Of course, Doc. All right. I’ll sing it. But only for you, because you asked.”

  “I know,” Erica said, spinning around happily and going towards Spencer.

  Rob sighed as he stepped through the milling crowd, who now wondered why the music was so late in starting. Why the party seemed to have stopped. They were in the elegant banquet room, overlooking Puget Sound, just a few miles out of Seattle. Erica chose the venue for its large windows, high ceilings, and gilded chandeliers. It was glamorous and exquisitely beautiful. On a small stage, the live band was all set up.

  Rob took the microphone left by the previous singer who just vacated the stage. He saw the room of people who were now looking his way. Almost a hundred guests, all waiting for him with their eyes looking his way. Dressed up and pretty, in honor of Spencer and Erica, Rob’s nerves didn’t jump or get edgy. In fact, his senses all seemed to sharpen. His head became clear, and his heartbeat regulated. This felt... normal. It felt so freaking normal, he had to get his bearings and remind himself it was just a song at a wedding.

  A song to sing. Singing was once all he ever did or was any good at. Or great at. Now he rarely sang. Never. Hardly even hummed in the shower anymore. He didn’t know whether to glare at Erica, or thank her for the opportunity. The feeling of rightness. The longing and deprivation were at an end. This was it. Being on stage. The music about to start. All eyes were fastened on him. He suddenly felt alive again.

  He straightened up and looked around before bringing the microphone close to his mouth.

  “My name is Rob Williams. I’m Spencer’s best man, and Erica’s friend. She asked me to sing the first song tonight. So I dedicate this song to Mr. and Mrs. Spencer Mattox, the two finest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.”

  Erica was smiling at him, and tears glistened in her eyes. She started clapping, and the room soon followed. She was clapping for him, Rob, on the microphone, but the room applauded Rob’s words about Spencer and Erica. Rob smiled back at her.

  Then he turned, waiting for the band, that wasn’t his band, to start. They were already prepped for Erica’s song and Rob was the only change. The rhythm of drums started, then the keyboard and guitar joined in. The music was lively and made everyone sway to it. The women hummed the words. Then Rob brought the microphone up close to his mouth, and sang the lyrics.

  The words came easily, perfectly on key, and his voice rolled over them, caressing each one with sincerity and depth. He made the song more beautiful, giving it meaning and life. It was an easy song to sing, and Rob sang it to Erica, from Spencer. They danced to his beautiful voice around and around. Erica’s dress blew out on the turns. Her hair reflected the late evening sun as it streamed through the windows; and Spencer’s tall, long frame was the perfect complement to Erica’s stunning, blond features. They were a magnificent and breathtaking couple. Not so long ago, people seemed to assume it would never succeed. Most people discounted Spencer’s talent, until they heard him, and assumed Erica would never settle down with him, of all men. But she chose him. And now look at them, Rob thought.

  The song crested, and his voice carried the notes, evoking chills and some soul-searching as the couple, the music, the sunset, and the beauty of the entire scene manifested.

  Rob’s voice faded and the band soon drifted off. T
he couple slowly stopped moving. The room became quiet, as if sighing with pleasure. Then a burst of applause and cat calls erupted. For the Mattoxes, Rob, the band, and the wonderful moment. Rob bowed. Glancing up, he made eye contact with Joelle who was standing beside Nick. She smiled at him. Her face looked sad and thoughtful. Remembering things Nick and Erica knew nothing about. All the times he sang directly to her. For her. All the times their love was as strong as Spencer and Erica’s, and as Nick and Joelle’s was now. Rob smiled at Joelle, then turned. He replaced the microphone before turning and leaving the small, elevated stage.

  Rob was glad to give Erica that song. He liked being part of their happiness. And seeing his once lost and depressed best friend, now with a beautiful wife and a chance for true success. He was even glad his ex-wife seemed happy with her new life, the one she’d left him to pursue. He was glad he hadn’t destroyed her, as he once thought he did.

  But nothing could ease the sudden, stark, nearly agonizing punch of loneliness that overcame him then. He realized they were all gone, moving on, and living their own lives. And he was alone. Singing was no longer a calling, or a passion. It had become a sad, aching reminder of every mistake he ever made. Every opportunity he squandered. Everything he would never be, or have the chance to strive for again.

  Rob felt the ache and sting of who he’d become, in his throat. He turned and left the beautiful ballroom, the dense crowd of beautiful people and walked out the double-doored entryway. He walked down the fifteen-foot-wide hallway, to where the valets stood, waiting to retrieve cars. The thick red carpet, under the covered overhang, squished under his black dress shoes. Turning left, he walked on the sidewalk, around the building, where he found a picnic table sitting in the grass. It looked out over the water. The building behind him was lit with a golden glow, and the music was muted, but hung in the air around him. The sun was fast descending into the water. Twilight painted the earth with purple and pink in rippled, lengthening shadows. A flock of birds flew overhead.