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“I love her like a sister.”
“Then let her have her husband for her honeymoon,” she argues.
“She gets him for a lifetime.” I remove my hand from hers and punch in Reid’s number before I hit the speaker button.
“What’s up, asshole?” Reid answers.
“Do you know Kenneth Lincoln?”
“Yeah, I know the dirty little prick. What about him?”
Abigail laughs. Reid immediately reacts. “Who’s that laughing?”
“The redhead I told you about that showed up asking for you. She’s his ex-wife.”
“Sorry for that shitty part of your life,” Reid replies. “Because no one could live happily with that man.”
Abigail sighs. “Yes, well, may your marriage be happier.”
Reid replies immediately. “It is. It always will be. Why am I on the phone right now?”
“Abbie needs to be represented against her ex,” I say.
“I’m not a divorce attorney,” Reid says. “In case you got drunk and forgot, Gabe.”
“I’m already divorced,” Abbie inserts. “It’s a litigation case.”
I fill him in on the details. “As much as I’d like to sue that jerk-off, why can’t you take the case, Gabe? You’re just as qualified as I am. What am I missing?”
“His business partner on a majority of his projects is Jean Claude Laurette,” Abbie says.
“And she’s in my T-shirt in my living room right now,” I add.
“You had me at Jean Claude,” Reid replies dryly. “I didn’t need to know about the T-shirt. Email me the details and I’ll start making calls tomorrow morning. We’ll be back in a week. We can meet Abbie then.”
“Abigail,” Abbie corrects, catching my attention. “And Reid, Jean Claude is dangerous and my ex-husband is willing to hurt me and those around me. I’m worried about you taking this, especially with my new connection to Gabe.”
“I know exactly who and what Jean Claude is,” Reid replies. “I got this. We got this. Gabe,” he adds, “we’ll talk tomorrow.” He disconnects the line.
I set the phone on the coffee table. “I’ll be right back with plates and drinks.”
She stands and turns to face me, catching my arm. “Thank you, Gabe.”
“Thank me by eating this pizza with me.” I pull her to me and kiss her. “Abigail. You don’t like Abbie?”
“I like it from you, but no one else calls me that.”
“Why?”
“My father, who’s also an attorney, by the way, hated it. He thought it would make people look down on me when I became a female attorney in a man’s world. I’d never get respect was his take, and he planned this out from my childhood.”
“Like mine tried to do for my sister,” I say, but I don’t give her time to ask questions that incriminate me as going along with it for way too long. “Where’s your father now?”
“In L.A. with a young pretty thing named Katy, so please,” she kisses my cheek, “go for it. It’s okay to call me Abbie. Correcting your brother was reflex, brought on by years of following my father’s orders.”
Her ex and her father both tried to control her and yet she’s a fighter. I can see that. There’s more to her story and I want to find out what it is and I impatiently want to know now. “I’ll get those plates, Abbie.”
She laughs a sweet, sexy laugh and it takes steel willpower for me walk away. I enter the kitchen, thinking about the animal shelter as I grab two bottles of water from the fridge. “What can I help with?” Abbie asks, pausing by the island.
