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“Save your sacrifice for something that matters. I’ll take the plane and be back the same night.”
He sighed, pushing a bit of muffin around the plate. “I’m sure Del will want to see you, since you’re so rarely up there anymore. You might as well stay the night.”
I shook my head. “No. I’m coming home.”
“I meant what I said. I trust you. Inandout of the bedroom.”
Reaching for his hand across the table, I gave him a soft smile, rubbing my thumb across his knuckles. “One night, then.”
* * *
“Jesus H. Christ. Look at you.”I stood, opening my arms to the man taking his sweet ass time walking in the door. “About time you showed. Make me come all the way up here and then you’re late.”
Jerome smirked, clapping me on the back before shoving me away. “You’re one to talk. I don’t think you ever made it to a ten a.m. class.”
“Fuck no. Who wants to wake up that early?”
“That’s not early in the normal world.”
“When have I ever been normal?”
“Right. Forgot who I’m talking to.” Chuckling, he dropped into the chair across from where I’d been sitting. He looked at the table and spread his hands in confusion. “What? No drinks?”
“I’m trying to quit.” I smirked and slid my glass of ice water to the side, out of our way.
He busted out laughing. “Since when?”
Since my husband made it perfectly clear he had an issue with it? “Eh.” I shrugged. “It was time for a change.”
His dark eyes fell on the wedding ring on my finger, zeroing in on it like a homing beacon. “Well, well. The rumors are true.”
My gaze flicked to the ring and back up to his face, scrutinizing every twitch. An uncomfortable prickling spread across the back of my neck even as I forced a small, inquisitive smile to my lips. “Rumors?”
“You know how it goes. People talk. Word was Bennett Reeve actually tied the knot.” As he spoke, he adjusted his tie, pulling it away from his throat with an awkward chuckle. And that right there was why he wasn’t a trial lawyer. He had too many tells.
I narrowed my eyes, unsure if I should be offended by the fact he thought I was an idiot. “No, Jerome. Peopledon’ttalk because people here don’tknow.”
Clearing his throat again, he was saved by the waitress returning with a glass of water for him and a menu. He dove into the drink like a dying man.
The mysterious reason for this meeting was starting to needle at me. That, combined with his knowledge of my marriage prior to my arrival, didn’t bode well for the rest of my day. “You called me, remember? So are you going to tell me what’s going on, or keep wasting my time?”
Throwing a glance over each shoulder, he scratched the tip of his nose before reaching inside his suit jacket. He withdrew an envelope and slid it across the table quickly.
I unfolded the paper inside and read it beneath the table. It was a letter addressed to the kindly investigators at the Attorney Registration and Disciplinary Commission. My laughter disguised the fact I was two seconds away from upending the fucking table.
“Engaging in sexual relations with a client?” I skimmed the charges again, my blood pressure spiking. “Breach of fiduciary duty. Ooo, this is nice. ‘Bringing our noble profession into disrepute.’ You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Jerome shook his head. “Sorry, man.”
I swore under my breath.
“I just gotta know,” he said, lowering his voice. “How the hell did you piss off a judge in another circuit? I didn’t think you practiced that far west.”
“What?”
“The complaint came from a judge, which is why it got sent to the top of the pile.”
I folded the bottom third of the letter back, brows furrowed. The last name of the complainant was Clayton, but it wasn’t Lorelei. It was Helena Clayton. “Who the fuck is that?”
