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“Give her a big kiss for me. Dad and I will gladly take her any night you want a break.”
“I know,” Zander said, “but she’s only five months old. I’m not sure Regan is ready to give her up for a night just yet.”
“I understand that feeling.”
Zander went back into his office, and rather than sit down, she walked back out and went to the vending machine at the other side of the hall, pulled out some cash and got a diet soda.
“Marjorie.”
She turned. “Hi, Diane. How are you doing?”
One of the women who had a hand pushing her son and daughter-in-law together years ago.
Hmm. After that talk with Marly last Friday, it might not hurt to get some pointers. Just in case.
Not that the Fierce women were ever going to cross paths with her daughter. Probably not even Colson, but getting advice hurt no one.
“I’m doing well,” Diane said. “Stopping in to see your son or your husband?”
“I took a few hours today for an appointment and thought I’d get my husband to take me to dinner.”
“I love those days,” Diane said. “I’m actually here dropping off something to Trent for Grant. I stopped in to see him and the next thing I know I’m the messenger on my way home.”
She looked over at Trent Davenport’s law firm. She’d crossed paths with him some, but he rarely did defense cases.
“Before you go there… I know this is horrible of me.”
“Oh no,” Diane said. “I can see it on your face. What?”
“Marly.”
“Do you want help setting her up?”
“No, nothing like that,” she said. “My daughter would never go for that. Besides, I think she has her eye on someone. Someone from her past. You’ve had a lot more experience than me nudging people.”
“Nothing I love more than that,” Diane said, rubbing her hands together. “Seems like we’ve matched up so many that there aren’t any left.”
“Really?” she asked. “You’re hanging up your hat?”
Diane grinned. “I’m not sure we’ll ever hang it up, but don’t know that we are actively looking. But giving advice, that’s just as much fun. What do you want to know?”
“Just trying to slyly drop hints. I think I got through to her in a more serious talk last week. I know where her mind might go and she shut down.”
“Give her some space then. Then just drop hints off the cuff. Something that might remind you of this guy. If you know him well enough.”
“Oh, I do,” she said, smiling. “Good advice. My daughter is smart, so I’ve got to be careful.”
“One thing I’ve learned,” Diane said. “They aren’t as smart as they think when it comes to matters of the heart.”
She let out a small laugh. “Tell me about it.”
Diane walked toward Trent’s office and the elevator opened, and off walked the man her daughter was trying to deny her attraction to.
“Well, hello, Colson.”
“Judge Conway,” he said.
“No need to be so formal,” she said. Might as well start a bit of what Diane just told her to do. “We aren’t at work and there was a time long ago you were running wild in my house with Marly.”
