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No, probably not. I’ve been hoping he’d tire of this whole thing, that he’d fall madly in love with Whitney and forget about us, but I’m not sure Jeremy is capable of loving anything more than he loveswinning. He isn’t going to be happy until I’ve begged him to take me back or am destroyed completely.
“I appreciate what you’re doing, but fighting with Jeremyalways makes things worse. I’ll lose something much bigger than my car in the end.”
“I’m not suggesting westealthe car. My friend Harrison is an attorney. Hear him out. I promise he won’t steer you wrong.”
He pulls up to Beck’s Bar and Grill, which I’ve passed a hundred times without entering—something that can be said of most bars, as I was married and pregnant shortly after my twenty-first birthday.
The hostess puts us out on the deck, leaning over Caleb unnecessarily to suggest that if he needs anything, he should come find her.
I frown as she departs. “I didn’t know women actually batted their eyelashes outside of bad movies about the south.”
“That’s because you don’t have to resort to batting your lashes. You just flash a smile and men do anything you ask.”
I feel a flush climbing up my neck. “I thought men cared about other things a lot more than smiles.”
“I’m pretty sure they care about lots of things.” His gaze drops to my chest and he scrubs a hand over his face. “You’re not lacking any of them.”
The chair next to Caleb’s slides out and a handsome guy in a suit drops into it and extends a hand to me. “I’m Harrison,” he says. “If Caleb’s told you about his friends, I’m the good-looking one.”
“If I told her about my friends,” Caleb replies, “you’d be the arrogant one. Or the argumentative one.”
“I have many good qualities,” Harrison agrees, settling into the seat next to Caleb’s. “What I don’t have is time, so let’s get to it. Lucie, your ex is a dick.”
I laugh. “Yes, I’ve been piecing that together.”
“Caleb says he was cheating?”
I sink a bit in my seat. “Yeah. He was on a work trip to Hawaii and took our nineteen-year-old babysitter with him. I had him followed.”
Harrison raises a brow. “You must have already suspected he was cheating then?”
“Yeah, but it took me a while to act. I knew he’d make things hard if I left and that it might go poorly…and it has. I hired Darryl Fessman, this big-shot lawyer and he pawned me off on someone named Sharon, who’s letting Jeremy dictate her legal strategy.”
Harrison nods. “Fessman is scared to piss off your former uncle-in-law, so he pawned you off on Sharon Davies, who’s worthless. I’m not saying that because I want the work—I’m not planning to charge you—but simply because it’s the truth. However, it's probably going to be ugly, so I need to know you’ve got the stomach for it.”
I look from him to Caleb. “I really appreciate it, but I can’t accept that. It’s too much, and I suspect it’s going to drag out.”
“Look, you need to stop trying to do this on your own,” Harrison says. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll force him to pay legal fees, and every time he does something frivolous to drag it out, I'll sue him for more legal fees. By the second or third time it happens, we'll get some traction, I promise you. At least let me get your car back.”
I meet his eye. “Can you?”
He gives me the widest, cockiest smile ever, yet it’s still sweet somehow. “Of course I can. I’m the best lawyer in this city. And I always get my way.”
While Caleb crosses the bar to greet a friend, Harrison details our next steps...which include having my car back by morning and the petition for divorce ready for my signature the following afternoon.
“Thank you so much,” I tell him. “Between this and Caleb saving me this morning, I’m just speechless.”
Harrison’s gaze on me sharpens. “How did Calebsaveyou?”
“Oh, he, uh—” I glance to the side.Is it supposed to be a secret?For all I know, Harrison’s wife is Kate’s best friend. “He,uh, drove my twins to school and had someone deal with all the meeting details.”
His eyes lighten. “That’s good. It’s nice to see him reentering the world again.”
“I’m glad you persuaded him to file for divorce.”
A smile plays at the corner of his mouth as he looks over at Caleb, who’s heading back to the table. “I’mnot the one who persuaded him, Lucie,” he says.
I replay those words, looking for some other way to interpret his meaning.
