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I propped my chin on the desk. “What does he want?”
“An attorney.”
I resisted the urge to scream. No shit. Everybody wanted an attorney.
“Tell him we’re not taking on any more cases right now.”
“I did, sir. He’s insistent.”
“When you call me sir it makes me feel like my great-grandfather.”
“Did you even know him?” He arched one sculpted brow.
“Do you get those waxed?”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Your eyebrows. Do you get them waxed?” I repeated. They were perfect. Just like everything else about him.
“My personal hygiene is none of your concern.” His scowl deepened. “You have court at ten a.m. tomorrow.”
He strode from my office like the king leaving court. I dropped my head back to the desk.Iwas the king around here. At least I used to be before this thing spiraled out of control.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
“Go away,” I mumbled, even as I reached for it. I needed a vacation.
Dino’s in thirty.
I popped up. Hell, yes. Good Italian food with my favorite family? With the big bonus of the wicked witch being absent? Hell to the yes.
“Was beginningto think you weren’t going to show, son.” Mr. Dixon stood and thrust his hand out.
“I was beginning to think I wouldn’t make it myself. How’s the babysitter-in-chief?” I flicked my chin to the two strollers—wait, two? “You pulling double duty again?”
My best friend’s father got a funny look on his face.
“We’ve been waiting on your sorry ass to get here so my brother could share some news.” Andrew slapped me on the shoulder. “Leave it to you to have to be the center of attention.”
“You know me.” I shrugged and made the rounds. And he did. We’d been friends since college, and he’d put up with me all that time for reasons only the universe knew.
I kissed the back of Mrs. Quinn’s hand, her cheeks turning a shade rosier.
“Watch it, Romeo.” Mr. Dixon elbowed me as I released his lady friend’s hand. She was good for him. It was about time he found happiness.
“Trish, my lovely.” I bent and kissed her cheek.
She smiled. “Glad you could make it, Patrick.”
I checked my watch. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at Delores?”
“Cricket’s closing up shop tonight. Should I be offended you haven’t been by my food truck this week?”
“I haven’t been anywhere but my office,” I complained, though she was a mother, wife, business owner, and survivor of . . . hell, so I didn’t much have the right. How did she do it all?
“Tomorrow?”
“He’ll be there.” Andrew shot me a look that said I’d better not disappoint his new bride.
