Jake looked around to see who, if anyone, he knew besides Alex and Zeke: all of the restaurant employees, Alex’s law partners, and, of course, the Corn Stalks, aka Alex’s school friends. And Bertie, who could have posed for a Norman Rockwell picture of what a grandmother is supposed to look like. He made a mental note to remind Bertie to be sure to pinch Charlie’s cheeks. Then again, maybe that was something all grandmothers did, and no reminder would be necessary. Whatever, he would tell her.
At some signal that Jake had missed, the guests started to head to their assigned tables. Jake felt Zeke’s hand on his arm. “You’re sitting with us, son. Now, behave yourself and mind your manners.”
Jake found it hard not to laugh. “Spoken like a true father, Zeke.” Zeke preened at the words.
The speeches were short. Sophia thanked all her employees for their hard work and loyalty and handed out bonus checks. Jake just knew that all those loyal, hardworking employees were going to have their socks blown off with the size of their bonuses. Alex had told him just last week of his mother’s plan to give very, very generously. That was a good thing.
Zeke got up and started handing out the presents. That took an hour, and then it was time to eat. And eat they did. Afterward, they sang a few Christmas carols, and the party ended.
“The really good thing this year is I hired someone to come in and clean this all up,” Sophia said. “But before we all head on out, Jake—Alex and I have a present for you. It goes without saying that should it not be to your liking, we will both understand.” Jake felt a small thrill of trepidation as he reached for a flat box wrapped in red foil and adorned with a silver bow. He opened it carefully and did his best not to cry when he read what was on the paper inside. He bit down on his tongue so hard, he thought he tasted his own blood. He looked first at Zeke, who simply nodded. Then he looked at Sophia, whose eyes looked worried, and lastly at Alex, who was biting down on his bottom lip, his eyes wet. He knew he was supposed to say something. The words just wouldn’t come, until Zeke kicked him under the table and hissed, “I told you to mind your manners.”
“I... I accept being adopted into the Rosario family and I agree to be known henceforth as Jacob Rosario. This has got to be the best day of my life. I don’t know what else to say, other than thank you.” Tears streaming down his cheeks, he hugged his new mother, who was beaming with pleasure, then his new brother, who whispered in his ear, “I love you, Jake. I did the first moment I saw you. I’m proud to be your little brother. But remember this—I can still kick your ass if you get out of line.”
“It won’t happen.” Jonah turned to Zeke and hissed, “Where is it?”
“Under the table right where I said I’d put it.”
“I didn’t forget my presents.” First Jake handed Sophia a small gold box that he had in his pocket. “My mother said every woman needs a strand of pearls. I never saw you wear any, Mom, so I got these for you. I don’t know if ladies still wear pearls or not.”
“They do, they do. How kind and wonderful of you to do this, Jake. I love them. Quick, Zeke, hook them up.” Which he promptly did. “I could never afford real pearls. Thank you so much.”
Then Jake reached under the table and pulled out Alex’s unwrapped present, but there was a bow on it. Alex reached out to steady himself. “Is this for real, Jake?”
“As real as these adoption papers, bro.”
“He signed it for me?”
“Well, not specifically for you, but it is a signed edition, by Willie Nelson himself.”
“I’m not even going to ask you where or why you did this for me.”
“That’s a good thing, Alex. Think Corn Stalks, and maybe this is what you need to make the music better,” Jake whispered in his ear. Alex burst out laughing.
At that point, Zeke declared the Christmas party a success and led everyone out of the room to make way for the cleaners, who would set things in order again.
In the parking lot, everyone hugged and kissed, then hugged and kissed some more as they promised to meet up in the morning at Fancy’s to see the kids opening their presents.
On the drive home, all Jake could think about was his new name and new family and how good it had felt when Bertie had pinched his cheeks and smiled at him. He now had a family. And, very shortly, he was going to have a new wife and a mother-in-law. From where he was sitting, it just didn’t get any better than that.
For a few brief moments, he thought about Alex and Jonah. Whatever had transpired between the two of them must have been okay from Alex’s point of view. He would never ask, and if Alex ever felt the need to confide, he’d listen. That’s what brothers did.
Damn, I feel good.
Jake felt even better when, just before the stroke of midnight, he slipped the ring on Fancy’s finger. His new fiancée kissed him till he thought he would sail right out of his shoes. And then, exhausted with all their efforts on behalf of the kids, they both collapsed on the sofa, the huge Christmas tree winking and twinkling at them as they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Valentine’s Day
The huge solarium at Jake’s mother’s old home was filled to capacity for the nuptials. For the momentous occasion, the wedding of Fancy Dancer and Jake Rosario, Zeke had set up a special penned-off area for all the animals.
Zeke was giving the bride away. Sophia, sporting a three-carat emerald engagement ring, was the matron of honor. Alex Rosario, Jake’s brother, was best man. Charlie was the ring bearer, and his new grandmother looked on.
As the wedding party moved outside so the kids could let loose all the balloons they’d been blowing up for days and the elders could toss birdseed, the happy couple smiled and posed for pictures.
Jake waved his hand and shouted for quiet. “My new wife and I would like you all to join us back in the solarium for some music and dancing to be followed by dinner in our courtyard.”
Everyone trooped inside, where Jake made still another announcement. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to our wedding entertainment. Meet Alex and the Corn Stalks. Hit it, boys!”
And they hit it.
Out of the park.
On their first gig!
After which, Sophia hired them to perform every Friday night at Rosario’s Bistro.
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Prologue
July 2000 Dunwoody, Georgia
Mikala Aulani, defense attorney, sitting first chair in the case of State of Georgia v. Sophie Lee couldn’t believe what she had just heard. She felt like she was carved in stone and in a time warp all rolled into one. She wanted to say something, but her tongue wouldn’t work. She saw the foreman of the jury holding the paper he had just read from. She had seen the tremor in his hand and known immediately what he was going to say. And that it was not going to be good for her client. She had seen his blank expression. Now she heard the words ricocheting around inside her head, over and over and over.
Her legs were wobbly, and she was soaked with perspiration because the air-conditioning in the courthouse was broken. Overhead, a paddle fan moved sluggishly, barely stirring the stale air. A fly buzzed dangerously near her nose. She wanted to swat at it.
She risked a glance at Ryan Spenser, the prosecutor, bastard that he was, and saw the smug expression that he tried unsuccessfully to hide. Why was she even looking at the son of a bitch? She should be looking at her client, the client who had just been convicted of a heinous crime. A conviction that would get her a sentence of life in prison without the possibility of parole for first-degree murder. A murder she didn’t commit. Twenty-four-year-old dedicated nurses simply did not kill their patients, and yet that bastard Ryan had convinced a jury of seven men and five women that she had done just that. Bastard.
Mikala felt a hand on her arm and looked down,
then up. Again, she heard the words but didn’t comprehend them. “Is today Tuesday, Kala?” Mikala nodded. “Every single thing, bad or good, has always happened to me on a Tuesday. I guess that makes me Tuesday’s child. Thank you, Kala, for everything,” Sophie Lee said quietly.
Mikala Aulani wanted to cry. She wanted to hug her client, but Sophie was being led away. The judge was thanking the jury for their service and discharging them. The courtroom was emptying at the speed of light. The trial of the decade had finally ended, and the reporters wanted out to report on the verdict.
Mikala, Kala to friends and peers, sat down and stared at nothing. Jay Brighton, her second chair, started to pack up their briefcases. Across the aisle, Ryan Spenser’s staff was doing the same thing.
“Tough break, Counselor,” Spenser said. “Guess this breaks that winning streak you’ve been on, huh? You know what they say: the best man wins. You put on a hell of a defense, Kala, I’ll give you that. I’ll give you something else, too. Your client handled the verdict well. Guess you coached her for that. Just out of curiosity, what did she whisper to you before they took her away?”
Kala finally moved sideways and looked up at the spit-and-polish prosecutor, with his designer suit, power tie, pristine white shirt, and gleaming porcelain-capped teeth. He looked like an Adonis, and the media loved him. It didn’t hurt that his father was the Speaker of the House in Washington, something he traded on every day of his life.
Later, Kala would pat herself on the back for her comeback. The words came from God-only-knew where, but she said them. “She told me to put a hex on you. You know how good we Hawaiian people are at doing that. She asked me to do it tonight at midnight. You know what, Spenser? I’m going to do it, too!”
Kala loved, absolutely loved, the expression that crossed the prosecutor’s face. First he turned white under his tan, then red, a feat unto itself. He made a sound that caused Kala to laugh.
The courtroom was empty except for the two of them, Spenser’s people the last out the door after Jay Brighton.
All Kala had to do was sling her purse over her shoulder, and she could walk out of the room ahead of the barracuda. Defeated. She squared her shoulders and took a step across the aisle. “We both know Sophie Lee is innocent. We both know Adam Star killed his wife, Audrey, and that the two of you pinned it on my client. I’m going to appeal this verdict, and I’m going to nail your ass and Star’s ass if it takes me the rest of my life. But not until I get that hex going. See you around, dirtbag!”
And then, with all the strength she could muster, Mikala Aulani turned and walked out of the courtroom, her head held high, her shoulders squared. She didn’t falter until she was outside the courthouse, where Jay Brighton waited for her.
Jay Brighton was young—young compared to her fifty-two years. Young enough to still believe in the justice system. He linked his arm with Kala’s and said, “We’ll get him, Kala. I’ll work for free for as long as it takes. Sophie did not kill Audrey Star. She did not.”
Kala’s shoulders slumped even more. “We had six months to try to prove it, and we couldn’t, Jay. The horse is out of the barn, and the door’s locked now. Sophie will almost certainly be going to prison for the rest of her life with no possibility of parole. What makes you think we can do something now that we didn’t do before?”
Jay forced a laugh that came off as more of a bark than anything else. “Well, for starters, you didn’t put a hex on Spenser. So let’s get that out of the way and get down to the business of Sophie’s appeal. I want to see that winning streak of yours reinstated. And I want to see you chop off that bastard Spenser’s balls. Maybe you can work that into your hex.”
In spite of herself, Kala laughed, even though it was a bitter sound. “I wouldn’t know a hex if it slapped me in the face.”
“Then make one up. Come on, I’m buying dinner.”
“It’s only three o’clock,” Kala said. “I don’t think I can eat anything.”
“Who said anything about eating? I’m thinking we need to drink our dinner, then have someone drive us home. Come on, Kala, we have a lot to talk about, and what better way than over a few drinks?”
“Okay, okay. I think we should both go see Sophie tomorrow and prepare her for her sentencing next month. We need to tell her what we’re planning to do. Bright and early, Jay.”
“Works for me, boss.”
“Yes, but will it work for Sophie Lee? That’s the question, isn’t it?”
Chapter 1
Ten years later
Dunwoody, Georgia
Mikala Aulani looked around her office for the last time. Now that her thirty-five-year professional life was packed up in boxes and the pictures, diplomas, and photographs off the wall, her personal space looked huge. Jay would have to paint the walls to cover up the telltale signs of where all the plaques had been hung. She eyed her old leather chair, which swiveled and rocked. She really had meant to have the crack in the leather repaired; it had been on her to-do list for years and years. She wondered now why it was she’d never taken the time to do it. But then, she found herself wondering about a lot of things lately, not that it made a difference.
Jay Brighton and Linda Carpenter, husband and wife and newly minted senior partners, carried the packed and taped boxes out to the reception area. At some point later that day, someone would come and take them to a storage unit Kala had rented a month ago. All except for the single box that sat on top of her desk. That box was going with her. She was personally going to carry it down to the underground garage and put it on the passenger seat of her car, then drive it to her home, where she would put it in a closet in her bedroom. Sophie Lee deserved a closet rather than a storage unit where her records would never again see the light of day.
Jay Brighton stood in the doorway. “That about does it, Kala. Told you we’d have this locked down in time for you to make your retirement luncheon.”
Kala looked up at her former partner and grimaced. “I decided I’m not going. Call Ben and tell him I have a bellyache.”
Ben was Judge Benjamin Jefferson, Kala’s significant other of twenty-five years. Ben had retired two weeks earlier, and Kala had thrown a surprise luncheon, inviting all of his peers. For no other reason except retaliation, Ben had decided to do the same for her. His theory was if he’d had to suffer through the shitty food, the boring speeches, and the overblown testimonials, then so should she. Newly retired Judge Ben Jefferson loved Kala Aulani, heart and soul.
Everyone said they were a match made in heaven. Sometimes Kala believed it, and other times, she didn’t.
Stepping into the office, Jay replied, “Oh no, I’m not calling him! You’re on your own, Kala. Hey, you aren’t my boss anymore, so don’t you dare look at me with those puppy-dog eyes. No! You sold Linda and me the firm, and I absolutely do not have to take orders anymore. Not showing up at your very own retirement luncheon would be a pretty crappy thing to do,” Jay said vehemently.
Kala grinned as she stared up at her old partner. Six-foot-seven, probably the tallest lawyer ever to grace a courtroom. An imposing giant of a man, with his flaming red hair, which he hated, and his freckles, which, if anything, he hated even more. Juries loved him and his folksy manner. They likened him to themselves, just plain old ordinary people. They were wrong, of course, because there was nothing in the least ordinary about Jay Brighton, attorney-at-law. Jay had graduated at the top of his law class and had a photographic memory that did double time acting as a steel trap. He was almost as good a lawyer as she was, Kala thought. She’d trained him well, and he’d listened to every pearl of wisdom that came out of her mouth, soaking it all up like a sponge. Yes, one of the best things she’d ever done in her career was to hire him the minute he applied for the job. She’d never been sorry, either, and she knew he’d never regretted joining her rinky-dink law firm back in the day.
“Listen, Jay, I just want to go home and be alone. Surely you can understand that. You didn’t give me a going-away p
resent, now that I think about it. How tacky is that? So, calling Ben and canceling my luncheon will serve nicely as my going-away gift. C’mon, Jay, one last favor. I have so much to do; we leave tomorrow, and I’m not even packed. Do you have any idea how many suitcases I have to fill to go away for six whole months? Well, do you?” Kala bellowed at the top of her lungs.
Linda Carpenter, a string bean of a young woman with corkscrew curls that poked up from her head, took Jay’s former position in the doorway and bellowed in return, “I’ll do it!”
Kala looked Jay in the eye and admonished, “You do not deserve that young woman, and I’m sorry I paid for your wedding.”
“Stuff it, Kala!” Jay blustered. Long years of familiarity allowed him to talk this way to his old boss. “Why do you find it so hard to accept a few well-meaning accolades? Don’t give me any crap here. The reason you don’t want to go to that luncheon is some asshole told you that Ryan Spenser is going to show up. With a gift. You’re a bigger person than he is. Why can’t you go and stare the bastard down?”
“Because I can’t. This is the end of it, Jay. I’m not going. Period.”
“Okay,” Jay said agreeably.
Kala eyed him suspiciously, waiting for the other shoe to drop. When it didn’t, Kala gathered up her laptop, her purse, and her suit jacket, and dumped them on top of the Sophie Lee box. “Where’s the dolly?”
“In the reception room. I’ll get it.”
“And I don’t want or need a parade following me down to the garage,” Kala shouted to Jay’s retreating back.
“Like that’s going to happen,” Jay snorted, his eyes burning. Damn, he never thought saying good-bye was going to be so hard. He eyed his wife, who had returned to the reception area and seemed to be having the same problem he was having. The filters probably needed to be changed in the A/C unit. Dust particles could really play hell with your tear ducts.
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