The Hot Lawyer (A Romance Love Story) (Hargrave Brothers - Book #4)

by Alexa Davis

  He was good to have around, and I missed him when he went home each night. But he always left, taking his work and Kennedy and a lot of the laughter with him as he left. I thought back to Patty’s suggestion to seduce him, and I started to hatch the tiny zygote of a plan to make Tucker smile when he looked at me, instead of seeing me as a puzzle to be solved.

  I put Olivia to bed and made Tucker a small snack of fruits and cheeses, and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and set the whole thing down in front of him. He ignored it until I put my hand on top of the document he was reading, and slid the plate under his nose.

  “We’re back in court tomorrow, and I’m looking at your file now,” he complained.

  “Yes, and I thank you very much for that. But you’re getting burned out, and I need you sharp in the morning.” He laughed and finally accepted the food and beer.

  “The one thing I didn’t ask you was how you’re feeling about the other woman.”

  I thought about it and shrugged.

  “Kristy? I don’t know anything about her, except I wish she’d be more generous with my daughter’s inheritance, but what can you do, right?”

  “Very amenable, considering she’s the homewrecker.”

  I laughed, an explosive burst of sound without humor.

  “No, she was the easy escape. Andrew was the home wrecker. I can place the blame squarely on him for that with full confidence.” I leaned into him and kissed him on the cheek, an innocent touch that asked for nothing in return.

  Tucker made his excuses and said goodbye, and I wondered if he would ever come to me again, or if that amazing bath on the ranch had been a one-off, a goodbye performance from a man who knew he still had to work with me, and didn’t want drama. I pored over my closet for the cute clothes that I which I could’ve worn to tempt him. Few more days of navy skirts and pearls and I would be free to wear tank tops and jeans, win or lose.

  I locked the door behind him, and peered out the security window I’d had installed. Sam was still watching Tucker come and go, but he hadn’t been able to get me alone for a while, a small blessing I appreciated. I didn’t have the time or patience to be gently putting off a man who had no pull for me beyond the physical, and I was a little afraid that he’d be hard to turn down, with Tucker avoiding me completely. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t around him so much now, catching the scent of his cologne after he’d already left.

  My dreams, lately, were full of Tucker, and naked bodies entwined in ways I wasn’t sure were even possible in real life. I wanted him more than ever, and a part of me felt like he had known exactly what he was doing when oh-so-respectfully decided not to sully me with his attention. I showered and got into bed, doing everything in my power to forget about my last court appointment the next day, and to push Tucker far enough to the back of my mind that I could sleep. Olivia deserved a better life than the one that had been given to her, and I could hold my sexual frustration in for a little while longer, so that Tucker could do what he was working so hard to accomplish, and give our girl what she was owed by the man who had abandoned her.

  In the morning, in yet another conservative designer dress, with a hemline just above the knee and a white collar and cuffs to offset the dark blue of the sheath, I paced the corridors of the courthouse. I had arrived earlier than planned because of my jitters, and had gone looking for a coffee machine the receptionist had described to me. The halls of the building all looked the same, and I finally realized I was lost and had crossed over to the justice building that handled criminal court, when I began to see more uniforms than suits.

  My search having changed from caffeine to a map, I rounded a corner and almost bumped into Tucker. He was holding two coffee cups, and talking to the woman, whose name, it turned out, was Cynthia. He asked if I was coming along, and the two of them continued walking with barely a pause to acknowledge me, and I trailed behind them, a lump in my throat.

  They chatted easily, and when she laughed at something he said, she touched his arm. I felt sick to my stomach. He had moved on, and I had been kidding myself that we were okay after my outburst, that he meant he’d be coming back around once he had proven himself to me. I took a deep breath and followed them into our assigned courtroom, where Cynthia let me in first, putting me at the far end and away from Tucker. My jealousy turned into a moment of panic, and my wide eyes met Tucker’s. He winked and smiled, and asked Cynthia to trade with me, so we could communicate.

  “Don’t you think it’s important that we can communicate?” she suggested to him, with an irritable look on her face.

  “You will learn just as much sitting on the other side of Mrs. Peele, as you would sitting next to me, Cyn. Don’t worry, I don’t think we’ve missed anything.” She frowned, but sat down on the far side of the table and poured herself a water from the provided pitcher. Tucker leaned over me and touched her hand, lightly. “You did great, by the way. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

  Cynthia’s frown disappeared and she smiled to herself, glancing out of the corner of her eye a Tucker as he organized and prepared his notes. I wanted to shake her until her teeth rattled in her head. What couldn’t he have done without her? What was she so damn great at? I took a deep breath, but my hands were shaking.

  Tucker gently pried my clasped hands apart and slid the second coffee he’d bought between them. The warmth from the cup seeped into my palms and made me feel a little better, as did the fact that he’d been thinking of me. I leaned in and thanked him, and he squeezed my knee affectionately under the table. Whatever Cynthia had done for him, I would simply have to do more, and better. I scoffed at myself as I sipped the latte. All the time Tucker spent waving his arms and shouting, “I’m right here, pick me!” and I’d never wanted him more than when I realized I wasn’t the only play in his book.

  I stole glances at Cynthia out of the corner of my eye. She was younger than me, pretty, and obviously educated, if she was already a lawyer. She was probably the better choice for him, if I was being honest. I turned towards her and murmured a thank you for all her help.

  “Oh, Libby, this was one of the best experiences of my life!” she exclaimed in a low voice. “It was a real reminder of why I went into law.” I managed a wan smile before turning back to the front of the room, bemused by the sheer exuberance of her reply, and having a hard time maintaining my jealousy in the face of her enthusiasm regarding my case. We were all adults, anyway, and I didn’t have a claim to Tucker’s commitment, he was already giving me so much—and Olivia, too. I felt guilty for being so hurt and scared to lose him. He was better than that; I owed him respect, not jealousy.

  I saw Kristy and her lawyers arrive, and turned in my seat to stare at her. Her eyes were swollen and red-rimmed, and her hair looked like she hadn’t bothered to brush it before she left home. I glanced at Tucker and motioned across the aisle with a nod of my chin. He looked over and then back at me, shrugging his shoulders.

  “She doesn’t look so good, Tucker. Can you make sure she’s okay?” He shook his head and frowned at me.

  “In this room, she’s the enemy. You aren’t even supposed to talk to her, and neither am I. That buffer between you is for the good of you both.” I scowled at him and looked across at her again, and this time she met my eyes.

  “Are you okay?” I mouthed to her, and instantly, fresh tears came to her eyes. She glanced at Carl, who had his back to her as he spoke with the elder Mrs. Peele, Veronica, sitting in the observation seats right behind Kristy and company. She shook her head and wiped her eyes. I nodded and mouthed “Can I help?” She shook her head again, and I frowned. She looked so young and vulnerable sitting behind that table, I wondered why I had bothered to start these proceedings in the first place.

  Sighing, I grabbed a notepad from my purse and stole a pencil from Tucker, and started writing. Tucker glanced over my arm at what I was writing, and when I was done, took the list I’d made, of the most important things I needed for O
livia. It was written in the form of a note to Kristy, and in it, I asked for Olivia’s pictures, a piece of art I had painted in school that I missed, and, if she was willing, ten thousand dollars to be put into an account for Olivia, to receive when she turned eighteen, or began college. Tucker tore the paper off and slid it into the outside pocket of his briefcase as I protested. He took my hand in his and winked at me, and patted the briefcase.

  “If it comes to that, we can absolutely negotiate for that. Are you sure there isn’t anything else?” I shrugged and shook my head.

  “Even if I never get to work for myself, and I work at the preschool forever, I will find a way to survive. But if I can sell that painting, it might help, and if Olivia has a start for her college fund, it will make a big difference in helping her graduate. I’m not greedy, Tucker, I just want to have what’s best for Olivia.”

  “I get it. But you need to understand that you are entitled to more, and I’m going to fight for what you have a right to, before I settle for the very least you need.” I opened my mouth to respond, but the bailiff called for us to rise, as Judge Gaines entered the room. Tucker patted my knee, and Cynthia clasped her hands together and wrung them, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

  I leaned over to ask what was wrong, but Cynthia held a finger to her lips and pointed to the front. Judge Gaines called both Tucker and Carl to the stand and I found myself biting my fingernail as I watched. Carl began to gesture, and his stage whisper was loud enough for us to hear, but not to understand. I leaned over to Cynthia as she began tapping the table with her fingertips.

  “Okay, you going to tell me what’s going on?”

  “I found the trust.” She smiled at me.

  “Wait, you found Olivia’s college trust?” She held a finger to her lips and nodded.

  “Somehow, the bank changed it to her grandmother’s name, when she took in his death certificate.”

  “That’s not legal, my name was on that, too.” Her slender arm went around my shoulder and she squeezed.

  “Exactly,” she whispered. I leaned forward in my chair. Andrew’s mother had always asked him for money, begged him to pay for her cosmetic surgeries, and had even stayed with us when she overspent her money and got evicted, because she couldn’t reach him in time. She knew better than to ask me, but her son could never tell her “no”. And, he hadn’t, not even when he was dying.

  “She was the one who wanted him to change the will. The new one gives her even more than it gives Kristy.” Cynthia shuddered.

  “Some people are evil. How could a grandmother cut her grandchild out?”

  “She’d have to admit she was a grandmother, first. Veronica’s one of those people who thinks they still look thirty, and spends a lot of money on that little delusion.” The judge banged her gavel, and Tucker returned to his seat, a look of calm satisfaction on his face.

  “Whatever just happened, I know you won. But your humble brag face is on point.” He stifled a laugh and tried to hide it under a cough, pointing at the judge and patting my hand.

  Judge Gaines declared the new piece of evidence, proof that a trust fund in my name that had been changed without my permission—in effect, stolen—had put the rest of the will into question. Veronica had overreached herself, and since she had the most to gain from changing the will, added to the fact that Andrew was heavily medicated in his last days, was enough to give reason to suspect it.

  Carl demanded a recess to study the veracity of the “new evidence” and the judge granted him twenty-four hours, warning him that at this point, all the paperwork lined up, and she wasn’t inclined to give him time to shift any other money around. She took the partial freeze of assets on Kristy to a full freeze, and suggested strongly to Tucker that he file criminal charges against Veronica, for fraud.

  My head spun. Poor Kristy’s name hadn’t been mentioned once in the entire big reveal that Tucker had designed, but she was could lose almost everything. As the judge moved to adjourn, Kristy stood and asked to speak, her voice trembling and small.

  “All right, Mrs. Peele. Please understand that even though you aren’t on the stand, everything you say now is a matter of public record. Do you understand?” Kristy nodded yes, and when the judge prompted her to speak, instead of nodding, she did. Clearing her throat, she pulled away from Carl, who had grabbed her arm to make her sit. Even from my chair, I could see the angry red marks from his fingers in her arm, and I hissed and lunged up, only to have Tucker hold me back and press me back into my seat. I made a low sound of warning, but he motioned me to be quiet and patted my hand.

  “Your honor. I don’t want any of this,” Kristy sniffed. “I was in love and then I lost my husband before I could even really know him, and then my mother-in-law told me I had to protect her from that woman,” she said, pointing at me. “But I don’t want to be part of this. They had a little girl, and Veronica, her own grandmother, destroyed the pictures of her with her dad.” I made a choking sound as the room dipped in my view. Kristy stopped and looked right at me, her face swimming behind the tears of helplessness that filled my eyes.

  “Shhh, Libby, it will be okay,” Tucker whispered.

  “I saved you some. I knew they were the most important thing to you, but I wasn’t allowed to talk to you or give you anything before the hearing.” I nodded, numb with grief that it was family that had done so much to hurt Olivia, not this stranger. Veronica started sniping at Carl, I could hear her tell him to “shut the little slut up”. No wonder Kristy looked worse every time I saw her. I might have lost my husband, but it meant I escaped his mother.

  “Are you telling the court, that you were told explicitly to destroy property that was being decided upon?” Judge Gaines sounded resigned, while I felt incredulous.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Kristy sighed, and she seemed to stand a little taller.

  “Is there anything else you need to say before we adjourn, Mrs. Peele?” Kristy knotted her fingers together and chewed her cheek, then nodded. Judge Gaines sighed and rubbed her temples. “Proceed.”

  “I cannot continue this. I’m removing my name from the will. I don’t want it, and I don’t want anything to do with Carl Jameson.” She looked up at the judge. “I don’t know who I’m supposed to talk to about this.”

  “Obviously,” Judge Gaines drawled. “Okay. Mr. Jameson, you have two days to get yourself and whatever clients you will be retaining, squared away. Mr. Lancaster, it’s up to you to decide how you want to move forward from this juncture. Please be ready to present the court with your filing by two days from today.” She slammed the gavel down. “Court is adjourned until this Thursday, nine a.m.”

  Kristy sat in her chair and put her face in her hands. Carl stuffed papers into his case and stormed off, with Veronica nattering at his elbow as they rushed from the courtroom. Cynthia grabbed my arm and gave a little squeal as she shook it.

  “They just have to give me a job now, right?” she asked breathlessly. “I found that trust fund in your name, with no problem. I totally blew this wide open!” I laughed and patted her hand.

  “Yes, you did. Good job, Cynthia.” I stood and made my way to Kristy, who was still hunched forward in her seat.

  “Are you going to be okay?” She sniffled and shrugged. “Do you think she’ll let me go home and get my things?” I was taken back to the day I had left, when my husband had sat me down at the table with his mother, and he’d told me I had to take Olivia and leave. Veronica had packed bags for us, and I was warned that if I ever returned, I’d be arrested.

  “You know what, Kristy, you go home and get as much of your stuff as you can. Stay with a friend, and as soon as this is over, I’ll make sure Tucker gets you help with someone from his firm. I gave her one of his business cards that I kept in my purse. “Please get help. I’m worried about you.” Her face crumpled and she sniffed back tears and nodded. I looked up to see Tucker and Cynthia waiting for me. I handed Kristy a tissue and stepped back toward him, and she gave me a wan
smile.

  Tucker took my arm and led me away, with Cynthia chirping away excitedly, oblivious to the dampened moods of Tucker and myself. She suggested a celebration, but I didn’t understand how we could be celebrating, when it sounded like Veronica and Carl had been willing to do things that were unethical, if not illegal. My heart ached over the lost photos, and at the same time, I felt so much grief for poor Kristy, and gratitude and excitement to see what she’d been able to save for Olivia in memories of her father.

  17. Tucker

  Libby was shell-shocked, numb, and honestly, looked like she was ill, when we left the courtroom after Kristy Peele had begged the court to remove her from the complaint. I knew my girl. She saw herself in that younger woman. She had so much compassion, and even I was grateful to hear Kristy had spirited away as many pictures for Olivia as she could. Cynthia bubbled and cheered for us, but Libby just didn’t feel like she’d won, and it was obvious in every step she took as we walked out of the building.

  “C’mon, guys. Why the long faces?” she finally asked.

  “I can’t stop thinking about Kristy. I lived with that woman. I know she’s not doing well, and I’m worried.”

  “Oh. Okay. Well, how about I check in on her tomorrow, and make sure she’s doing okay? If she needs help moving, I can even arrange that, if I have permission.” I nodded and hid my smile. It was obvious that Cynthia wanted to move into a position with the company, and I appreciated how far she was willing to go to get the approval she needed.

  “Libby, Cynthia just produced crucial evidence of wrongdoing on the part of the opposing council, and she would really like us to go out, eat too much, and maybe get a little drunk.” Her shoulders dropped and she gave Cynthia a wry smile.

  “Of course, we can go out. I’m sorry for being a stick in the mud. What’s your pleasure, Cynthia? You pick, since you won the day.”

  “R&R barbeque, all the way! Please tell me you aren’t a vegan,” she pleaded.