“Mac? Why wouldn’t he?”
“There’s a lot of pain there,” Bev said as she shook the bottle of dressing. “That man needs to be loved.”
“Don’t look at me. I’m not interested.” Jill smiled. “Okay, so maybe I’m a little interested, but not in something serious. Could we substitute sex for love? Because then I’d sign right up.”
The phone rang before Bev could answer. Her aunt glanced at Jill. “It’s for you.”
“You just do that to creep me out, don’t you.” She walked to the phone and picked it up. “Hello?”
“Jill? What the hell do you think you’re playing at.”
Lyle. She wrinkled her nose. “You never did see the value in common courtesy, did you, Lyle?” she asked, more resigned than annoyed. “That was always a mistake.”
“Don’t you talk to me about mistakes. You had no right to take the car.”
“On the contrary, I had every right.”
“You really pissed me off.”
“Huh. Thanks for sharing. Do you want to talk about all the things I have a right to be angry about? Because that list is a whole lot longer than a car.”
“You’re playing a game, Jill, but you won’t win. By the way, the new office is really great. I can see the bridge.”
Bastard. He had her office and her junior partnership while all she had was a stupid car and a bunch of fish.
“Was there a point to this call?” she asked, holding on to her temper with both hands. “I’ve filed for divorce. You’ll be served tomorrow. Except for the property settlement, this is long over.”
“I want my car back.”
“Sorry, no. You drove it for a year, now it’s my turn. Community property, Lyle. You remember that, don’t you?”
“I will get it back and when I do, there better not be a single scratch on it. If there is, I’ll make you pay.”
“I doubt that. I’ve always been the better lawyer. If you want to discuss anything else with me, do it in e-mail. I don’t want to talk to you again.” She hung up without saying goodbye.
Her insides shook a little, but other than that, she felt okay. Not great, but not crushed, either. Still, she wished he hadn’t called.
“He wants his car back,” she said as she turned back to face her aunt.
“I gathered that.” Bev turned off the oven and pulled out the bubbling lasagna. “He isn’t going to play fair on the divorce. Have you protected yourself?”
“Yeah. I did all that before I left town. I transferred half of our savings into my own account, canceled all the credit cards in both our names, that sort of thing.”
“Is he really being served with papers?”
“You bet. They’re coming to his work. I almost wish I could be there to see the whole event.”
Her aunt poured a glass of red wine and handed it to her.
Jill took it. “After what happened with the brandy yesterday I was going to lay off liquor for a while, but maybe not.”
MAC ARRIVED with Emily exactly at six. Bev let them in, which gave Jill a chance to brace herself for yet another close encounter with the guy next door. He didn’t disappoint when he entered the kitchen. Gone was the sexy uniform from earlier. Now he was dressed in a sports shirt and slacks. He looked like a powerful man ready to close the five-billion-dollar deal over drinks at an exclusive club.
Which only went to show how active her imagination had become where Mac was concerned. He was going to be nothing but trouble, she thought as she turned her attention to the little girl behind him.
Emily was small and slight, with big blue eyes and short blond hair the color of champagne. A beauty, which made Jill instantly dislike the girl’s mother. No doubt another stunner. But then, when had Mac ever dated a female who wasn’t gorgeous?
“Hi,” Jill said as she smiled at Emily. “I’m Jill, Beverly’s niece. Nice to meet you.”
The girl smiled shyly back. “Hi. Bev told me you’re a lawyer. That you make sure people are following the law.”
“On my good days.”
Mac touched Bev’s arm. “Thanks for doing this for me. I’ll keep the appointment as short as possible.”
“Not to worry. Emily and I had a brilliant time together this afternoon. Tonight will only be more fun. Isn’t that right?”
The eight-year-old nodded.
“Great.” Mac glanced at his watch. “I’m running late. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Jill trailed after him as he walked to the door. “Are you eating dinner?”
“Maybe later.”
Typical guy. “Good luck with the social worker. If you decide you need any legal advice, let me know.”
He paused on the threshold. “You’re a corporate lawyer. This isn’t your area of expertise.”
“True, but if I can’t research it, I’ll know someone with the answer.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
MAC ENTERED the county services building at 6:28 p.m. and walked to the stairs.
The reception area on the second floor was typical government issue. Formica-covered countertop with a couple of desks behind. A shelving unit held dozens of different forms while posters reminded pregnant women they needed prenatal care and kids that it wasn’t cool to smoke.
Most of the overhead lights were off, but he saw light spilling into the hallway and he stepped behind the counter to head that way. He stopped in front of a nameplate reading “Hollis Bass” and knocked on the partially open door.
“Come in,” a man called.
Mac pushed open the door and entered.
Hollis Bass’s office was as neat and prissy as the man himself. Two large plants sat on top of gray file cabinets in the corner. The paperwork in the open shelves had been neatly stacked and perfectly centered in each cubbyhole. The folders on the desk lined up with military precision and the pens and pencils rested in a perfectly straight row.
Hollis looked as if he’d never outgrown that adolescent awkwardness of too-long arms and legs. He was tall, thin and painfully tidy, wearing creased khakis and a long-sleeved button-down shirt fastened up to the collar. Small, round glasses made his brown eyes appear close-set.
Lord,
