get to keep the condo. It’s community property. He cheated on me, too. I saw him, and let me tell you, there’s a visual I want erased from my brain.”
“That’s a lot for one day. How’d he get you fired?”
“I’m still working on that one. I brought a lot of business into the firm. More than any other associate. But when they fired me, I wasn’t allowed to speak to any of the senior partners to find out what was going on. I sent a couple of e-mails and letters, so we’ll see. In the meantime, I’m temporarily back in Los Lobos to take over the law practice of Dixon and Son.”
“And you’re not happy about it.”
“Not even a little.” She tried to tell herself at least she was still practicing law, but she didn’t actually believe herself.
“I take it Mr. Dixon didn’t have a son.”
“Apparently not. Or he wasn’t interested in taking over the family firm. So that’s me.” She set down the comb and forced herself to smile. “I’m a small-time litigator. In my free time I’ll be planning revenge on Lyle.”
“The ex?”
“Uh-huh.”
“If the revenge involves breaking the law, I don’t want to know.”
“Fair enough. I probably won’t do anything illegal, though. I don’t want to be disbarred.” Which cut into the possibilities. Not a problem, though. She could rise to the occasion by being more creative.
“Have the summer softball leagues started yet?” she asked.
Mac nodded. “Sure. Games every weekend.”
“Good. I think I’ll park the car by the practice fields. There should be plenty of fly balls zipping around.”
He winced. “Is that 545 Lyle’s car?”
“Technically it’s community property. He bought it with joint assets.”
“If I were you, I’d make a note of that to tell the judge.”
“I will.”
He chuckled.
Jill pulled her knees to her chest and sighed. This was nice—fun. If she’d been sixteen, talking to Mac in the dark would have been the answer to her prayers. At twenty-eight, it wasn’t half-bad, either.
“Why here?” he asked. “You could have gotten a job anywhere.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence. This gig is temporary. Actually it was my father’s idea.”
Mac stared at her. “He suggested it?”
“Oh, yeah. When I told him what had happened, he told me about the vacant practice here. You’d think that moving clear to the other side of the country would make him less of a meddler in town affairs, but no. It’s as if he’s still around the corner instead of in Florida.”
“He does keep a hand in,” Mac said. “Judge Strath-ern told me about the vacancy in the sheriff’s office.”
Jill didn’t know which surprised her more—that her father kept in contact with Mac or that Mac referred to him so formally. They’d known each other for years. Mac had practically grown up in her father’s house. Of course Mac being the housekeeper’s son probably put their relationship on a different level. Not that she’d cared about things like that. When she’d been a teenager all she’d cared about was how gorgeous Mac had been and how her heart had beat like hummingbird wings every time he smiled at her.
“So my dad’s to blame for both of us being here,” she said. “Although you like it.”
“Maybe the town will grow on you.”
“Like a wart? No thanks.”
She fingered her hair and realized it had started to dry. In a matter of minutes it would be a wild and wooly mess. She reached up and began to weave it into a loose braid.
“I don’t remember your hair being that curly,” he said as he watched.
Jill thought about how she’d looked earlier that day—a stained, drunk, frizzy mess. “It has a mind of its own. I tame it with a combination of iron will and hair products. Blow dryer, flatiron and an assortment of bottles and jars. Give me electricity, my tools and an hour and you’ll see sleek, perfect hair.”
“Why go to all that trouble?”
Spoken like a true man. “To keep it controlled and borderline normal.”
“Curly hair is sexy.”
Four simple words that made her stomach clench and her mouth go dry. She wanted to shake her head and flaunt her curls. She wanted to dance on the lawn and announce to the heavens that Mac thought she had sexy hair.
“Especially when it’s long, like yours.”
The world just got better and better.
“Thanks.”
Ooh, she sounded so cool and casual. Good thing he couldn’t see the chorus line of hormones doing the happy dance.
Mac stood. “This has been nice, Jill, but I need to get back and check on Emily. I wouldn’t want her to wake up and find the house empty.”
“Good point.”
She held in the regretful sigh and managed not to say how she wished they could talk about her sexy hair a little bit longer. Maybe next time.
She waved as Mac walked toward his house, then turned toward her own back door. Just as her fingers touched the door handle, she froze.
Maybe next time? Had she really thought that? No, no, no, no, no. There was no this time or next time or anytime. Mac was here—small-town sheriff makes good with kid. She was there—big-city corporate law shark. That was her—swimming for freedom. She did not want to get trapped here in Los Lobos. She wanted big bucks and bigger revenge on the rat fink lying weasel dog. Hunky guys next door were not part of her plan. And in case she was tempted, she needed to remember what had happened the last time she’d thrown herself at the guy in question.
He’d taken one look at her naked body and vomited. There was a lesson there—one she would do well to remember.
EMILY KENDRICK SQUEEZED her eyes as tightly closed as she could. She squeezed until her whole face hurt and she thought she might squish her eyeballs. She clenched her teeth, raised her shoulders and held her breath until the burning went away. Then she relaxed.
Okay. Better. She wasn’t going to cry. Not here. She wasn’t sure why she thought she shouldn’t give in to tears. It wasn’t as if someone had told her not to cry. The message came from inside her—that scary dark place that got bigger when she thought about the summer with her dad and her mom going away and how nothing had been right for a long, long time.
She could hear noises from downstairs.
