protecting my investment.”
“That’s a wise move, son. The value of rare cars like that only increases, especially those in pristine condition.” The elder Drake studied the label on the bottle of wine. “It will be a bit awkward, however, if that is his daughter.”
“Trust me, Dad. There’s no way. She’s wild, impetuous, unreasonable...”
Ike Sr. gave his son a level stare. “Have you forgotten that your mother and I raised London?”
“You tried,” Terrell responded, “but our dear sister is in a whole other category. I’m still not convinced that someone didn’t drop her off on our doorstep after spending those early formative years being raised by wolves.”
London was the youngest Drake sibling, ten years Ike’s junior and a bundle of drama from the time she was born. At thirteen, her front-page antics and headstrong defiance to parental rules had her shipped off to a prestigious boarding school. What was supposed to be a form of punishment designed to tame their wild child had the opposite effect. Just before graduating high school, she was discovered by a modeling scout and given a contract. Mere days after “Pomp and Circumstance,” she landed in Milan, dived headfirst into the party scene and continued to make headlines. During her last visit it appeared that she’d calmed down a bit. But not much.
The first course of their prix fixe meal arrived, shifting conversation from wayward women to exquisite appetizers such as beets with smoked parsnip and cocoa crumb, beef tartare with chickpeas and black olives, and smoked pork belly on a radicchio-and-pickled-apple bed. By the time desserts arrived, Terrell and Ike Sr. had all but convinced Ike Jr. that closing the Ten Drake Plaza deal was a fait accompli.
At the same time, Ike had convinced himself that love for his Ferrari was what kept Quinn on his mind. He’d also bought into the convenient illusion that Quinn and Judge Taylor were not related. Were that the case, he’d drop the suit and work out an amicable arrangement to have his car repaired. But Ike felt sure that the chances of Quinn being Glen’s daughter were none and none. There was no turning back. Quinn Taylor needed to learn a lesson. They would go to trial.
Two weeks later, Ike pulled into the parking lot of the town’s municipal building ready to put the accident behind him. He’d been so immersed in the details of securing the funding from Global 100 and closing the San Francisco deal that today’s meeting had barely crossed his mind.
But Quinn had. More than he cared to admit. All the more reason to get this done. The town was small and the Drakes knew her grandmother, Maggie Newman, but Ike couldn’t imagine he and Quinn ran in the same circles. Except in passing, it was very unlikely he’d see her again. That she’d agreed to plead no contest and to the pretrial was a relief. He imagined the proceedings would be brief, repayment for the car damage and some type of probation or community service.
He entered the lobby, waved at a couple people he knew and continued across the room and down a hall to where Matthew’s assistant sat at her desk.
“Hello, Mr. Drake. Go right in. Mr. Holden has already arrived.”
“What about the defendant and her attorney?”
“Not yet, but they’re on their way.”
Ike gave a nod and opened the door to the chambers of Matthew White, the judge who’d be hearing the case. He wasn’t there. Lance was, and on his cell phone. He waved a greeting, held up a finger and continued the call. Ike sat, pulled out his phone and began to check the emails he’d ignored all morning.
Lance ended the call. “Sorry about that, Ike. I’m in the rare position of having back-to-back meetings just about all day long.”
“Business is booming, huh?”
“You might say that. Not as exciting as your life, I’m sure.”
“My life is full, but whether or not it’s exciting depends on one’s definition of the word.”
“Hey, you were this year’s grand marshal. That’s heady stuff!”
Ike chuckled. “It was an honor, but let’s face it. Paradise Cove isn’t San Francisco or LA.”
Lance began to respond but stopped when the door opened. Both men turned as attorney Joey Wang stepped back from the door to allow Quinn to enter. Ike inwardly applauded his outer expression and the ability to look passive as his insides churned. Skirt too short. Legs too long. Top too tight. Shiny stilettos that could double as stilts. In a word? She looked inappropriately dressed and amazing. Ike felt Lance rise beside him. He stood, too.
“Ms. Taylor,” he said formally as they shook hands.
“Mr. Drake,” she responded, all sugar and spice. Except for her casual attire, she was the epitome of professionalism, a total opposite of the tornado who’d whirled into his office demanding he drop all charges and pull his lawsuit.
“A positive beginning,” Joey said while looking bemused. “Let’s hope this civility continues throughout the proceedings.”
“Civil is my middle name, Joey,” Ike responded. He looked at Quinn and continued, “I’ll do my part.”
The look she returned was unreadable, but there were millions to be made if he could bottle that smile.
A side door opened. The judge entered. That he wasn’t wearing the standard black robe indicated informality. The look on his face underscored the point that informal did not mean unimportant. He walked directly to the black leather chair behind the imposing oak desk between two flags and sat down.
After taking a moment to review copies of the motions that had been placed on the desk, he began.
“Good afternoon, Attorney Wang, Attorney Holden.” They responded. “Mr. Drake.”
“Judge White.”
His voice softened. “Ms. Taylor.”
“Afternoon, Judge,” was her softly spoken reply.
“We’re here on the matter involving Ike Drake Jr. and Kristin Quinn Taylor. I have reviewed the motions set forth, and if there are no further motions or addendums thereto, am ready to render a judgment.” He looked at the attorneys.
“None here, Judge,” Lance said.
Joey shook his head.
After reading another page of legal jargon regarding Quinn’s no-contest plea, Matthew gave his decision.
“As a result of the accident and the damage sustained to Mr. Drake’s vehicle, the defendant is ordered to make full restitution regarding all repairs and/or replacement as set forth in the motion by Mr. Holden and agreed to by Mr. Wang and his client. Furthermore, I believe excessive speed played a part in this accident. Ms. Taylor testified to the presence of a dog running into the street, which caused her to swerve and her vehicle to cross into the oncoming lane. The investigation yielded no proof as to the existence of said dog.”
“He thinks I’m lying?”
