a towel, rubbing it against his hair as he walked into the other room and picked up the extension.
“Gauge?”
His every muscle tightened as he recognized the female voice on the other end. Nina.…
4
LIZZIE CLOSED her notepad and stood up from the conference table. The afternoon strategy meeting to discuss a case going to court the following week was drawing to a close.
“I want to see that deposition, Mark,” she said to a junior associate.
“It’ll be on your desk by tomorrow morning.”
“I’d prefer a half hour.” She turned toward another associate. “Mary Pat, how’s the witness prep going?”
The pretty brunette smiled. “As well as can be expected. I’ve got another meeting with the key to go over testimony on Friday. Hopefully this time he won’t crack under cross.”
Lizzie nodded. “If anyone can handle it, you can.”
The room began emptying out as everyone said good-night and hurried off before she could assign them another task or ask another question.
Lizzie was the last one out. Which was usually the case. Her boss, John Stivers, had always said she was one of the hardest workers he’d ever seen. And, of course, the instant he’d said it, she’d determined to work even harder.
It was after six and she understood that many of her associates had families they wanted to get home to. The three senior partners had called it a day an hour or so ago, as had the secretarial pool and most of the paralegals, but she’d requested the late meeting because it was the only time they could fit it in.
She entered her office and put her files on her desktop. Her own paralegal was still on the clock and peeked her head through the door leading to the lobby area.
“Do you need me for anything else?” Amanda asked.
Lizzie glanced at her watch, then through the window. It was dark already. The white landscape looked grim from her third-floor office in the new building built to accommodate the expanding practice.
At least five things sprang to mind, but instead she waved her hand. “Go on home, Amanda. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Thanks. Good night.”
“Good night.”
Lizzie sank down into her coffee-colored leather desk chair and sat for long moments, watching as the offices emptied out.
The partners had conducted a survey that estimated there was a more than thirty percent turnover of new attorneys at high-powered law firms nationwide, while their own partnership was doing slightly better, mostly because of the incentive program she’d helped them devise the year before. While Lizzie and a handful of other associates hungry to climb the partnership ladder put in over a hundred hours a week, most of the others averaged between sixty and eighty. Since much of their time as trial attorneys was spent at the courthouse, the only opportunity to do follow-up and file and prep work was after the regular hours of nine-to-five.
By rights, she should be feeling tired. Instead, she found she was still energized. She smiled as she compiled her notes and put a couple of files in her out-box. Over the past week she’d had to mainline caffeine to keep going. Today…
Her eyes widened. Today, she’d barely thought about Jerry and his leaving her high and dry.
Instead, she found her thoughts trailing to one very hot, very sexy Patrick Gauge.
She squeezed her thighs together, feeling tingly all over again.
Her cell phone chirped. She tilted it on her desk so she could read the display and then answered.
“I need a drink. Meet me at Ciao?” Tabitha asked.
Lizzie smiled. She could always count on her old friend to liven things up. If not for Tabitha this past week, things would have been harder than they had been. She and Lizzie had been close ever since attending University of Toledo Law School together, and they’d seen each other through some difficult times.
Despite their shared interest in the legal system, they’d taken different paths. While Lizzie had chosen trial law, Tabby had gone the bankruptcy route, helping strapped people regain some kind of control over their lives.
Lizzie asked now, “Why do you need a drink?”
“You’re right. I probably don’t need a drink. But I want one.” Tabitha sighed. “A long day, that’s all.”
“Tell me about it,” Lizzie agreed, although she hadn’t felt the day had been particularly grueling.
“You’re sounding better. Oh, no. Don’t tell me. He called.”
“Who?” she asked, before thinking. She cringed. Tabby knew her much too well not to read the road signs.
“Hmm. Okay. I suppose the question should be, ‘who is he’?”
“Who?” Lizzie asked again.
“Ah, yes. She’s taking my advice that the best way to forget about the last guy is to find the next.” Tabitha laughed, a throaty sound that never failed to make Lizzie smile. “So you’re feeling better then.”
“I’m feeling better.”
“Good. You’ve been such a train wreck this past week, I was afraid I might have to drag you to an AA meeting or two. Either that, or you might have to drag me.”
“Do you mind if I pass for tonight?”
“Mind? Hell, my credit card will thank you. Unlike you, I don’t have access to a bottomless expense account.”
“Whatever.”
“Call me tomorrow?”
“If you don’t call me first.”
Lizzie signed off after a few more moments and then sat back in her chair, both glad Tabby hadn’t asked again about the man who had taken her mind off Jerry and disappointed. Given the one-night nature of her liaison with Gauge, a part of her wanted to keep it private. Still, it had been so good, it was nearly impossible not to share.
While she’d never considered herself a good girl, she’d never really been a bad one, either. One-night stands were better left to those who had the time to waste. She’d been so focused first on school, then at the firm, that it was all she could do to stop by her parents’ a couple of times a week before dropping into bed at night, exhausted, only to start the cycle over again the next day.
She shifted her watch around on her wrist and looked at the pearly face, even though she knew what time it was. What she was really doing was wondering what Gauge was up to.
She was pretty sure the band played only on the weekends…which meant he should be home.
A warm pool of longing filled her stomach.
God,
