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He watches me. Looks deep inside with that sixth sense that all children have, to see if I’m being straight with him or just fucking patronizing. After a moment, he gives the briefest of nods and says in a small voice, “Okay. I’ll apologize to Aunt Chelsea. And I’ll let her kiss and hug me if it makes her happy.”
I smile. “Good. Smart and tough. I like you more already, kid.”
I LEAVE CHELSEA
with the kids and head upstairs to the probation offices. I knock on Lisa DiMaggio’s door, even though it’s open. She swivels around in her desk chair, her long blond hair fanning out behind her.
“Jake Becker,” she says. She stands, giving me a perfect view of tan, toned legs beneath her black skirt, and hugs me. Parting on friendly terms most definitely has its benefits. “What are you doing in my neck of the woods?” she asks, stepping back with a smile. “Or is this a social call?”
“I’m here about a client.”
“Since when do you play in family court?”
“Long story.” I shrug. “And its name is Rory McQuaid.”
“Ah.” She retrieves a file from her desk. “My car thief. I did his intake this morning. Said he took the car because, and I quote, he ‘wanted to see if driving was as easy as Mario Kart.’ ” She shakes her head. “Kids these days.”
I lean back against the wall. “That’s not why he took the car. There’s extenuating circumstances.”
“Enlighten me. I haven’t had a chance to interview the parents yet.”
“The parents are dead,” I tell her. “Robert and Rachel McQuaid were killed in a horrific crash two months ago, leaving Rory and his
five
brothers and sisters in the care of their aunt—their only living relative.”
She sits down in her chair. “Jesus.”
“The kid’s been dealt a shitty hand—he’s not handling it well. But he doesn’t belong in lockup. Talk to his social worker; I’ll bet my left nut he was a saint until his parents died.”
“That’s really saying something—I know how precious your nuts are to you.”
I nod.
“Unfortunately,” Lisa sighs, “Rory picked the wrong person’s car to steal.” She rattles off the name of a cranky, influential former presidential hopeful. “And he wants the boy’s ass in a sling.”
“Fuck that,” I growl.
I don’t know if it’s because I have a hard-on for his aunt or because he reminds me so much of myself, but if anyone wants a piece of that kid, they’re going to have to come through me first.
“Besides, a public servant has no business owning a car like that.”
“Okay,” Lisa allows. “Then what are you offering?”
“Court-mandated therapy, once a week. Monthly progress reports.”
“Twice a week,” she counters. “And I want to pick the therapist. No feel-good quacks permitted.”
“Done.”
Lisa’s gaze travels over me, head to crotch. “I’m surprised at you, Jake. I don’t remember you being so . . . soft.”
I move forward, bracing my hands on the arms of her chair, caging her in. “Soft isn’t in my vocabulary—I’m still as hard as they come.” I smirk. “And after.”
Her eyes settle on my mouth. “Good to hear. Particularly since Ted and I broke up.” She holds up her
ringless
left hand.
Lisa definitely falls under the “known” category, which means no awkward first-date dinner conversation, no twenty-goddamn-questions that I don’t want to ask, let alone answer. Nope—it’ll be straight to the fucking.
Excellent.
“It’s a long story,” she says. “Which I’m sure you have no interest in hearing.”
Yes. Lisa knows me well.
“You still like tequila?” I ask.
“Absolutely. You still have my number?”
“I do.”
Her smile is slow, and full of promise. “Good. Use it.”
I stand up and walk toward the door. “I’ll do that.”
“And I’ll get started on the paperwork.”
A FEW HOURS
later, after approval from child services and a quick compulsory appearance before an indifferent judge, Rory walks out of the courthouse with us. We head back to my office to gather his many siblings. They all seem happy to see him—if the affectionate “stupid idiot” and eager questions about his stay in “jail” are any indication. The sky is dark by the time I escort Chelsea and her charges back out to her car. I wait next to the driver’s-side door as she gets them loaded and buckled in.
Then she comes around and stands in front of me, all warm eyes and soft gratitude. And I’m struck again by the smooth flawlessness of her skin beneath the glow of the streetlight.
Fucking gorgeous.
This close, I notice the adorable dusting of freckles across the bridge of that pert nose and wonder if she has them anywhere else. It’ll take a slow, exhaustive search to find out. And I’m just the guy for the job.
She pushes her hair behind her ear. “Thank you, Jake, so much. I don’t know what I would’ve—”
“Aunt Chelsea, I’m starving!”
“Can we get McDonald’s?”
“Do you know what they put in McDonald’s? Insects won’t even eat it.”
“Shut up, Raymond! Don’t ruin fast food for me!”
“You shut up!”
“No,
you
shut up!”
“Aunt Chelsea!”
“Hiiiiiii!”
I can’t help but laugh. And wonder if she owns earplugs.
Chelsea blows out a breath through her perfect, smiling lips. “I should go before they start eating each other.”
“That may not be a bad thing. There’s enough of them to spare.”
She shakes her head and climbs into the truck, then rolls down the window. “Thank you again. I owe you, Jake.”
I tap the side of the truck as she slowly pulls away. “Yes, you do.”
And that is a debt I can’t wait to collect.
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